by Merel Pierce
“If I untie you, do you think you can behave?”
She hesitated, an almost sheepish look forming as she considered his question. “I… I want to say yes.”
“But?”
“But…” She paused, trying to force the words out despite her obvious embarrassment at having to admit the reason. “I like to touch you.”
His chest expanded proudly as he drew in a deep breath. “I like when you touch me, too, Meghan. That isn’t why I ask you to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Why, then?” Her tone was impatient, a thing she seemed to notice too late. In a rush, she tried to compensate. “I mean, why can’t I touch you, Alpha?”
“It’s about trust, sweetheart. I want you to trust me enough to do as I ask, even if you’d rather not.”
“And that makes this game better, somehow?”
“Mmm. It does.” He drew up, leaning forward to cup a hand against the back of her neck and draw her closer. Nose tucked beneath her ear, he nuzzled and inhaled deep. She smelled divine, like a field of summer flowers, honey, and a sweet musk.
“It’s the anticipation. Like when you’re a child and your parents promise you a reward if you behave. Do you remember what that’s like? Working so hard to be good and earn that special treat. The excitement, how it feels once you finally have it?” he murmured, his mouth closing over her pulse point beneath her jaw briefly before he continued. “If you were allowed that special thing every day, it wouldn’t have been special anymore, would it?”
Hazily, Meghan shook her head.
“No, I guess not.”
“And it wouldn’t have been as satisfying, would it?”
“No…”
“No,” he echoed, chuckling when she huffed and rubbed her cheek against his own. “Now, I’m going to untie you, and you are going to behave, aren’t you?”
She pouted unconsciously.
“I’ll behave, Alpha.”
“Good. I want to reward you for being such a good girl. But if you fail, you’ll get ten more swats for your trouble.”
“I understand, Alpha.”
“I’m glad.” His arms circled her, working quickly to untie the velvet sash around her wrists. He stretched it in his hands, working the fabric between the pads of his fingers. “I’d love to blindfold you for this, but it seems a bit early to expect that much trust. Next time, maybe,” he mused with a smirk. “Now, lie back on the cushion and hold on to the sides of the bench.” The sharp edge had returned to his voice, and she submitted to the weight of his command with only the slightest hesitation.
Chapter Fifteen
Once she was lying back staring at the ceiling, she grasped the wooden frame of the bench nervously. She had no idea what he intended her reward to be, but this was the second time she’d put herself in a vulnerable position for him that evening. She was trying very hard not to be anxious about the unknown.
When his hands settled on her knees, she tensed, pressing her thighs together warily.
The male hummed. “Relax, sweetheart.” The purr roiled to life, tumbling out of a broad chest that birthed the sweetest sort of reassurances an Alpha had to offer an Omega. She took a steadying breath as his hands eased up the outsides of her thighs beneath her skirt, fingers hooking into the edge of her panties. “Lift your hips.”
Pushing up on her toes, she lifted her hips away from the bench, the muscles in her ass and thighs tightening when the male began to tug her panties off. Once he’d made it past the swell of her hips, she dropped them, staring wide eyed at the ceiling above her. “Look at me.”
She forced herself to look down the length of her body to where the male sat between her knees, working her panties off before holding them up for her to see. She wrinkled her nose when he sniffed them, knowing she shouldn’t find it sexy when his eyes closed and a lusty growl overtook his purr. She whined and twitched in response to his noise, embarrassed by the slick that threatened to dribble free in hopes of enticing him. He tucked her panties into his shirt pocket before sliding his arms beneath her knees and curling his hands up over her thighs. When Meghan shifted, he gave one thigh a swat that made her yelp.
“Ah, ah,” he warned, his voice still husky and growly. “Believe me, you’ll want to stay put.”
Maintaining eye contact, he lowered his head. Meghan’s focus sharpened as he dipped towards her now bare sex, biting her lip almost shyly when his gaze flickered down to admire the smooth skin and tight lips that were already glistening with wetness. “So pretty.” His rugged appraisal sent a little shiver down her spine. When he ran his tongue between her folds and swirled it up around her clit, it turned into a violent shudder.
“Lay back, my Omega.”
With a groan, she obeyed. She felt his arms tighten around her thighs, his fingers gliding down to assist his mouth in its exploration. Wasting no time, he gently parted her folds, exposing not only the aroused little pearl hidden there, but the tight entrance below it. He was quick to set to work, his tongue flicking and twirling against her flesh in a way that made her buck and twitch. Knuckles white as she struggled to maintain her hold on the bench, she pinched her eyes closed and gasped for breath.
Meghan whined when he tugged her hips forward, slipping his shoulders beneath her knees to angle her for a deeper assault. When his tongue forced its way into a trembling channel, her inner sheath clamped down, pulsing and working in a futile attempt to milk a muscle that had nothing to give but the teasing promise of pleasure. Her reaction earned another growl that prompted a fresh flow of slick, which he slurped up as hungrily as a starving man. As his tongue lapped up her mess, the pad of his thumb rolled that little bead of nerves beneath it, prompting his captive to squeal and sob as he worked her at a leisurely pace.
Soon, Meghan was gasping desperately for air, the erratic heaving of her chest signaling the approaching swell of an orgasm. The male increased his efforts, tongue and fingers working together to rush her towards the precipice. When she came, she screeched like a thing possessed, her thighs threatening to crush his skull as her entire body spasmed and clenched against the sensation. He held her wide with ease, pinning her in place for his continued assault.
“P-P-Please!” she grit out pitifully. “T-T-o-o much! S-Stop!”
***
He ignored her pleas, forcing her to ride out her orgasm all the way to the bittersweet end. Her body gave him everything she had, and he lapped up her nectar as if it were a gift from the Gods themselves. Left weak and dazed, she could only twist and moan, drunk on pleasure and the scent of the man between her legs.
When he finally lifted his head and reluctantly abandoned his work, Meghan collapsed onto the cushions beneath her, panting and trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He purred loud and lazy when he leaned over her, his abdomen filling the space where his head had been moments before.
“Such a good girl.”
“Mmph.” She exhaled in a huff, head lolling to one side as she tried to gain her senses. He took it as an invitation. His mouth was on her throat in an instant; kissing, sucking, and pulling at her flesh as he made his way down her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts.
“You can let go, pet.”
The permission was muttered hotly against her skin, and no sooner than the words were free of his lips, her hands were at his shoulders. They curled around the back of his neck, tightening as she wriggled sluggishly beneath him.
“Your shirt,” she slurred, her voice full of concern when he pressed closer, her wet and swollen sex crushed against the hard muscles of his abdomen. Sloppy from his attention, the fabric was soaked in seconds.
“Doesn’t matter,” he muttered, too busy working his way back up her chest and along the opposite side of her throat to care. Her fingers sifted through his hair as his mouth trailed along the underside of her jaw, forcing her head back with the action.
Her back arched, thighs tightening against his waist as she abandoned her concern for his finely tailor
ed garment and struggled to pull him closer.
Daniel snickered, nipping at her throat with a stinging pinch. “So greedy…” He loved it.
She purred, hoping to coax his cooperation. When his lips closed over hers, she gave a groan of relief that set his core on fire. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she pushed her tongue into his mouth hungrily, not able to endure another slow seduction. Against her, he growled. The vibration tore through her body, dissolving her into a shuddering, quivering mess.
He took full advantage, removing her hands from his neck and weaving their fingers together before pressing them flat to the bench above her head. Pinned and frustrated, his Omega struggled for leverage, moaning into his mouth as he dominated the exchange. The message was clear enough, even in her intoxicated state. He was in charge, not her.
It was a point he proved tenfold by smothering her with his attention and heat until she surrendered. Her muscles finally relaxed, and she gave way to lying pliant and hopeful beneath him, dainty purr muffled by the slant of his mouth over hers. Daniel thought she must have been the sweetest, sexiest little thing he’d ever seen.
Chapter Sixteen
He broke the kiss unexpectedly, drawing back just far enough to study her. His eyes were still black, swallowed up by the same arousal she was certain had made her eyes as dark as his. She stared up at him in almost star-struck wonder, convinced in that moment that he was the most beautiful man alive. A ghost of a smile formed on his lips at her silent fawning, something that looked suspiciously like affection softening his expression.
“Are we going to fuck?”
He gave a bark of laughter, his amusement fading to a chuckle as he tucked his head into the hollow of her throat and sniffed. “Oh, you… You are too much.” He nuzzled at her cheek, still snickering softly. “Not yet, sweetheart. Though, you do make it hard to wait.” She frowned, brow creasing with confusion.
“Why not?”
“Because it isn’t time yet, you aren’t ready.”
“I feel ready.” She grumbled as she returned the almost sweet nuzzling of her partner. She shifted her hips down, rubbing herself against the hard length of his cock through his trousers. “Your cock feels ready, too.”
“But you aren’t, not until I say you are,” he chided gently. “Now, behave, unless you want another spanking.”
When the male retracted, she struggled to follow. As he got to his feet, she scrambled to sit up, worried that she’d upset him.
Seeming to sense her anxiety, he smiled down on her as he adjusted the position of the too-hard dick taking up real estate in his pants. “Stay put, I’m not going far.”
He pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, splitting his attention between her and the screen as he pressed a few buttons and held it to his ear.
Her sensitive ears echoed the faint sound of it ringing, though it only did so twice before a muted female voice answered.
“Hello, this is Daniel Thomas. Club ID 304. I am in room 10. Could you please bring me the contents of locker 3A?” There was a brief pause as the female on the other end posed a question, and Daniel only smirked. “Yes. The passcode is 7-5-3-9-2. Yes. Thank you.”
The call was ended, the phone returned to his pocket nonchalantly as he ventured back to where Meghan sat staring. He bent forward, tugging her skirt down over her lap so that she was covered.
“What’s going on?”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead, smoothing her now wild hair with his hands. “I have something for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes. I didn’t bring it to our meeting because I wasn’t certain you’d actually agree to go through with this once we’d talked,” he confessed almost sheepishly. “But you have, so it’s time.”
“What is it?” she couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity and suspicion mingling in an anxious crush that threatened her dreamy haze. “Was I supposed to bring you something, too?”
“Meghan?”
“Yes?”
“Hush.” His tone was light, a teasing undercurrent keeping her from being too offended by the demand. “You’ll see soon enough.”
She gave a little grunt, folding her arms over her chest as she bit back a smart retort. The male watched her from the corner of his eye, a smirk suggesting that she amused him.
Thankfully, the wait wasn’t long. A knock on the door not five minutes later had him venturing towards the entrance, peering through the portal briefly before he opened the door. He only opened it a third of the way, and his body blocked whoever was in the hall from view.
“Your box, Mr. Thomas.”
The tinkling sound of a feminine voice had Meghan’s hackles rising unexpectedly, her eyes narrowing on the red high heels she could see through the gap between the male’s suited legs. She sucked in a deep breath, trying to identify the dynamic of the woman he was shielding from sight. She blew it out in a loud huff, only slightly less concerned when the scent marked the female as Beta.
The man’s head angled ever so slightly her direction.
“Thank you, Alice.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Thomas. Have a good evening.”
***
He shut the door, clearing his throat as he turned to face her. The territorial reaction of the female was pleasing, to say the least. He returned to her slowly with a wide velvet jewelry box cradled in his hands. He crouched down before her, presenting the innocuous looking item with near reverence.
“Take it.” This time it was a request not a command, his tone coaxing and warm. “Please.”
With tentative fingers, she took his offered gift and settled it into her lap. Sucking her lower lip into her mouth as she lifted the lid. The box creaked open on new, stiff hinges. Inside, a white satin interior cradled a silver necklace. She sent him a fleeting glance, a twinge of uncertainty filtering in to taint her surprise.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed, most club members who are in relationships wear some sort of identifier that lets other patrons know they are spoken for.”
“The collars and chokers?”
The male nodded. “Yes, those are very popular choices.” He glanced down at the box suggestively, drawing her attention back to his present.
She studied the necklace in silence. Double delicate silver strands were accented on each side by a small silver fist clutching a hoop, the chains meeting in Y at the center where a diamond was mounted above a heart-shaped charm engraved with entwined Alpha and Omega symbols. He’d made certain to choose something with a delicate beauty that would complement hers.
“A collar wouldn’t suit you, though. You aren’t an animal. You are a brave, gorgeous woman. One who has honored me by giving me this opportunity.”
Looking back and forth between the necklace and the man before her, she gently extracted it from its box, laying it across one hand as she inspected the weight of it as she considered his words. “What does this mean, though? If I accept this?”
“It means you are under my protection, and that anyone who mistreats or disrespects you will have to answer to me,” he explained warmly. “It means that you have chosen to give your submission to an Alpha and will have no other so long as you wear his mark.”
“It means I’m yours.”
“In a way, yes.” His tone was wary, afraid she might balk at the implication. “But only because you choose to be. Only ever because you choose.”
When she sent a doubtful glance his way, he began purring again. “I’ll always want you willing, sweetheart. There is no greater gift an Omega can give an Alpha than her trust. I swear to you, I won’t ever take advantage of that.”
His voice grew solemn, his expression echoing the seriousness of the moment. “I pledge to be your Dominant, true and loyal,” he continued, shocked to hear himself reciting an oath he never imagined he’d have use for. “I will always strive to be worthy of your submission and bring nothing but pleasure to our union. I promise never to harm you or seek to frighten or intimidate. Will you ac
cept this token, as a symbol of my dedication to being your Alpha and Dominant?”
“You… You sound like you are proposing to me,” she admonished gently, a flush staining her cheeks. “I thought we were going to keep this simple?”
“In a way, I suppose I am,” he admitted, unashamed of how sappy he sounded. Fate had brought them together, and whatever the purpose was, he didn’t plan to waste the gift. “We may not be in a relationship beyond these walls, but here?” He pointed to the ground between them. “Here, we are.”
***
Meghan wasn’t sure how to feel. No Alpha had ever spoken to her the way he was now. Hell, no man of any dynamic. It was new, it was exciting, and it was terrifying. He seemed so genuine and passionate about his declaration. Part of her was already smitten with him, as loathe as she was to admit it. She had been hoping she could keep it about sex. Use it as a means to satisfy her need for human contact and subdue her neglected sexual needs without the hassles of dating or dealing with crappy boyfriends. But it was already more than that. There was something more at work here than the standard Alpha/Omega dynamic. There was something between them. Or at least, it felt like there was.