Bound to the Alpha

by D. J. Heart

  “If you fight me on this you don’t cum at all, do you understand?”

  Scott shuddered, knowing that Derek was serious. He knew that some alphas got off on denying their omegas orgasms, but it had never occurred to him that he would end up with an alpha like that.

  “I understand, alpha,” he said, resting his head on Derek’s huge pectoral muscle. The alpha didn’t say anything, but after a few silent seconds he let his hand rest on the back of Scott’s head.

  “Good boy, Scott. You’re going to be fine.” Derek combed his hair with his fingers, rubbing his back with his free hand. Though the bathroom was warm, they were both wet and getting chilly. When Derek pulled away, smiling and handing him a towel, Scott didn't object.

  ***

  Derek got dressed in the clothes provided, itching to get back home to his own things. Though he still felt ambivalent about having an omega, there was no denying his instincts were pushing him to take his omega back to the den where he would be safe.

  “You ready to go home?” he asked Scott, once again taking hold of the omega’s wrist. They would have to get him a collar on the way home, but that shouldn’t take long. After that they could spend their two weeks of bonding-leave fucking and getting to know one another before they had to deal with the real world. Derek found himself looking forward to it, despite the fact that his business would go to shit without him.

  “To my dad?” Scott asked, looking hopeful. Derek’s brow drew down in annoyance. Scott was a mated omega. His home was with Derek now.

  “No. Home. You’re my omega, Scott. My home is your home now.”

  Scott didn't say anything, looking sad and melancholy. When they left their rooms to check out of the hospital they were greeted by a cheery doctor in his late fifties. The man was an alpha, and the way Scott pushed into Derek’s body—seeking out the safety of his alpha—made all of Derek’s anger drain away. Scott hid his face in Derek’s side, breath hot and moist on the curve of his pec, letting Derek answer all the alpha’s questions.

  Leaving the hospital in a cab, Derek instructed the driver to take him to his sister’s house. There he could pick up his car, drive Scott to the store to get his collar, and finally take him home. The cab driver dropped them off, congratulating him on his mating. Derek grinned and accepted the congratulations, wondering how his life could have changed so drastically in just the span of a day.

  However much his life had changed, Derek thought as he bundled Scott into his car, he was happy for it.

  Part Two: The Collar

  The cab smelled like industrial soap, the driver grinning and congratulating them as they got settled in the back. He was a portly man, a beta by the scent of him, and he was far too pleased for Scott’s liking. It was grating.

  Derek smirked as he slid into the seat next to Scott, smug and proud, acting every inch the cocky alpha.

  The older man was all over him. Arm draped over Scott’s shoulder—a heavy, muscular thing that had him feeling both trapped and protected—and wrapping around his neck to pull him in tight. Scott felt tense and out of sorts, unable to quite wrap his head around how drastically his life had changed.

  He had an alpha. A dominant beast of a man who, from what Scott had seen and heard so far, embodied everything the omega rights movement had strived to change. It was a nightmare. He closed his eyes as Derek tightened his arm, pulling his head down toward his muscular chest and kissing the top of his head. The musky scent of alpha filled his nose, making him feel addled and hot, like an animal going into heat. He couldn’t help turning his face and tucking his nose into the fabric of Derek’s shirt, seeking out more of the delicious smell.

  Derek chuckled, giving the back of his head an affectionate rub before tightening his arm even further. It was aggressive, controlling, and completely unnecessary. He got it. Derek was an alpha, and he was in control.

  Derek held his head tight, sniffing his hair and dragging his nose down Scott’s neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He arched into the alpha’s touch despite himself and Derek let out a rumble of approval, teeth nipping at his skin.

  “Up,” Derek growled, undoing his seat belt and pulling him up to straddle a muscular thigh.

  Scott winced as a jolt of pain shot up his spine, originating from his hole, reminding him again just how thoroughly he’d been fucked and knotted. Rather than kill his arousal, the pain—combined with the way Derek was clutching him tight—had his ass aching for another round. Slick was leaking from his channel and wetting the back of his pants. He shifted his hips, pushing back into Derek’s body, grinding down on the older man’s thigh.

  “God, you’re gagging for it. You need Alpha to fill you up? Need my big knot in your slutty little cunt?” Derek was growling, cocky and horny.

  Scott didn’t reply, except to whine and turn his head, pushing his nose into the crook of his alpha’s neck. He reached down to stroke his cock, but Derek caught his wrist in a tight grip and pushed his hand back to his side.

  If Derek had been speaking the truth when he said that Scott would only get to come on his knot—and shit, how dirty was that?—then Scott had a feeling he would be developing a pretty serious addiction to his new alpha’s cock. Scott was nothing if not a serial masturbator, and there was no way his balls would just go along with a reduction in output, especially not now that he had an alpha.

  He tried to ignore the erection trapped in his pants, but the way Derek had started playing with his nipples through the thin cotton of his hospital shirt made it hard. Wishing Derek had let him come in the shower, Scott arched into the painful touch and threw his head back, baring his neck. Derek twisted down sharply, leaning forward to kiss the exposed neck as his finger twisted and pinched Scott’s tender nubs. Frustrated to the point of tears, hole feeling empty and embarrassingly greedy, Scott tried to bat Derek’s hands away. His nipples had always been sensitive, and Derek playing with them felt almost as good as having his cock rubbed or his hole filled.

  Derek captured his wrist with his free hand and pinned it down, gathering his other wrist and holding his arms out of the way. “You don’t like it when I do this?” he smirked, looking every inch the alpha as he pinched down harder. Scott mewled pathetically, half arching his back up and into the touch, half trying to squirm away. “You don’t like it when I play with your little titties?”

  Scott squirmed harder, the rough fondling going straight to his cock despite the fact that Derek had called his nipples titties.

  “It’s too much,” he complained as Derek rolled his nipple between his thumb and index finger. The dominant alpha pinched down viciously. “Derek!”

  “It makes me happy, Scott. Don’t you want to make me happy?” Derek’s voice was low and heated, his breath hot on Scott’s face as he leaned down to whisper into his ear.

  Scott didn’t answer, gasping as Derek let go of his wrists and cupped his cock through his pants. Finally. Scott jumped at the contact, Derek’s hand on his cock electric and hot. He could feel it all the way up into his belly, crawling up his spine, tingling and amazing. He shifted back, gyrating his hips, ass grinding down on Derek's huge cock. He hated how much he wanted Derek to put his meaty member inside of him. Scott cried out when Derek started rubbing his palm roughly up and down over his bulge, the hand that had been playing with his nipple clamping down on his mouth to quiet him. Scott arched into the touch, forgetting himself and everything around him as Derek slipped a finger in past his lips, resting the thick digit on his tongue. As he was about to come, working Derek’s finger with his tongue, sucking it and nipping at it very gently with his teeth, Derek let go.

  “Only on my knot,” Derek growled when Scott let out a pitiful whine, humping the air where Derek’s hand had been.

  Humiliated, he forced his hips to still and tried to control his breathing. He was right on the edge, balls pulled up in his sac and ready to shoot their load, but he was not going to debase himself further by begging. Derek had riled him up on purpose, with no
intention of actually letting him have his release, and Scott wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how affected he really was. It was cruel. Derek’s obvious enjoyment of his desperation did not bode well for the future.

  Trying to distract himself, Derek’s chest a solid warmth at his back, Scott looked out the window and made himself pay attention to his surroundings. He needed something to take his mind off his aching balls.

  He was surprised when he realized that they were almost at Tina’s house. Derek went tense next to him when they pulled up into his sister’s driveway. Scott wondered what was going on, but before he could ask, Derek fisted his hand in his hair and angled his head up so that they were eye to eye. Neck twisted painfully, Scott swallowed hard at the sudden and intense need to submit. Derek caught the reaction and smirked, but then the lines of his face went hard and serious. Scott wondered what was going on. As far as he knew they were just picking up Derek’s car before heading home. There was no reason for Derek to be this tense that Scott could see.

  “What did I tell you, back at the hospital?” Derek asked quietly. The cab driver stared straight ahead, making no move to interrupt them even though he had turned off the meter as soon as the car came to a stop. Derek was looking at him, eyes intent and almost cruel.

  Scott tried to remember, but he was too distracted by the overwhelming desire to roll over and show Derek his belly to think properly. It was infuriating; his own instincts were pushing him to be the kind of pathetic little omega he had sworn he’d never become.

  “I don’t remember,” he gasped when Derek’s fist tightened in his hair and the alpha brought their faces closer together.

  “I told you to call me alpha, Scott. Do you remember what I said would happen if you broke that rule?”

  Scott’s belly clenched with fear, suddenly remembering Derek’s ridiculous order… and the consequences for disobeying them. “T-Twenty licks with the belt, alpha.” His voice shook.

  Derek eased his grip, letting Scott sink back down onto his muscular thigh as he maintained unforgiving eye contact.

  “That’s right. So how many licks with the belt have you earned yourself so far?” Derek’s voice was cold and mean, offering no comfort to ease the desperate unhappiness in Scott’s belly. The feeling of having failed his alpha, irrational though it may be, was intense and miserable.

  Scott’s mind blanked, Derek’s stern gaze unwavering. He knew that Derek had every right to discipline him as he saw fit—at least according to the law—but the idea that he would be punished over something like forgetting to use an honorific? That was absurd.

  “I don’t remember, alpha.” Scott was usually very talkative, with little to no brain to mouth filter, but right now he couldn’t remember a thing he’d said. God only knew how many times he’d broken Derek’s rule.

  “Twice, Scott. You broke the rule twice. Now how many licks with my belt is that?” Derek didn’t seem mad, though, just cold and very serious.

  “Forty, alpha,” Scott replied instantly, clasping his hands together and squeezing them hard. “I’m sorry, alpha.”

  Derek let go of his hair, handing his credit card over to the driver. It was awkward as hell, with the beta in the front seat looking anywhere but at them. Scott bit his lip, wondering if Derek was really going to whip him with his belt over something so stupid.

  The driver swiped the card in the machine and handed it back to Derek with a receipt for him to sign without looking at him. Derek signed and passed it back, turning his attention to Scott and cupping his jaw, giving him a serious look. Though some of the cold had left his expression, Scott wasn’t reassured. Derek was hard to read and Scott had no idea what he was thinking.

  “I know that this is new and hard for you, so I’m going to give you another chance. If you can be a good boy until we get home, I won’t punish you. Okay?”

  Scott nodded, feeling relieved and incredibly grateful. Then he felt angry that Derek had made him feel grateful. Not being whipped for nothing wasn’t something Derek should expect to be praised for. Cursing his luck, Scott wished that he hadn’t gone to Tina’s party the night before but stayed home like he’d planned.

  “Good. New rule. You paying attention?” Derek’s voice was brisk and firm.

  Scott nodded as much as Derek’s grip on his chin would allow, “Yes, alpha.”

  “You don’t talk to my family. You don’t answer them when they ask you questions. You don’t look them in the eye. You don’t respond to them. Do you understand?”

  Scott’s eyes widened in surprise. Why wouldn’t Derek want him speaking to his family? From what he knew Derek was the black sheep of his little clan, but he was in no way estranged. Having no choice but to agree, Scott nodded again. “Yes, alpha.”

  Derek looked at him for another second, eyes searching, letting go of his chin and shoving him off his lap. He opened his door and stepped out, holding his hand out to assist Scott. Not needing the help Scott reached out his palm anyway, but Derek grabbed his wrist instead, his tight grip like a manacle. Scott resented the overbearing gesture but didn’t complain.

  ***

  Derek held Scott by the wrist as he walked up and rang the doorbell. Erica swung the door wide open just a few seconds later.

  “Derek!” She hugged him, flinging her arms around him and kissing his cheek. Startled, having prepared himself for a nasty fight, Derek stood still as Erica turned to Scott.

  “And you! Welcome to the family, Scott. If this one gives you any trouble you just let me know.”

  Derek was pleased that Scott seemed just as shocked as him; Erica’s exuberance eclipsed anything else.

  “Thanks,” Derek said, wondering when the lecture was coming. Erica was a die-hard liberal, and now that Derek had an omega he fully anticipated to never hear the end of it. Since he had no intention of conforming to his family’s beliefs, he fully intended to keep Scott away from them. At least until he was sure Scott could behave himself.

  “I’m sorry,” Erica sighed, stepping back with a fond smile. “I know you must be dying to get home to your own place. Don’t worry. I won’t keep you. I’m just so happy for you.”

  Derek was surprised. When he had finished college without bonding, his family hadn’t seemed upset. That Erica was so happy for him was a little unexpected.

  ***

  Derek said goodbye to his sister, leading Scott by the wrist to his car. He opened the door for his new omega, settling him down in his seat and putting on his seat belt. A part of him just wanted to get home, but he knew that once he had Scott in his house—in his den—he wouldn’t be able to leave until he’d fucked him in every room of the house at least twice. So, if he wanted to get a collar and some supplies, now was the time to do it.

  “You did well, Scott,” he said after he’d pulled out of the driveway, remembering how nervous Scott had been when he brought up his disobedience. In all honesty, Derek didn’t think he would actually use the belt just because Scott forgot to call him alpha. He had been a little high on his own dominance when he gave the command, and in retrospect it seemed unduly harsh. But Derek wanted to impress upon Scott how seriously he took obedience and proper behavior, so for now he would stick with it. Hopefully Scott wouldn't forget, and after a while he could allow things to get more casual.

  Scott looked pleased at the praise, then annoyed with himself. Derek smirked, knowing that all of Scott’s instincts were telling him to be a good omega, but that his upbringing was telling him that it was wrong. Hopefully, Scott would come to trust his instincts. Really, if Scott stopped fighting himself, he would be much happier.

  Derek pulled up at the omega boutique, parking his car and turning to Scott. They were both still in the clothes provided by the hospital, cocks tenting the flimsy cotton of their hospital pants. They looked ridiculous, but everyone who saw them would know and understand. Erica certainly hadn’t commented on the bulge in his pants, even though he knew he’d just provided her with a lifetime’
s worth of ammunition against him.

  “You okay?” he asked Scott, knowing that the younger man was just as horny as he was and that he hadn’t had the benefit of a release in the shower like Derek. The thought that Scott was waiting for permission to come, was aching for it, was a huge turn-on. Derek wondered just how much Scott could take before shooting, and how he could punish him when he did.

  “Yes, alpha,” Scott answered, looking at the store in front of them and asking, “What are we doing here, alpha?”

  “We’re getting your leash and collar, and maybe a harness.” Derek said, opening his door and stepping out and around the car to get Scott out.

  “My what?” Scott asked, adding hastily, “Alpha?”

  Derek looked at him, wondering if he really hadn’t expected it. Derek knew that it was considered old-fashioned, but he would have thought it obvious that he was the type of alpha who wanted his omega on a leash.

  “Your collar. Now come on. I want to get this over with so that we can go home.” He grabbed Scott by the arm and pulled him up, slamming the door shut behind him and walking into the store.

  The omega boutique was quiet and cool, the soft overhead lighting bringing out a golden glow in Scott’s skin. Derek looked around, seeing no one else in the store other than the beta behind the counter. She smiled at him, an understanding look on her face as she took in their clothes.

  The main reason Derek hadn’t wanted to change into his own clothes at the hospital was this. It removed the need to explain what had happened, and why he might be acting a little bit more like a caveman than was his usual.

  “Hello. How can I help you?” the woman behind the counter asked politely, addressing Derek. She ignored Scott, as was proper. Derek relaxed.

  “I need a leash and collar for my new omega,” Derek said, flashing his best grin. The saleswoman licked her lips, nodding to herself before catching herself and flushing.