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Dimitrios let out a soft chuckle and leaned down to press a light kiss to Remi’s lips, pulling a soft pleading sound from his pretty mouth.
“Thank you, Baby. You’re very beautiful, too.” Dimitrios watched with pleasure as the omega flushed at the praise, eyes turning down as he got shy. The alpha just leaned down and gave him another soft kiss. “Now, get in the car and put on your seatbelt. I’m gonna put these bags in the back and then we can go to the grocery store.”
Remi turned away at once and climbed up into the car, closing his door and putting on his seatbelt. He looked so content as he settled in his seat with happy expectation at doing what he was told. So adorable.
Dimitrios stored the bags in the back with the rest of their haul and got into the driver’s seat, turning on the car and getting the heater going, reaching forward to turn the heated seat up all the way on Remi’s side. He looked over to see the pretty blond staring at him again. Dimitrios could tell that Remi was still in his subspace. He reached over and petted a soft hand over his jaw, the omega immediately turning his face into his palm and nuzzling at him.
“Are you alright, Baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to skip going to the store? You don’t have to cook tonight if you don’t want to.” Dimitrios offered.
Remi sat back and shook his head vehemently. “No! I want to go. I want to cook for you.”
“Okay, pretty boy. I need you to focus for just a little longer on being Remi Laroche. Once we get home then you can let go, okay?”
“Okay.” Remi nodded.
“Good boy.”
Chapter 15
Daddy's Boy
Dimitriosdrovetothegrocery store that was closest to his house. He could tell that Remi was focusing on getting back into the right frame of mind to be in public. It was interesting to watch the omega in short covert glances while trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was like he was watching Remi put himself back together again, zipping himself away back into the costume of his usual self, hiding the soft, needy boy that Dimitrios knew was hiding underneath the surface.
By the time they reached the store, it was clear that Remi was back to his normal frame of mind. There were still small signs of his subspace left over, like the way that he clung to the alpha’s hand, just a little too tight.
Grocery shopping with Remi turned out to be a fun experience. The omega got so excited talking about this and that recipe and selecting various ingredients, asking what kinds of foods Dimitrios liked and what his favorite meals were. It was all very adorable as he darted around, collecting things and piling them in the cart, including several bottles of wine. Dimitrios just followed along in his wake and listened attentively as the omega talked about his passion for food and all his favorite things to make. He’d never seen Remi so animated before, and it was strangely sexy and adorable all at once.
As they were leaving, Dimitrios' phone started to ding with emails. He knew it was from his work account, due to the tone, so he pulled it out and found a series of frantic emails from one of his vendors. He sighed and sent a quick reply that he’d call back as soon as possible, but that he was away from his computer at the moment.
Dimitrios felt all the stress of work slide back onto his shoulders, as he began to worry about supply lines and vendor dealings. It was all complicated and so boring. He couldn’t wait to find a new CEO so he could go back to doing what he loved—coding and engineering new products (and fucking one very pretty and sweet little vanilla boy).
They barely managed to get all their purchases into the apartment in two trips, though Dimitrios carried the bulk of it. Once they had settled everything into a big pile in the middle of the living room floor, Dimitrios pressed a quick kiss to Remi’s forehead, apologizing that he had to take a work call. The omega just waved him off with a smile and began to put the groceries away in the kitchen, discovering that almost all the cabinets were empty. The alpha apparently never cooked, because although he had top of the line pots and pans, they didn’t appear to have ever been used.
Remi just shook his head as he finished putting things away and then moved on to sorting out the clothes into different piles for pants, shirts, shoes, etc. When he got to the lingerie he couldn’t help but imagine how Dimitrios would put him to use while wearing the undergarments he’d purchased. It started to reawaken his earlier arousal. Remi ran his fingertips over the silk and lace of the lingerie, the sheer mesh of pantyhose and the soft wool of the thigh high socks.
Remi felt himself softening, letting go of his guarded mask now that he was back in Dimitrios' apartment, surrounded by the alpha’s scent and secure in the knowledge that no one would see him except Dimitrios. He wanted Dimitrios to see him, he wanted the alpha to see his body clad in the silky, delicate gifts that he’d bought for him. He wanted to please Dimitrios in a way he’d never felt before.
He sifted through the pile of lingerie, looking at the absurd amount of it as he weighed his options, finally settling on a silky teal set of boyshorts and a bralette trimmed in delicate black lace. He searched through the shoe boxes until he found the pair of black patent leather heels, a pair of thigh high stockings also trimmed in lace and the black velvet box containing his new pearl necklace.
Just as he was getting up, Remi saw the bags from the sex shop and remembered the plug that he’d chosen, the pink one that Dimitrios had commented on. He easily found it, adding it to his little pile of things in his arms. He clutched them to his chest and raced off into Dimitrios' room, and into the bathroom.
Remi pulled his clothes off, biting his lip as he grabbed the pink glass plug, washing it thoroughly in the sink and drying it before propping one knee up on the counter and reaching between his legs to stretch himself enough to get the plug inside. It took a few minutes of work, but he was able to get the plug settled inside himself.
It was much bigger than an average plug, the base stretched him open like a knot would and made his knees weak. Remi had to brace himself on the marble countertop, trying to get used to the sensation. He took a few deep breaths until he felt a little calmer so he could gently wash the slick from his thighs and between his legs, not wanting it to get on the silk of his lingerie.
The omega shivered as he stepped into the silky panties, the cool material slid over his skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He bit his lip as he put on the silken top and it skimmed his nipples making his whole body tingle and ache, longing for Dimitrios' warm touch, the heat of his body pressed against him. Remi was already hard, the ridge of his arousal clearly visible through the panties. It was both erotic and humiliating to be hard so quickly, but it only made Remi’s desire increase.
He felt that submissive, neediness come out in him as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and looped his long string of pearls around his neck twice. The necklace was deceptively heavy, the first loop tight around his throat, the longer hanging portion just reached his navel. He stepped first into his thigh high stockings, sliding them up his legs and smoothing them with his palms before toeing into his black high heels. Remi slid his hands over his exposed pale skin, delighting in how wonderfully sensual he felt as he gazed at his reflection.
He needed Dimitrios. Remi’s whole body was alive with longing for the alpha who seemed to break down all his barriers at once. Even just the thought of showing him, letting him see Remi in all his wonderful lewdness had him aching more, his stretched hole clenching and pressing the bulb of the plug against his tender insides, eliciting a soft gasp.
Remi walked out of the bathroom, through the bedroom and out into the living room. He paused for a moment, listening for Dimitrios' voice and he heard it coming from another room whose door was open. He carefully stepped toward the room, feeling the way the high heels made his hips swing more, made his gait more prowling. When he stepped into the doorframe, he took in the room briefly. It was an office of some kind, the walls lined with shelves, the center dominated by a desk with three monitors atop it. Dimitrios was in his desk chair, body angled away from the door and cell phone held to his ear.
Dimitrios was getting annoyed at the man on the other end of the line. It was a Saturday, and normally Dimitrios wouldn’t care about getting work calls, but he had other much more interesting things to be doing. The issue the man was asking about was not something so pertinent that it needed immediate attention anyway. But the vendor was a chatterbox, continually going off on tangents, talking and talking, far beyond the point of the conversation.
