Remi probably shouldn’t let himself be so easily manipulated by this alpha, but all it took was for Dimitrios to ask and the omega was irresistibly subservient to his commands. He wanted to please this alpha, he wanted to do what he was told and in return, he wanted to be praised and petted, told he was good and pretty and perfect. So Remi began to talk, voice quiet and a little too breathy, just a shade too close to a moan.
“I think about how it would feel to be bent over and held down by the hair. I think about getting used for someone’s pleasure, like a sex doll. I want to be called pretty and told how well I can take cock, but I also want to be talked dirty to. I want to feel small and defenseless, I want it hard and rough… that’s my fantasy.” Remi was hiding under his blanket as he spoke, even though he was alone.
“Mmm… I could do that for you, Baby. When I get home, I could fuck you until you cry. Do you want that? You want me to make you feel so much that you cry for me and beg for my cum?”
Remi was burning. He hadn’t touched himself since he took off his clothes, he didn’t want to do it without permission, but he was wet. He was soaked, and he could feel the sheets under him dampen with his slick. This was better than any porn he’d ever watched. Being talked to by Dimitrios, being promised things that he was more than sure the alpha could deliver on. It had his omega half fighting for control, making him a little too honest, a little too needy.
“Yes… gods yes. I want it. I want it so bad… want you so bad.”
“Are you touching yourself now, sweetheart?”
“No. I want you to tell me what to do… please… help me, alpha.”
“Touch yourself, Baby. Get your hand wet with your slick and wrap it around your pretty cock. I want to hear your little noises. I haven’t gotten to hear them nearly enough.”
Remi did as he was told, sliding his hand between his thighs to gather slick on it and wrapped it around his cock. He whined softly as he started to move his hand, the knowledge that Dimitrios could hear every noise he made had him arching and gasping, as he pictured the alpha listening to him, getting hard from his sounds.
“Mmm… does it feel that good, Baby?” Dimitrios asked, voice deep and smooth.
“Yes… oh gods… alpha… nngh… Are you hard, alpha?”
“Oh yeah, Baby. I’m so hard, you’re doing so well for me. Making such pretty sounds.”
The speed of Remi’s hand increased as he felt his pleasure building slowly, masturbating had never felt so intense before. Knowing Dimitrios was listening and that the alpha was enjoying it had him so hard and so wet he knew he’d have to change the sheets afterward.
“M-more… I need more.” Remi gasped.
“Do you have any toys?”
Remi’s mind was scrambled and it took a few seconds to process the question.
“Uh… yeah. I do.”
“Get whichever of your toys is your favorite. I want to listen to you fuck yourself for me.”
Remi bit his lip and forced his hand to stop moving, which was immensely difficult when he was so aroused. But the alpha’s words had him doing it anyway. He was a good boy. He would follow orders.
“Okay… Hold on. I need to get them out.”
Remi set his phone aside and rolled over to reach under his bed and grab his box of toys. He didn’t really have much of a selection. He had the pink toy he’d practiced deepthroating with, a lovely glass one that was gently ribbed with a heart shaped pink base that was probably his favorite because it was so pretty. He’d bought it a few years ago online and it was his standard one that he used for heats. It was slightly wider than the pink one, but not as long. He grabbed it and left the box on the floor next to his bed, rolling over into his spot and grabbing his phone.
“Got it.”
“Good boy. Now I want you to open yourself up with your fingers, Baby. Don’t hold back your sounds, I want to hear how it feels.”
Remi set the toy aside and bent his knees up, opened his legs and reached the hand that wasn’t holding his phone down between them and gently slid one finger inside himself with a little sound of relief. He was already breathing hard and his voice was still a bit raspy as he moaned quietly, moving the finger in and out of himself a few times before adding another. His fingers were smaller and shorter than Dimitrios', and he could feel the difference immediately. He wanted the alpha’s longer, thicker fingers. They reached places deep inside him that his own just couldn’t.
His early relief quickly turned to frustration as his moans turned to needy whines. Remi knew he was being a brat, but he wanted Dimitrios. His small, short fingers were no match for the way the alpha had made him feel. Even as he added a third finger he felt upset that he couldn’t reach that special spot deep inside him that Dimitrios' fingers had easily touched.
“What’s wrong, pretty boy? You don’t sound like you’re enjoying yourself.”
Dimitrios' voice was calm and quiet and the gentleness only made Remi’s inner omega more upset, more needful.
“It’s not enough… I want you. Alpha, I need you.”
“I know, Baby. I know. But you’re doing so well. You’re gonna be good for me, right?”
“Y-yes. I’ll be good.”