This is one of those things that my alpha has decided he’ll be pushing my comfort zone on. We got tested, so we know we have clean bills of health. We can’t get pregnant. Mess isn’t the issue. It’s just… me. It makes me nervous.
The rule is that we will use condoms most of the time, but my alpha will decide when he wants to breed me without a condom. I’m allowed to safeword out if I choose.
Dasan arranges me around him, his big cockhead at my hole. The moment he begins pushing inside me, it’s liquid fire, his barbell dragging a hot line of pleasure the further itgoes. I immediately begin whining and begging for more. More pleasure. More of him. Just more.
He thrusts into me until I beg for an orgasm, then he comes down on me, his mouth to mine. “Want to know what I have for you, omega?” he asks, voice low. I’m imagining him purring, right? That’s just lingering around from reading.
“What?” I ask, breathless.
“Today, you get to come as often as you want on my dick while I take pleasure from your hole until I’m ready to fill you with my seed. That’s a good gift, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I say. “The best gift, Alpha. You spoil me.”
He chuckles. “Not yet, but I fully intend to spoil you. For the rest of your days, sweetheart.”
A smile climbs my face as I stare into his dark eyes. His hair falls around us like a curtain, shutting out the world so it’s only us. He’s so beautiful. I touch his face, feeling his soft skin. I’ll never get tired of looking at him. Feeling him.
“Ready to come for me, Shiv?”
I nod. “It’s going to be quick, Alpha. Your dick is magic.”
He grins and begins fucking me. He twists me and curls me, the angle of his cock sending almost painfully good jolts of pleasure through me. I feel as if I’m attached to a live wire as he takes my body.
I come quickly because he said I can, because I need to and I don’t have to fight to hold it. But coming early has its drawbacks. Now, every single thrust feels like little needles. The pleasure is laced with something that makes me tingle.
I’m sensitive. My orgasm tank is already filling again, and I know the next one is going to be achingly good. If I have more after that, they’ll get more and more intense. The pleasure will be lined with delicious pain.
I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to it or not. I’m afraid of pain, but the pain Dasan gives me in these moments is sweet, sweet agony.
CHAPTER 33
DASAN
I don’t careabout losing. I mean, it’s part of the game. Obviously, none of us want to lose a game. I’m not even sure why tonight’s game frustrated me. There weren’t any bullshit calls. In fact, there weren’t many missed calls either.
Which reminds me of that dipshit ref, Matt. That was his name, right? One of these days, I’ll ask what came of that. All I know is that he hasn’t reffed any of our games again, and that’s been enough for me.
Marion is feeling irritated because one of the goals that made it in bounced off his arm. I think he’s also feeling embarrassed.
Coach still swaps out our goalies regularly, and I go back and forth on whether I like that strategy or not. It’s worked out in our favor on a few occasions, though. For instance, when Felton was suspended for four games last season and Marion had to fill in.
Marion was ready. He plays regularly, and I don’t really care what anyone says, just being good at goal in practice is pretty useless. That’s nowhere near the same thing as playing against another team for real.
He was ready, and we were all thankful that Coach kept to his plan to swap the goalies out. My only true frustration left over this decision is that Coach doesn’t bother to put in the goaliewho’s historically good against a particular team, and I think he should.
It’s not that I don’t understand his reasoning. Both goalies need to be at their best against all teams—instances like Felton’s suspension as proof in point. But seriously, Felton should have been in goal tonight. Marion’s play style is not the best against Toronto. Felton does much better in net when we play them.
However, hockey is over. I shake it off as I step into the elevator and head up to the sixth floor and Shively’s room. He’s no longer Coach Shively right now. He’s my omega, Shiv.
I’ve never heard anyone call him Shiv. It just spilled out of my mouth that first night in the hotel room at the black-tie event. Shively never commented on it, so I guess I claimed it as my own.
I stopped at a restaurant with Felton and Willits after the game, so I’m a little later returning to the hotel than I would be otherwise. As I wait for the elevator to deliver me to the correct floor, I stick my hands in my pockets to wrap around the items I’m bringing with me. It’s a good thing my jacket is loose. In one pocket, I have a pair of cuffs and a travel bondage rig that I can put under the mattress. The other pocket has a cocksleeve and lube. The pocket of my trousers has a gift for my sweet omega. Something that is going to make him happier than all the orgasms tonight.
The hall is empty and silent as I walk down it. I use the card that Shively snuck me and open the door to his dark room. The bathroom light is on, illuminating the entryway. I don’t let the door slam but guide it shut until I can lock us in tightly.
Shively’s kneeling form can barely be made out through the deep shadows of the room. This simply won’t do tonight. After kicking off my shoes, I step into the room. Shively’s looking at me, naked, hands behind his back, cock beautifully decorated with his collar.
I’d thought that the chastity cages were hot, but nothing is as hot as this. To me, the collar feels like undeniable ownership. A cage is a cage, preventing orgasm and touch. I trust my omega to obey me. I know without a doubt that the only time he touches his dick is when I tell him he can or when he’s taking a shower, and it’s all business then.
