“My nipples are sensitive, but you can’t flick them or suck them in this position.” His smirk was positively evil. I fucking loved it. He’d gone from the verge of insanity into a strong man taking control over his heat. “But…” He plucked the clamps from the table next to the tub. “I came prepared.”
This had to be a dream. A feisty omega was riding me and rolling his nipples in his fingers, arching, moaning. Yup. It was an illusion.
A gorgeous emerald gaze met mine when Ole opened one steel clamp, its mouth full of tiny needle-like teeth. He closed it over the peaked nub and moaned, his eyelids fluttering but remaining open. The absolute beauty of Oleander’s face, painted with lust but devoid of craze, wasan image I’d remember forever. When the other clamp pinched his nipple, he rolled his hips, sending the chain connecting the clamps bouncing against his abdomen.
I’d never been restrained in front of an omega, but now, everything about it felt right. I was a toy, a mere cock to service Ole as he chased his pleasure.
It was divine.
The lean muscles of his body flexed as he rode me. Starting at his long neck, he danced his hand down his chest to the chain and pulled on it. He released a wail and squeezed my hard-on with his ass.
Oh, that grin. Should I be scared or intrigued?
He grazed a thumb over my bottom lip, and my stomach did a little jiggle. I’ve treated omegas like that before, but no one had ever touched me with… was that control? I was just here for the ride. Was this what willingly submitting felt like?
He lifted the chain connecting his nipple clamps and put it in my mouth.
“Pull,” he said simply.
Gently, I moved my head back, tasting steel, doing what he’d told me to.
Ole keened, snapping his hips fast, sloshing the water outside the tub and onto the floor. He braced his hands on my chest, cupping my pecs, flicking my nipples, and digging his nails into my skin. The sounds he made alonecould make me come. Like this—with him owning me? I was barely holding on.
He met my gaze as he reached for a clamp, and when he pulled it off, he threw his head back and released a scream filled with both pain and pleasure. After doing the same to the other, he came, shooting white ribbons onto my chest and into the water. Only then did he squeeze his dick and jerk it with fast flicks of his wrist, coming once more.
“That’s right. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I whispered the praise, lost in overwhelming awe.
Still impaled, he bounced on me, his channel pulsing as his womb lowered, touching the head of my cock with a slightly-parted opening. Yes, I would breed him with the next wave, fill him with my cum until he’d be finally sated.
I came so hard that I pulled on the restraints in my need to grab him, to have him close to me. Instead, I snapped my hips up, shooting into him until my knot swelled too big to pull out anymore.
He leaned back and braced his hands on my thighs, drawing my attention to his peaked nipples. Would he let me suck them with the next wave? The lines of his body, covered in sweat and water, were made to be worshiped, and I would happily remain his slave if I could lick him all over.
“Fuck, Ole, you’re so hot.”
“I like it.Ole…” He smeared his cum over my abs, then washed it with the tepid waterwe sat in.
I imagined his stomach swelling with my child. I shook my head to clear it of the thought. That would never happen.
He traced his fingers up and over the side of my neck where a thin scab formed. “I bit you hard.”
“You can’t bond us unless I bite you too.”
“Yeah, so—” He dragged his tongue from my collarbone to my ear on the other side. “You don’t mind if I bite you again.”
He didn’t wait for my answer, and that was fair enough. His teeth sunk into my flesh, and I gasped, thrusting my hips up as shivers ran down my spine. His channel gripped me as he nibbled on my skin.
I was bound and bitten by an omega.
But I was sure I was in heaven.
I nuzzled my nose into his hair. If he slit my throat after all this and left me to bleed into the tub, I wouldn’t mind. I’d die happy if this was my last night on this wretched planet.
“This was the first time I came on my own terms with another person in the room,” he mumbled into the crook of my neck.
A generic ‘I’m sorry’ wouldn’t cut it. I wanted to hold him, hug him, soothe his back. He didn’t need pity, he’d made it pretty clear.
“I’m glad to be of service,” I said instead.
