It’s not like I can change the size, anyway. I was born with what I have.Isthere even such a thing as surgery to make a dick bigger when hard? How does one go about that?Hey, Doc. I’d like two more inches in my erection. Can you recommend a surgeon?
What am I even saying? My dick is fine!
I’m really fucking thankful when I hear the beep at the door. A sense of relief washes over me because with Dasan here, I won’t be stuck in my head with all these weird body issues that I’veneverhad before. I don’t even know why I have them now.
Dasan steps inside, and I swear I can see the weight that’s been on his shoulders for a few days. It’s almost visible. Something has been bothering him, but I don’t know what it is. He won’t tell me, and I’m not pushing because that’s not what a good sub does. That’s not a good omega.
His eyes meet mine when he steps inside, and my heart races when I see the small incline of his lips.My alpha.
I’m still not entirely sure what this whole alpha/omega thing is since we haven’t gotten around to reading one together. But out of all the things we’ve called each other over those weeks, I really love the way these two sound. They’re perfect. They feel right. I love the way he’s obsessively turned on when he calls me his omega, especially during sexy things.
“Hello, sweet omega,” Dasan says, his voice quiet and seductive. Fuck. That sounds good.
“Hi, Alpha,” I greet in return. It sounds breathless.
“I have food arriving. A celebratory meal.”
“I didn’t think you celebrate today,” I say.
Dasan shakes his head as he sits in the chair. My heart races because he hasn’t touched me yet. Why? I glance down at myself, wondering if he doesn’t like how I look today.
Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I even thinking this way?
It’s the distance he’s keeping right now. That’s what’s wrong. It’s feeding into this weird vulnerable moment that I don’t understand.
“I don’t,” Dasan says. “If I celebrate anything, it’s the National Day of Mourning, though calling it a celebration is a little misleading. It’s an acknowledgment more than anything.”
“I’m not familiar with that,” I admit.
He smiles as he nods his head, but it’s not a happy smile. “I’m not surprised. Unless you have a connection to the indigenous people of America, not many people have heard about it.”
I wince. “I’m sorry.”
Dasan shakes his head. “It’s not your fault. You shouldn’t be frowned upon because you haven’t been educated about it.”
I’m not sure if I’m just in a dark place, but I feel even worse now that I know Idon’tknow much about… Dasan. His culture. I look at him and know that he’s of indigenous descent. There’s no mistaking that. But what I know otherwise is hockey.
I’ve never asked.
“Where did you go just now?” Dasan asks.
My shoulders fall. “I realized that I don’t know anything about you, and I feel like an awful person because of it.”
He nods slowly, which makes my heart race. Fuck, is he upset with me now?
“Come closer,” he says. “Bring your pillow over here and kneel in front of me, omega.”
I do as I’m told. Dasan spreads his legs, so I take that as instruction to get really close. My knees are almost touching the chair he’s sitting in.
His fingers touch my jaw, and I stare into his dark eyes. “We mourn the loss of our ancestors, our land. The culture that was taken from us and that we still fight to preserve today. We mourn that our culture is commercialized, as if we’re a commodity and not a real people. It’s a day to educate and dispel myths about the Thanksgiving story. We try to raise awareness of the historical and ongoing struggles facing indigenous people in the US. It’s not surprising that it’s not well known because it challenges the lies that American kids are taught in school and raised to believe.”
“I didn’t know there was something else going on today,” I admit.
He nods. “I know. I can’t be mad at you or anyone for not knowing. You shouldn’t be punished and looked down upon simply because you don’t know.”
“For the record, Idoknow that the story we’re told in school is a half-truth. I guess… I guess I never looked for the whole truth.” Yep, I feel like a shitty person today.
Dasan studies me. He doesn’t answer as he looks into my eyes. “Are you comfortable on your knees, Shiv?”
