“Well, on the one hand, I totally just bred my omega, so I feel like I got to live out my kink a little more thoroughly than I intended.”
“I’m really going to need an omega education,” I say.
He grins. “On the other, I think we didn’t have a conversation about no condoms either. For the record, I haven’t had sex without a condom in years and certainly not since my last physical earlier this summer.”
I nod. “Same.”
“We’ll get tested this week though. Just for a clear bill of health. Okay?”
I nod again. “Okay, Alpha.”
Dasan groans, and his body comes back down on mine. “God, you’re going to keep me fucking hard just by saying that word. Sweet, lovely, perfect omega.”
And I’m going to become a puddle under him if he keeps saying all these wonderful things to me.
With a heavy sigh, Dasan pushes himself up. “Don’t move, omega. I’m going to get rid of the rubber mess and turn the shower on.” He kisses my cheek and leaves me on the bed.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to feel this for days. The perfect kind of sex with Dasan. The kind that keeps giving.
Dasan is back in a minute, gently coaxing me from the bed. “Good news. It looks like the condom is in one piece, so there are likely no remnants in your sweet breeding hole.”
I give him a dubious look which makes him grin. With his arm around my waist, we head into the bathroom. Dasan washes me thoroughly, gently, and so damn attentively. All the while, he tells me how well I took his dick. How much he loved breeding me. How he can’t wait to do it again.
By the time the shower is over, my cock is hard as fuck and ready for more. I glare at it because this isn’t the dick of a forty-two-year-old man. Itshould notbe ready for another round already.
Dasan loves my dick hard. “You truly are my omega,” he murmurs, touching my cock gently. “You know what? Instead of a chastity cage today, I have a different game we’re going to play.”
Oh no.
“You’re going to stay hard for me all day, omega. All. Day. When I get home, I’m going to teach you how to put a condom on my cock to accommodate for the movement of my piercing, then I’m going to breed you all night while you continuously come on my dick.”
He grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his. This is going to be torture.
“Be prepared to send me picture evidence of your hard dick when I demand it, omega. Failure to do so within one minute of receiving my text will result in punishment. Am I clear?”
“What’s the punishment?” I ask.
“I’ll be thinking about that at the gym, but you don’t want to be punished, do you?” he asks, and I’m already shaking my head. Fuck no, I don’t. “You want to be my good omega, right?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He groans. “God, this kink is going to get out of control.” He kisses me and pulls away. “Have your phone on you, Shiv.”
I watch as he leaves me standing in the bathroom, hard and dripping.
Fuck. Me.
CHAPTER 15
DASAN
I’d intendedto go back to Shively’s house after weights, but he said he had house chores and honestly, so do I. I’ve put off everything since we began seeing each other more regularly. The idea of leading him around the house in a cock collar and leash is tempting, but I know we both need time to handle business that needs to be taken care of.
Which is what finds me in my guest bathroom leaning over the side of the tub as I gently scrub my pads with a soft bristled brush, using dish soap to break through the sweat and oils from my skin and oxy detergent to get rid of the smell.
It’s a necessary chore that comes with playing hockey. I try to give my pads a thorough washing multiple times a month—once a week, at least. Every hockey player has multiple sets, but we also have our favorite. Whether they’re our favorite because we have a superstitious belief that we win when we wear them or they’re properly broken in or maybe something else, weallhave a favorite set.
Which I find amusing since all three pairs of my gloves are identical, yet I like the ones I’m washing now best. Sometimes, I wonder if I threw them in a bucket and swished it around, could I find my favorite set on sight? When I put them on?
