I nod.
“You’re not feeling sore?”
I shake my head. “No, Alpha.”
“You are to tell me if you are ever sore or stiff. Am I clear?”
I nod again. “Yes.”
“Good. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”
My eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean?”
“You looked upset when I walked into the room. Tell me why.”
I blow out a breath, letting the air puff out my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I was feeling self-conscious.” My words are quiet. My cheeks burn.
Dasan frowns. “About what?”
Swallowing, I glance down for a second. “My body.”
He sighs and leans back. “Come here. Climb on my lap. Straddle me.”
I do as I’m told. Dasan’s hands grip my ass cheeks, and he pulls me closer. My breath catches.
“Do you know why I expect and keep you naked in my presence?” he asks.
“Power exchange?” I answer.
He shrugs one shoulder, nodding. “Yes, there’s that, but that hadn’t been my first thought. Keeping you on your knees, keeping your cock locked up, breeding your sweet, slutty hole until I’m satisfied, regardless of whether you’re finished or not,notallowing you to orgasm—all of those are sufficient forms of power exchange.”
“Oh.”
“I keep you naked so I can look at your body any time I want. Iloveyour body, Shiv. You’re sexy as fuck. Every last inch of you is sexy as fuck. I love everything about you. I’d never change a thing if asked.”
My inhale struggles, though I’m not sure why. I glance down at my body. My stomach specifically. “Really?” I ask, trying to keep the doubt from my voice.
Dasan releases me and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his sexy fucking chest and stomach. He touches my stomach, making my heart nearly beat out of my chest when he follows the line where my skin rolls. Then he pulls my hand to his stomach, dragging my hand across it.
“Stop, Shiv,” he says quietly. “Look at me. Look at where your hand is.”
My eyes drop obediently, and I follow the progress of my fingers across his stomach. I love his stomach. So smooth. So sexy.
“You’re only seeing what youthinkyou’re seeing. Not what’s actually there, Shiv,” he says, voice still quiet. “Look at my stomach. Look at the lines your fingers are touching right now.”
It takes me a minute, and then… I see that his skin folds like mine. Maybe not as much, but it still folds. My eyes flick up to his. He’s watching me.
“That’s just how the body works. I think you know that though, don’t you?”
Now that he points it out… yes. I do know that. Seriously, what’s wrong with me today?
“There’s nothing wrong with your body, omega. You’re beautiful. All of you.”
“My dick is okay?” I blurt before I realize the words have come out of my mouth. And now I want to crawl under the bed.
Dasan continues to look at me. He doesn’t look at my dick but keeps my gaze trapped in his. I’m going to melt. I’m going to die from embarrassment.
His hand wraps around my cock, making me jump, but I immediately harden under his touch. My breathing becomes ragged almost right away. My skin still feels hot, though. I’m still mortified by my question and even more concerned with the answer.
