by L. V. Lane
I was deluding myself, she wasn’t close to breaking. More likely, I would be the one fucking breaking.
The cell door behind me opened, and Jordan entered, wearing the signature black pants and shirt all my security wore when working within the nightclub.
“That shipment is going down tonight,” Jordan said.
My eyes narrowed. Rhett hadn’t spoken to me since I wrapped my fingers around his throat. I’d do that shit again in a heartbeat if he set foot inside my apartment without me there, but the fucker knew better than to let that interfere with business.
I held up a hand and tapped my ear-communicator to life. “Update me,” I said to Rhett.
There was a lengthy silence, and I could sense him whisking a generous portion of my money to that gecko sanctuary he was obsessed with. “Consequence be damned, I’m going to beat your sorry ass if you don’t answer my fucking question.”
I heard Rhett’s long drawn out sigh. “Evening handover at Chimera’s cargo docks, according to my source. I’m verifying the details.”
“It’s the same drug? The one I used?” I eyed the kid, still kneeling on the floor. He was staring at the floor. He had quit his grunting, so I thought the nosy little shit was listening in. Not that I gave a fuck, and I was still thinking about offing him since he wasn’t providing anything useful.
“Yeah, the very same,” Rhett said. “Since it worked, I’m guessing you want to keep sole possession of such a lucrative drug.”
“I do. Keep me updated,” I replied. “And Rhett. What happened doesn’t interfere with business.”
Mumbling some shit about my assholeness having no bounds, he confirmed and closed.
I returned my attention to Jordan and Kade. “Put a couple of teams at the docks on standby, once we get confirmation, notify Black and mobilize.”
Jordan got straight on his communicator.
“What do you want me to do with the kid?” Kade asked as I followed the two Deltas out of the cell. The door slammed shut, and the lock engaged.
I still didn’t know what to do with the mouthy prick…but he might be useful yet. “Nothing for now.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
AFTER RETURNING TO my apartment, I spent the rest of the day fucking, interspersed with breaks for food. Well, Madelyn fucked me until exhaustion put her into a foul mood, and she cursed me and my lack of interest to hell and back as she beat my chest with her small fists.
My engorged cock and the bulging swelling that was a breath away from a knot should have been indication enough of my interest, but she was beyond reason.
I didn’t knot her as a punishment, and that pleased her even less.
Evening had darkened the sky by this time, and I had shit to do in the club.
She swore at me again when I went to get up. Between my early life on Lyus, and my time in the military, I thought I’d heard every kind of creative insult. Sweet Madelyn had quite the skill in cursing, and against my better judgment, I spanked her ass until it was a fiery shade of red before ordering her to take a shower. I didn’t trust myself in there with her, and I used the en-suite in the second bedroom.
Restraint was the domain of a Controller, but nothing in my Controller training was helping me anymore. It was five years since I’d left the military, five years since I had felt an Omega fisting my cock…five long years.
Omegas were by nature gifted, healing or psychic, or a few other rare variations. Such skills were essential in the context of the war, and they allocated them an Alpha Controller for protection. There was no time during deployment to ease an Omega into a bond. Were I Madalyn’s Controller, she would have been fucked into obedience by now. But she wasn’t gifted, and the war would never have her.
And just to make absolutely sure, I fully intended to have her bred by the end of her first heat, collar or not.
Flipping the shower off, I dried myself. When I returned to the bedroom, she was sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, wrapped in a giant fluffy towel. Her long red hair was pinned up above her head in a messy tangle of curls. My fingers itched to grip a fistful while I choked her on my cock—I was sure it would be the perfect cure for her cursing.
As I stood there staring at her, I began to question my whole approach. What the hell was wrong with me? I had no idea why I had taken this route; we were both on edge. She was an Omega and needed to be dominated; she had begged me to do as much. I didn’t even care about the fucking collar anymore.
I sighed and scrubbed a hand through my damp hair—I wanted the collar, but the allure had definitely lost its luster.
A message on my communicator reminded me that matters needed my attention, and I went through the motions of getting dressed in a crisp white shirt, and midnight blue suit.
“Where are you going?”
A short time ago, Madelyn had been railing at me, telling me how much she hated me and my defective cock. But she had imprinted on me, and her soulful blue eyes now implored me not to go.
“I have business to attend to in the club, Pet.” I slipped my watch over my wrist and clipped the strap closed. “I won’t be gone for long.”
“Can I…go with you?”
Pausing at the doorway, I turned back.
I let her question sink in. Had I been going about this all wrong? Using a corrupted version of control poorly when other methods might have done the job? “I don’t think that would be a good idea, love.”
“Why not?” After her earlier tantrum, her voice was quiet enough that I had to strain to hear. She rose to her knees, a small frown on her brow. “I could…put the collar on again…while we are out. I would need clothes, though. I don’t think I could make myself enter the club in underwear.”
Here we both stood at the cusp of the capitulation I had been craving. I considered denying her request—with a little alone time, I thought it might reach the stage where she would walk naked through the club rather than be without me.
She might even ask me to collar her…permanently.
I nodded and crooked a finger. “Come with me.”
Taking her through to the second bedroom, I unlocked the closet where I had been keeping her other clothes.
“Oh,” she said, her brows wrinkling with suspicion and no small amount of judgment. “Whose are these?”
“Yours, Pet,” I replied, working my way along the racks until I found a dress that caught my eye. It dipped a little at the front and a lot at the back. “Put this on. Find some shoes. No underwear. I’ll fetch your collar.”
I took my time collecting it and put a call through to my security team, telling them that I would be along shortly.
When I returned, she was waiting for me, her worried eyes meeting mine. “You look beautiful, love.” The dress fitted her hourglass body perfectly, and the high-heeled pumps she had selected added a little height. Her long hair had been combed out and fell in soft waves over her left shoulder; she was tiny, fragile, and…fuckable. I wanted her to crawl to me on her hands and knees in that dress and beg me to defile her in every way I knew.
I knew a lot of ways to defile an Omega, their bodies were made for sin, and Madelyn’s was pure temptation, so it might take me…many years.
When I took the collar from my pocket, she did not shy away and even spared a cursory glance at it as I fastened it into place. Like last time, I enclosed both the collar and her delicate throat in my hand.
“Breathe, Pet,” I instructed when I feared she might be about to have another panic attack. Her lashes lowered, and her cheeks flushed, and under my hand, her body trembled. “How does it make you feel?”
She shook her head, refusing to answer.
“Don’t.” Her hand clamped over mine when I went to withdraw. “I want to go with you. Don’t take it off—yet.”
I had no intention of taking it off; I never wanted to take it off. But her misinterpretation brought out the inner bastard in me.
Still cupping her throat, I forced her chin up with my thumb.
“Look at me, Pet.”
There was a brief moment of defiance before her lashes lifted. She was so fucking perfect. My perfect little pet, she just didn’t want to accept it yet. “Tell me how it makes you feel,” I added a touch of bite to my words. I kept my tone gentle with her normally, and her chest heaved as she drew air into her lungs.
“Safe,” she whispered. “It makes me feel safe.”
Her words did something to me that I couldn’t quantify. “You belong to me. I own you—the collar says as much. And I take care of what is mine.”
“But what happens after?” Her brow furrowed as if she was puzzling a great mystery. “How do I know my new master will make me feel safe?”
My fingers had tightened before I could stop myself. “There will be no other fucking masters,” I bit out before my lips lowered over hers. The kiss was aggressive; I was half choking her, and I didn’t give a fuck.
And she opened to it, let me have what I wanted. Submitted so entirely that it was all I could do not to drag her into the closet-nest and rough fucking her into heat.
Close, she was so close to breaking. We both were.
When I lifted my head, her lips were red and puffy, and her breath a shallow pant. I eased the hold on her throat and rubbed the pad of my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. I was calm again now. My words had calmed us both. “Is that what you wanted to hear, love?”
Head lowering, she nodded.
Things had changed, I could feel it. But I had been this patient, and I could wait.
“Let’s go.” Taking her hand in mine, I took her into the elevator.
The club was already busy when we entered; music pounding, and patrons dancing, talking, and even fucking. I didn’t tolerate trouble of any kind, but anything else went, and there was more than enough security on-site to ensure situations were handled swiftly.
The club was multi-tiered and had a variety of rooms, with music and themes to suit every taste, around a central hub where the main bars and dance floors were found. Jordan and Kade were waiting when I reached my place of business—a sweeping balcony that was sheltered from the worst of the thumping bass but still provided a perfect view.
Access was via stairs, and entry restricted.
“Guy here says he has information on Malaxos,” Jordan said, leaning in close. It was quieter, but not quiet.
I nodded. “Have him checked and bring him up.”
Comfortable couches gave a view over the venue. Madelyn was subdued, and she stopped at the glass balustrade to study the seething masses. Sensing my study, she glanced up and smiled.
I liked that look, and the acceptance it portrayed. That look would get her fucked exactly how she needed.
As she returned her attention to the crowd, I traced the line of her neck, brushing the hair aside as my fingertips trailed the line of her naked back. The backless dress exposed down to the swell of her ass.
She hissed when I cupped the cheek and squeezed. “Sore, Pet?”
I smirked when she glared at me and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Keep looking at me like that, and you’re going to find yourself fucked up against this glass.”
With slow, deliberate movements, I tugged the hem of her dress up until I exposed the cheeks of her ass. She trembled as my fingers skimmed over the soft skin, and her knuckles turned white where they had gripped the rail. “Keep perfectly still, Pet. That way, no one below will see what I’m doing.”
She whimpered. The front of her dress still covered her pussy, barely, as I run my finger down along the line of her ass.
“What’s this?” I made a tutting sound as I gave the G-string a little tug. “Someone has been disobedient. I gave you specific instructions. Hold still.” I smacked each bottom cheek hard, eliciting two shocked squeals. “Now, take them off.”
She flashed me a look of terrified confusion. I hoisted the dress a little higher at the back. “Take them off, or I’ll take the dress off, Pet. Which do you prefer?”
“I—here?” She stammered.
I nodded. Madelyn was about to learn a valuable lesson in obedience.
Her fingers slipped under her dress, fumbling to find them while attempting to maintain the little dignity she had left. I cupped her tit with my other hand and rubbed my thumb back and forth over the nipple until it bloomed for me.
“Oh god,” she muttered.
“Let them drop,” I instructed, kissing her temple while she fretted. “Good girl, now step out.”
She wobbled a little as she complied, and I could smell her gathering slick. Sliding my hand under her dress, I cupped her pussy from behind.
“Please!”
“Keep fucking still,” I growled, and pinning her against the glass, began slowly circling her clit.
“Ohgod. Ohgod. Ohgod.” Her words were a breathless pant, her eyes closed, and her pussy became slick.
“Your hot cunt is dripping, Pet.” I pressed two fingers inside, and then pumped them slowly in and out, crushing her against the glass on the end of each thrust. “Ask me if you can come.”
“Please, please, I need to come. Make me come.”
Pulling out, I went after her clit, rubbing mercilessly over the swollen nub. Her face flushed, her breath caught, and her mouth opened on a guttural cry of pleasure that sent me a little dizzy, given how much blood was filling my dick.
She turned limp as a cooked noodle in the wake, her dazed eyes blinking as if remembering where she was. Chuckling, I let her dress drop and took her over to the couch.
The staff, who had discretely disappeared, returned with a selection of drinks. Madelyn hesitated when I encouraged her to sit beside me. She wore no lead, and there was no cushion for her to kneel on. Although there would be times when I enjoyed all aspects of domination, it wasn’t everything that would happen between us, and she needed to learn this, too.
There was both water and alcohol on the table, but she selected the water and gulped it down.
Shortly later, Kade and Jordan arrived with two more floor managers, escorting an Alpha.
My Pet stiffened at their arrival, but I stroked my hand over her hair. My floor managers were Betas, Jordan and Kade, Deltas, and her scent was of little or no impact on them.
I didn’t like the way the new Alphas nostrils flared, but he lowered his eyes in a sign of submission, and at my indication, took the seat opposite while cutting a look at the looming security.
I nudged my head, and they took a less aggressive stance, but nevertheless remained alert.
“You have something to say?” I got straight to the point. There was something off about him, and I wished I’d taken this conversation elsewhere.
He shrugged. “If you're going to make it worth my while.” There was a slim data tablet in his hand, and he placed it on the table before him. “You gonna offer me a drink?”
“No. Get to the point before I have you booted out.”
He smirked at that before his lips twisted in a grimace. “I heard you were an asshole. But yeah, Dino’s a bigger one. Got leverage on my family, so I’ve been backed into a corner, so to speak.”
He was fucking twitchy. I noticed Kade making a subtle move closer—I wasn’t alone in my wary. My whole body had prepped. I moved slowly, easing Madelyn from where she pressed against me under the pretext of putting my glass down.
“You going to tell me what you have so I can decide if I want to help you with that leverage?”
My senses were screaming. I was close to calling it when the Alpha dived for the data tablet. For a big man, he moved quickly. “Malaxos sends his regards.”
The words barely registered because the data tablet had disintegrated, and all I saw was the flash of a stiletto aiming for my jugular. Much as I hated my time in the military, they had done an exemplary job of training me. I had his wrist in one hand, and his throat in the other as the last word passed his lips and had swept him down onto the floor in a single fluid motion before my security team could react.
I
was aware of Jordan snatching Madelyn out of the way on my periphery, but my focus remained on the downed man. The deadly blade clattered to the floor as I slammed his wrist into the corner of the table.
A punch to his throat took the wind out of him—I punched him again for good measure because my fury would allow for nothing less. Were I in a less public setting, I would be taking that stiletto and opening the motherfucker up.
I was still thinking about it.
Those murderous thoughts consumed me, but I could hear Madelyn screaming at Jordan to let her go, and she didn’t need to be sullied any further by this shit.
My security swarmed over the prick as I got to my feet. What a fucking mess! He wrestled them with the tenacity of a wild boar until one of them gave him a zap.
Electrode sticks could be handy for diffusing an aggressive Alpha—they would knock a Beta out. He was a big bastard, so getting him out of the club on his own feet made the job easier.
Head lolling, he was propelled toward the stairs. I hoped they dropped him down them.
When I turned back, Madelyn was still fighting with Jordan, and the Delta was having a hard time with it. She was a little scrap of nothing, and he should have held her with ease. Doubtless, he was aware that my aggression was high in the wake of the fight, and seeing his hands on her in any context was going to piss me off.
I took a deep breath. Adrenaline was tearing through my system. I wanted to rip Madelyn from his arms, take her down to the floor, and rut her like a savage.
Instead, I smoothed my jacket out and straightening my cuffs until I could get my feral under control. I nodded.
She launched herself at me the moment he let her go, clinging and wrapping around me with every bit of her small strength. “Hush, Pet. It’s over now.” Shivers wracked her body as she pressed her nose into the crook of my neck. Feeling her teeth nipping, I cupped the back of her neck.