“Tell me no, omega,” I said, almost wishing he would. I was so far out of my comfort zone, my ears rang with a weird buzzing sound, but I lowered the blindfold, feeling the others clustering closer as I did. His eyes, they searched mine, boring into them right up until I placed the cloth across them, forcing the lids to close. Then I moved quickly, efficiently, Len lifting Tris’ head for me so I could tie the knot.
“You’re doing well,” he said in a low tone. “This will be good for him. It gives him less stuff to focus on, to be distracted by. Props can be used to help him surrender. Can I kiss him?”
The alpha asking the omega for permission nearly made me laugh, but I guessed that was Abaddon. Why would it replicate the rules of the outside world when it could turn them all on their head? Who was in control, who was controlled? Who fucked or was fucked? The freedom of the place made me dizzy, so I focussed just on his request.
“Please do. Kiss my omega until his lips are swollen and puffy, until he starts to whine.”
A small noise escaped Tris as he heard our words, but that was soon muffled as Len bent down, drowning Tris in his scent. I couldn’t look away as Len’s lips connected with Tris’, parting them slowly before devouring them, and I wasn’t the only one. If I envied Tris, then so did Jackson. His hands didn’t stop moving, tracing sensual circles across Tristan’s flesh, but his eyes, they were entirely on Len, on the way the alpha kissed my lover, Jackson’s own mouth moving reflexively, his tongue flicking out.
“He’s dropping down,” James said quietly. “You’re doing very well, but you’ll need to stay alert. This is not a state he’s been in before?” I shook my head. “Omegas get very needy when you drop them into sub space. His instincts have been tamped down for so long, it’ll probably hit him harder than most. He’ll want to be knotted and will potentially scream for it. Len said he’s not willing to, not until the
relationship is formalised, and I don’t think I should, not yet.”
“That leaves you, princess,” Jackson said, looking awfully pale. He pulled away from Tristan to look through the different implements of pleasure arrayed on the benches, all vacuum sealed in plastic bags after being cleaned. Then he drew out a purple device I knew well now. “You could try a harness if you like?”
“This would be perfect,” James said, taking the silicone Feeldoe from Jackson and hefting it in his hands. “You could take your omega with this, give him what he needs.”
Right now, I didn’t want to do that, to be Tris’ alpha, and part of me quailed at taking on a role I’d never even thought about before. I’d played with toys with Tristan to give him the stretch he needed, but this wasn’t the same. Then, I’d been an empathetic omega, seeing to his needs. With this, I’d be much more like Fire, all glittering hard beauty as I tore pleasure from the ones I loved, being the agent of that pleasure, rather than the recipient.
“Fuck…” Jackson hissed. “You’ll look so fucking hot.”
But as I’d said, things were changing, and I was going to change with them, so I turned my back to James and asked, “Can you undo my zipper?” When he did just that, his hands grazing my bare skin, I couldn’t have felt more like an omega. He stripped me, peeling the satin away until it fell, pooling at my feet.
I was naked but for my underwear, in a sex club, watched by potentially hundreds of people and hoping like hell Athena’s apparently draconian rules on the use of cameras in the club were upheld. This image splashed across the society pages would give my father a stroke, but that thought didn’t linger as James moved closer. His eyes ate every inch of me up with a kind of voracious hunger that made me shiver, and his grip on the Feeldoe tightened before he growled out his suggestion.
“I can make…the insertion of this much more pleasurable. I think I need to do that very much.”
“Yeah?” I cocked a hip, finally feeling some of the big dick energy I’d need to do this.
“With your permission?”
Such a gentlemanly way of asking to do something debauched, and I found myself smiling as he dropped down to his knees, Jackson moving back to Tristan. He and Len now tormented Tris’ nipples, wrapped their hands around his throat, and slid them across his stomach, just not where he needed. He made the perfect noise in response—a little ragged whine, rusty and unused, but still communicating clearly what he was experiencing.
“What do you need, omega?” I asked as I felt James’ hands on my ankles, then stroking up. Tristan’s hips flexed in response, his cock drooling now, so very hard, then came more whines as I felt a kiss midway up my thigh before fingers slid under the sides of my underwear, pulling them down my legs as Len began to move.
He came to stand beside me, staring at me, his eyes tracing what his hands had before, making me long for the callused rasp of those fingers, but this time, they were for Tristan.
“Your slick, his, it’s in my nose and my mouth. Can I have a taste?”
I smiled at him for asking so nicely, sliding a hand up his spine and then pushing him down towards Tris’ cock.
“Just a taste,” I said, his tongue and James’ flicking out, James parting my folds, coating his tongue with my slick, Len doing the same to Tris. My lover’s cries grew desperate the moment Len’s hand collared the base of his cock, the leather bindings stretching, creaking as he tested them to his limit.
“Shh, omega…” I said, feeling it now—that alpha need to settle the querulous omega. He would get what he needed soon, all too soon, right after James—Uh!
His hands spanned my hips, locking down tight as his mouth grew hungry, diving in and eating me with a kind of ferocity all his good manners hadn’t led me to expect. A low rumble from his chest vibrated through me, making me go up on my toes, but he pulled me back down again onto his face, his eyes flicking open as I tangled my hand in his hair, his glasses forming a partial mask as the light glazed across them, until finally, he wrenched them off, tossing them away.
“Fuck…” he hissed into my pussy, making damn sure the Feeldoe was going to go in easy and be gripped tight by my spasming cunt.
He got to his feet and moved behind me, somehow transferring all that alpha energy as he put the silicon toy between my legs and then eased the bulb inside me, my gasps ragged as I felt it pop in, much like a knot. And that knot, it held my newfound alpha cock.
“Holy shit, why is this so fucking hot?” Jackson said, pulling away from Tristan and moving towards me, but then his gaze transferred to my omega. “You gonna give him what he needs?”
“Soon,” James said, and I could feel the brush of his body against mine. “She needs to ready him. He probably thinks he wants it now, but you’ll have to time it well.”
My hand slid up Len’s shoulder’s, feeling the muscles flex as he licked up and down the length of Tristan’s cock, swiping away every drop of his slick. Keeping my hand there, I reached down, my hand taking the place of Len’s as I gripped my love’s cock. I pulled it away from his body just a bit, and Len stared up at me.
I was offering him my omega’s dick, letting him devour Tristan, suckle him until he was aching, and Len seemed to understand this. Before he acted on my unspoken instructions, he moved closer to me, wrapping a muscular arm around my hips and pressing a kiss to my upper thigh. My free hand went to his head by reflex, and I shivered as my fingers sank into his thick hair. There we stood, alpha and omega, just for a second, in a form few would recognise, but somehow, it made sense to me. Then I used my hand to manoeuvre him forward and watched his tongue flick out, Tristan moaning as Len licked the top of the omega’s cock, his body tensing against the restraints again. My hand went to Len’s neck, pushing him down Tris’ length to the beautiful sound of his surrender.