My hand reached out to grip her, catching one of her pigtails briefly, careful to only hold on for a moment. She screamed before fleeing, the sound going straight to my cock.
I wanted to see how many more times I could make her do that.
“You can run, but you can’t hide,” I said behind her.
The classic horror line had her cackling, the sound almost as sweet as her screams.
It didn’t take her long to corner herself at a dead end. She put her hands on each side of the wall, realizing the situation she’d gotten herself in.
When she turned, there I was, waiting.
“Caught you.”
She whimpered, and I thought about letting her run again, prolonging the lead-up to the inevitable conclusion of our game as long as possible, but as she backed against the mirrored glass, her trembling body reflected back to her a hundred times, I decided the moment was too perfect to deny.
“Come here, doll,” I ordered.
She made a step forward, and I shook my head, motioning with a single finger to the floor. The omega wavered a moment before sinking to her knees on the concrete, her sinfully short skirt riding up to reveal a snatch of bright pink panties that matched the bra she was spilling out of.
A whine escaped her as she crawled towards me on her hand and knee, loose hairs falling into her face from her weakened pigtails from my rough grip during the chase.
The hunt was my favorite part, the adrenaline and uncertainty a deliriously heady thing. Using nothing but her scent and the sound of her frantic breathing to guide me towards what was already mine. But this? Her unquestioned obedience?
It was the most powerful aphrodisiac I’d ever encountered.
I wanted her beneath me, to pound into her tight cunt until she was too weak to continue, and to keep going anyway.
“Undo my pants,” I instructed, forceful but not quite a bark, though it didn’t matter; the command in my voice rewarded me with another drenching of strawberry syrup and bright green tea.
In the flickering lights, the sheen of sweat across her forehead and along her arms sparkled like glitter. Her scent was so strong that it felt like I was swimming in it.
She sat up, breath shuddering as she slowly undid my belt and then the button of my slacks, the sound of her breath nearly concealing the familiar snick of my zipper’s teeth. The little omega didn’t waste time, face falling forward for a deep inhale that broke into a devastated whimper. “Please, alpha? I need to touch you.”
“Take my cock out, dolly,” I murmured, a hand finding one of her pigtails for a tender stroke.
She tugged at the waistband of my underwear, shoving both them and my trousers away until they pooled around my ankles.
My cock bounced, long and thick and glistening with precum. It felt like I’d been hard for hours, ever since Joon had come out in that stupid fucking skirt. It was a bit of a surprise that my night had gone like this… a different omega in a similar outfit, looking at me like she was ready to devour my very soul if I offered it to her.
But my little doll was obedient, waiting for instructions patiently as I stroked her hair. A tendril of tenderness to contrast the vicious clarity of my orders.
Precum dripped from my swollen tip, hitting the floor below with little patters. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown with lust as she took me in, breaths rapid with either trepidation or excitement. It was hard to tell.
In the flickering light, I could only see glimpses of her. Like a camera flash that let me capture moments out of order.
Her teeth digging into her lower lip.
Her hand smoothing her hair.
That same hand trailing down her breast.
Waiting. Wanting.
Eyes so full of longing as they looked into my face—covered still by my mask, that it seemed as if I didn’t give her more instructions soon, she was likely to combust.
A level of submission given so freely that it almost made me apprehensive. She hadn’t even seen my face, and yet offered herself to me with hardly any work… It was electrifying.
Maddening.
