At the very most, I thought I’d tolerate the first time and hope it would get better. Not for a second did I think that seeing a dick like his with an extra accessory sticking out of it was going to feel good.
“Not like that,” Dasan says, and I watch him turn back and retrace his route back to the window. “She wasn’t that good, man. You can have her.”
My stomach rolls. Are they talking about a past lover? I chew the inside of my lip and try not to overthink. The key is, whoever they’re talking about, they’re in the past. But as I listen, my heart races and my mind screams that he’s going to get sick of my ass and want a girl again.
Wow. When did I become so insecure! That’s frustrating. I’ve never taken myself as insecure. Then again, I’m not sure I’ve ever let myself be as vulnerable as I’ve allowed myself to be with Dasan. I’ve never let myself truly be seen. I’venevergiven in to my desire to be dominated.
I’ve never felt that desire as loudly as I do with Dasan either. Not only is it far more consuming than it’s ever been, but it’s also come naturally. Like this is the role I’ve always been meant to play with the man I’ve always been meant to fulfill it for.
However, as Dasan continues talking about other people, my pulse quickens. Is he turned off by my insecurities? This can’t bewhat he signed up for, right? He has to want a strong, confident submissive.
I jump when Dasan’s fingers grip my chin and angle my face to his. His smile turns into a frown. “What’s wrong, omega?”
I’m not sure I have words, so I stare at him. Maybe in horror. In mortification. I can’t catch my breath. My god, why is he with me? I’m a mess of a person.
“Get up, Shiv,” he says quietly, and I scramble to my feet. He takes my leash and brings me into the bedroom. I watch as he undresses in front of me then climbs onto the bed. “Come here.”
I crawl up, and his hands are on me, moving me how he wants me, which is with my head at his hip and my legs up around his head. His fingers grip my hair, and he brings my mouth to his cock.
He’s not hard. Not really. Maybe he’s begun, but he’s still primarily soft.
“Take me in your mouth and calm down, omega. Catch your breath.”
I’veneverhad this kind of oral fixation before, but as soon as I bring him inside, I take a breath and rest my head on his thigh. I move forward a little more, taking more of him in my mouth so I have a good grasp on his cock like one of those long-nippled bottles that you feed orphaned animals with. That’s what I’m sucking now. Only… I think his dick is a little thicker than those nipples. It also has a mesmerizing piercing going through it.
My breathing settles, but my heart continues to race as I stare at him over his cock, along his torso. Dasan watches me, his fingers brushing through my hair on my forehead.
He doesn’t look upset with me nor disgusted. He’s just watching. Concerned, maybe. I snuggle a little closer.
“Get comfortable, Shiv,” he says quietly.
I adjust, bringing my leg over his chest. In this position, I can’t see his face anymore, but it allows me to get further into his pelvis more comfortably. I sigh and close my eyes.
Dasan’s fingers now run along my leg soothingly. His head is on my other thigh, which brings his face close to my crotch. I sigh again when I feel his lips periodically brush my skin.
He’s chosen me to be his omega.Me. I’m not perfect, but he still chose me. Right? My insecurities keep me from getting lost in the calm, soothing haze that suckling like this usually brings me. So many doubts cloud my mind that I can’t completely lose myself in this.
It takes a long time and a few short naps before I finally calm down. I doze in and out for a while, always suckling on his cock. This shouldn’t be as comforting as it is. I shouldn’t feel so completely relaxed and soothed by this. It’s weird. The world would say I’m fucking weird. And maybe sick.
After a while, the fatigue has been slept off, so I pull my leg off his chest, letting me see his face. Dasan smiles, and his fingers move back to my hair. “You feel better, omega?”
I nod.
“Come here.”
I don’t want to let go of his cock, but I do and crawl up his body. He brings my mouth to his, and I practically turn to goo as I sink into him. I love the way his fingers thread into my hair, pressing firmly against my scalp. His hard, hot body becomes flush against mine.
I’d spent the last hour or more entirely calm and sleepy, but everything inside me lights up brightly when he touches me like this.
“Tell me what happened earlier when I was on the phone.”
My shoulders tense. Okay, and now that light flickers because I’m going to have to tell him. Ido notcrave being punished for lying.
“I was apprehensive, thinking that maybe you might get tired of me and my insecurities,” I say quietly.
“Why were you thinking like that?”
“You were talking about past lovers, weren’t you?”
