4. Obedient
OBEDIENT
Oswald woke up late. He could guess the time from the way the light filtered through the curtains, reaching only a few inches into the room. The sun was already high up.
He rolled his tongue in his dry mouth and grimaced. He was thirsty. Groaning, he sat up and stretched his neck. He stiffened when his eyes fell on a small figure huddling by the bed.
The memories came rushing back.
How he found Valentino in his bed last night and how he didn’t resist for longer than a few minutes before fucking the unearthly creature.
As soon as he pushed deep enough past the tight pucker, the omega’s ass turned into a damned vacuum.
It rippled and squeezed his cock, milking him into a violent orgasm.
For a second, he feared it would chew his cock off, but then the soft mouth of Valentino’s womb engulfed his cockhead, and he lost himself in pleasure.
What was Valentino? Did Oswald want to know?
The most beautiful, youthful omega knelt by his bed, dressed in a black lace bodysuit. His head was down, and he held a tray with a glass of water and a plate of green grapes.
Oswald wordlessly took the water and chugged it down. Then he popped two grapes into his mouth. He set the empty glass back onto the tray. Valentino didn’t lift his gaze and didn’t move.
Intrigued, Oswald stood and cast a silk robe over his shoulders. He tied it and folded his arms over his chest. He eyed the kneeling omega. How far was the little menace willing to go for a dick?
Oswald left Valentino there and went to the bathroom. He used the toilet, brushed his teeth, and took a shower. When he reentered the bedroom, Valentino was still kneeling in the same spot, the tray steady in his hands. Wasn’t he getting tired holding it? His hands should be trembling.
Oswald walked over to his favorite armchair and sat comfortably. He observed the omega, thinking. What to do, what to do…
The creature wasn’t human, that much was sure. He insisted he only wanted sex but also said Oswald shouldn’t trust him.
Could one of his enemies have sent Valentino? What for? The President wanted him humiliated and dead, not fucking a gorgeous young man into oblivion. Besides, that moron didn’t have the subtlety to come up with something more innovative than a hired hitman.
What if the omega hadn’t lied? What if he truly had returned for the sex?
“Put that aside and come here.”
Immediately, Valentino set the tray on the nightstand and crawled on all fours over to Oswald. The bodysuit narrowed down into a thong in the back, revealing the omega’s pretty ass cheeks.
He paused by Oswald’s feet and looked up with heavy-lidded eyes.
“What do you want?” Oswald asked. “Why are you still here?”
“Last night, I promised that I would serve you today.” He paused and blinked innocently. “What do you want me to call you?”
Oswald hesitated then smirked. “How about Sir Oswald? Finally, a good use for the silly title.”
The omega nodded to himself. “I want to serve you, Sir Oswald.”
The submissive persona was a stark contrast to yesterday’s cocky seducer. Valentino was anything but boring.
And the smooth, pretty body in all that lace. Pink nipples winked at Oswald through the openings in the elaborate fabric. The omega’s lips were the same shade. Plump and soft.
Oswald parted his robe over his groin.
“Make me come,” he ordered.
Valentino smiled pleasantly. “Yes, Sir Oswald.”
He ran his hands along Oswald’s inner thighs and mouthed his cockhead. Oswald’s dick hardened in no time, and Valentino sucked on the upper half, his clever tongue dancing along the underside. He used both hands to massage Oswald’s balls and the base of his erection.
He was skilled, scarily so. As if he could sense what Oswald was feeling, he used his fingers to tease around the dormant knot and his tongue to send sparks of pleasure from the spot just beneath the crown.
When Oswald was close, Valentino swooped down, his lips nearly touching the base, and he gagged, his throat working.
He gulped down Oswald’s cum hungrily then licked his cock until it began softening.
All coy, he dropped his hands into his lap and looked up.
“Are you satisfied, Sir Oswald?”
Oswald rubbed his thumb over Valentino’s swollen lips. “For now.”
Valentino kissed his thumb.
“I’m asking again. What are you?”
“Today, I’m your fuckhole. I’ll be an obedient, innocent sweetheart in love or an eager cockslut. Or both. Whatever you want.”
Oswald chuckled, shaking his head at the offer. “But only today.”
“I don’t know what the future holds, Sir Oswald. I’m here to please you now.”
How philosophical.
“Follow me, then. I need to take care of a few emails.”
Oswald led the way to his study and sat in his tall, leather chair. Valentino trailed a step behind him and paused by the desk, waiting for the next command.
“Stay at my feet.” It was a humiliating request—Oswald wanted to know how far Valentino would go.
The omega didn’t flinch. A sweet smile adorned his boyish face as he lowered himself to the floor and curled up on his side.
He pressed his lips to Oswald’s ankle and folded his arms under his head.
He closed his eyes. He lay still like a dog at his master’s feet.
Oswald blinked.
Was the omega for real?
Valentino remained unmoving the entire time Oswald worked. More than an hour later, Oswald nudged him with his foot. Valentino looked up.
“Yes, Sir Oswald?”
“Aren’t you cold?”
“No, Sir Oswald.”
“Sore? Stiff?”
“No, Sir Oswald.”
“Up.”
Valentino stood like a soldier, except his lace bodysuit was as far from military attire as one could get.
“Show me your ass in this thing.”
Valentino turned and pushed his ass out, bending over Oswald’s desk. One ass cheek had a mark on the side, an impression from the rough carpet. Oswald patted it.
Gorgeous, round ass, perfect palmfuls.
“I want to see your hole.”
The omega bent lower, curved his spine, and spread his thighs.
His ass cheeks parted, revealing a smooth crease.
The string of fabric wedged there widened into a small lace flower right over the pucker.
Oswald couldn’t resist. He pulled on it and released it, and the flower smacked over Valentino’s hole.
Valentino yelped then sighed. Oswald did it again.
The little minx liked it.
Oswald opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. He cut the thong just above the flower.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said.
Then he stood, untied his robe, and lined up. He pressed his cockhead against the silky pucker and rubbed a circle around it. Valentino trembled but otherwise held still.
“How come you’re so tiny again, huh? Your hole looks unspoiled.”
“Just for you, Sir Oswald. This body was made only for you. Do whatever you want with it.”
Made for him? And it wasn’t hyperbole, was it? The creature made this fresh, young body for him, seemingly overnight.
He pressed with his cockhead, prodding at the tight ring of muscle. It was clamped shut, but as he pushed, it clenched and unclenched, and a drop of liquid escaped from the center. Such a tease.
“You’ve made one more virginal hole for me to bust open?” he rasped, disbelieving his own words. Yet it was true.
“Yes, Sir Oswald,” Valentino whispered. “This body is all new and innocent.”
“But you aren’t.”
“I’m whatever you want me to be, Sir.”
Oswald had said he wanted to be in control. Valentino had granted him his wish, was promising him unlimited obedience, and was acting so meekly, Oswald could almost believe it.
What an alluring illusion. In reality, Oswald knew he was utterly and irrevocably under the creature’s spell.
He wanted to reclaim power, to possess, use, and mark…
He pushed inside. The pale pink flesh stretched open, resisting, fighting back, but to no avail. He forced through.
Valentino let out a sweet little yelp, and his muscles twitched.
“Hold still!” Oswald barked.
He’d never treat an actual innocent this way.
Hell, the last time he had a virgin in his bed, ages ago, he’d been in love.
He’d kissed and teased and coaxed the young omega and made him come countless times before teaching him to love a dick.
He couldn’t for the life of him remember that young man’s name…
This “virgin” didn’t need coaxing.
Oswald sank inside him to the root in one long thrust, nestling his cockhead deep in the slight body, and closed his eyes. He put his palm underneath the omega’s belly button, feeling for the bulge his dick made.
The snuggest, tightest chamber cradled his erection, the most delightful, warm cocksleeve.
He pressed with his hips, shoving Valentino against the desk, just making sure he was as deep as he could be. His cockhead was cushioned by the softest mouth, like a caress from desire itself, the gate to the creature’s greedy womb just as pristine as his hole.
“Are you going to suck my dick with your ass like last night?” he asked.
“Do you want me to, Sir Oswald?” Valentino piped up, sounding breathless.
“Later. First, I want to fuck you over my desk. Stay still and take it. You won’t come. This is for my pleasure.”
“Yes, Sir Oswald.”
He pulled out slowly, watching the pink rim slide up his dick, leaving glistening smears on the shaft. Then he surged back in, hard, until Valentino’s ass cheeks bunched up with the punishing thrust.
“Aaah!”
Ruthless, he screwed the tight, youthful body like a slab of meat. In and out, wet slaps echoing through the room. He fucked and fucked, savoring the quiet cries and sobs. Gritting his teeth, he held onto his composure for as long as he could.
He took out his frustration on that hole.
Why couldn’t he figure out who Valentino was? Why wasn’t he allowed to know? Why was he so helpless against the creature’s charms? He didn’t believe in dark magic and supernatural beings and all that hokum. Things that defied logic shouldn’t exist!
This fuck was supposed to be a punishment.
But all too soon, pleasure ate away his anger, and he succumbed to lust.
So warm, slippery, and tight. So beautiful. The scent! Those little tremors and cries.