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Crueler than his kiss was when he released me. Crueler than his kiss, because he let me go and began to work on the fastenings of my breeches. I could not push him away… If he needed proof of my submission this was it. I covered my face, hoping to hide my burning cheeks. Heated not from shame but for the onslaught of fantastic memories of my time with Jack. Truly, if he walked in on us now… Goddess how would it feel to have them with me? If I was naked, they were clothed so that the fabric rubbed against my sensitive breasts and bottom.
Paxton wriggled my breeches over my hips so that my thighs were caught. I was as helpless I allowed, and I’d allowed—no, hoped—to find myself at his mercy.
“Oh,” I gasped when I felt a pair of large hands spreading my cheeks apart allowing a breath of air to tantalise my my sex. “Yes— I mean—”
“Why do you hide yourself away?” The sound did not come from above but further down. He had knelt and now pressed a kiss to the top of my thigh. “When this pussy is so pretty, I wonder why you hide.”
“I don’t,” I gasped as his fingers teased along my lower lips.
“Come, Vixen, you hide. I’ve never met such a cunning and canny little omega.” He sounded so calm and collected. The alpha pushed my legs apart until they stretched my breeches tight. I’d been trapped before, but now I was in his power in a whole new way. I moaned and knew I could not mask how slick and needy I was for him. “Now, tell me why you hide yourself away and I’ll let you come.”
“I don’t want that…” I didn’t hide, but then again, if telling him some story would ensure that he slipped those long, elegant fingers deep inside of me, then I was willing to play his game.
“You don’t want to admit the truth… I understand that. But… Whatever you want. For me to make you come all over my fingers and mouth or for me to pull up these breeches and send you on your way, as frustrated as I am. Tell me the truth, then tell me what you want… Otherwise I cannot make promises about what I have planned for this sweet pussy.” He pressed a kiss on my thigh, tantalisingly close to where my darkest desires wanted him.
“I have to be perfect… I, uh, I have to,” a whimper escaped as he caressed my clit. “Fuck.”
“No foul language,” he warned and removed his fingers.
“I can no more help the words coming out of my mouth in a time of physical pleasure than I can help the sun rising in the morning. If you do not wish to hear my cursing, remove your hand from my sex and leave.” I glared at the smug alpha. Even on his knees, he was the one in control. I wanted to touch, to muss that carefully tied hair, to kiss and suck and bite. Not since I’d opened the door for Jack had I felt such a tide of unfulfilled desire. Unconsciously my hips rocked towards him. Goddess, he’d take advantage of my body’s pleas, twist me up in my own need until I gave everything over for whatever scraps of pleasure he was willing to feed me.
“Oh, my devilish one,” He chuckled, his finger slipping into my sex, crooking forward and touching me in a manner that always made me see stars. “We can discuss your vocabulary at another time. But since you told me the truth, I can make you come… Only if you ask nicely.”
It had been over a year since another person had made me come. That, I rationalised, was the reason I said “Please, Lord Paxton.”
Our eyes held, his hot, molten silver while my own, I was sure, were near black with desire. He would be my undoing if I did not wrest control from him. But what could I, an omega, do to an alpha so tall he must bend to go through doors? I huffed. My predicament was as much my doing as his. More mine. I should not make excuses when I wanted the man I could not stand in normal circumstances to suck on my clit until I screamed his name, uncaring who heard me.
“Please what?” His own smirk vanished. Wise alpha that he was, he knew I would not make this easy for him. “Omega…”
“I want you to make me come. Make me come, alpha.” I breathed.
Cursing, he surged to his feet and spun me around, forcing me to bend over the sofa’s arm. His hold on the scruff of my jacket was loose, and my struggle was superficial. I barely resisted each inch, and when he applied a fraction more pressure, I submitted. We both knew each submission was my choice. At last, my hands went out, and I caught myself on the cushion.
“You are like no other. I cannot wait to feel you milking my knot.” he muttered.
“Oh? And when you knot for some pretty omega on the street, I suppose that means nothing? Or perhaps—”
“Brat. Do you wish to make it worse for yourself?” he tutted as he flicked my coat out of the way and pulled my britches down until they pooled at my ankles. The only thing covering me was my shirt, which was easily pushed aside. The cool air on my round heavy buttocks reminded me of how vulnerable I was, how I knew nothing of what he planned except to keep his promise to make me come. I tried to push up.
“No,” he barked. “Stay like that Vixen. It is such a pretty sight.”
“What do you intend?” I couldn’t help the tremor that entered my voice.
“You put yourself in danger. First at the Academy. Then coming unprotected to my house. You asked me to come. I get to choose the method of making you come. I choose to do so while… uh, reprimanding you for such careless behaviour.”
“What? Let me up!”
“Wait. Do you trust me with your body?” he asked. Reluctantly, I nodded. No matter how much I rebelled against his mission to own me, everything I had seen and heard of him convinced me that he would not force me. Dominate me, yes. But not force me.
He stepped back. Only keeping a single hand on my lower back in the lightest touch. Inside my pulse rushed. I knew my scent betrayed me.
“Scent is not consent, omega.” His voice was harsh with desire. “If you so choose, I will let you stand, and we can play a different kind of game.”
“This is what you like?” I asked. Pieces began falling into place. Those controlling instincts, the compulsion to protect all wrapped and twisted in his mind that desire for me and the need to dominate came together. Not unlike how I enjoyed an alpha’s hand tight around my throat. “Punishing me? Is that what you want?”
He let his actions speak. The first smack landed perfectly on my left buttock, causing me yelp. He waited. He wanted me to choose this, to want this as much as he. I arched my back, not yet ready to voice what I wanted.
“I’m not going to deliver your full punishment,” he told me. “That can wait until we are married. I merely wish.” A pair for each cheek causing me to wriggle and growl my displeasure but I made no move to get up. “Merely wish to make plain that I do not tolerate such behaviour from my omega.”
