“That’s what I want.”
“Do you want to be inside of me, or do you want me to be inside of you?” I ask in a low tone, all business.
He clears his throat and sits up, shifting in his seat. “Inside of me.”
“Are you into bondage or impact play?” I ask, hoping to god he says he wants me to spank him.
“I think I would be into both.” I grin and nod my head.
“Let’s go,” I say, standing and holding out my hand. His hand is larger than mine, but I grip it firmly and lead him to the far bedroom. I’m flooded with memories of Emmett and Kelsey here and how much I wish they were here right now. But I need to focus on the male Omega in front of me. He needs me—he needs this.
“You’re sure?” I check in with him again as he looks around the room and nods his head. “Naked and on the bed.”
He takes no time to remove his clothes and obey orders. I quite like that. As he undresses, I’m able to take in his form. He’s lean but muscular. His skin tone is a stunning light brown and I want to lick every square inch of it. He lies on the bed as I go to the armoire and fetch the strap on, lube and rope. I might not use it, but I’d prefer it by the bed.
His eyes are pleading and I recognize his need to be dominated, but also the amount of reassurance he needs. His insecurities run deep and he needs to understand how special he is.
“You’re such a good boy listening to instruction the first time,” I tell him as I undress. His eager eyes watching as I remove my clothes and slowly slide the leather harness over my thighs. I hold up the dildo. No knot on this one. I won’t be simulating knots with him. Not when I have a lock I know he desires. “This the right size, sweet boy?” I ask him and he nods his head. His cock is hard and weeping. I can only imagine how much slick is waiting for me.
I crawl up the bed, the length between my legs bobbing as I slide my fingertips up his muscular thighs. The dildo rubs against his cock as I cup his face and lean forward, kissing him. He’s shy at first, like maybe this isn’t something we should be doing.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I remind him against his lips.
“I want this.”
“So good for me, aren’t you?” I praise him, and he groans as I grip his cock in my fist. Stroking him lazily, like we have all the time in the world. He bucks into my hand and I smile at him. “Only patient boys get rewards,” I tell him and he nods. “If I put my fingers in your tight little hole, will you be slick for me?” I ask him.
“Yes, fuck yes,” he groans. As I stop stroking, he chokes and whines. It’s my kryptonite and makes me wet as I slide my fingers past his balls and taint and slowly glide a finger inside him.
“So much slick. You want it so bad, don’t you, sweet boy?”
“So bad,” he whines again.
His eyes are pleading and maybe if I didn’t get off on edging him so much, I would give him what he wants, but I don’t. I continue fingering him as he bucks off the bed, thrusting into nothing.
“Next time I’ll ride you and give you that lock you need,” I tell him and he groans. “Look how good you look wrapped around my fingers, writhing on my bed.”
He groans, and it comes out in nearly a whisper, but it breaks all my fucking resolve. “Please, Alpha.”
My mouth opens, and I blink at him. I’m so incredibly turned on I can’t stop myself as I insert the length of the dildo inside of him, causing him to shudder. My hands planted against the back of his thighs, I push them against his chest, spreading him open to me.
“Stroke yourself.” I watch in awe as he obeys, and his fist slowly squeezes up and down his length. Licking my lips, I look up and watch his gaze. I expect it to be looking at where I penetrate him, but it’s not. It’s on my face.
“So fucking beautiful,” he tells me. It should render me motionless, but all it does is make me fuck him harder. I release one of his thighs and slap his ass.
“Good?” I ask, checking in with him. I’m already making him take my cock, but he said he wanted to be punished.
He nods his head, but I need verbal confirmation. “Words, sweet boy,” I say.
“Yes, more please,” he replies.
“Such good manners.” I smack his ass again, watching the toy go in and out of him. The strap on lightly strokes my clit, like I’m edging myself while I fuck him. His ass is muscular and I like that I have to hit it harder to get the effect that I want. He moans as I smack his flesh while I fuck him.
“So good, Alpha, please,” he begs, and I strike him again. His thighs tense up and his glutes are tight. The smack makes my palm sting and makes it that much sweeter.
With his complexion, it takes a while to get that nice pink tint that I want on his ass. He’s whining, stroking his own cock, pre-cum dripping down his fist like a fountain. I decide that I want to make him come now, so I take over, jerking off his cock.
“Are you going to come for me, sweet Omega? I want it dripping down my hand. Can you do that for me?” He nods his head as I fuck him, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. He groans and pushes against me, wanting more pressure. I’m sure he wants to be knotted or locked, but this is a punishment, after all.