“Yes, Alpha. Have fun.”
“You too.”
The call ends, and I walk to my room so I can put away the clothes I’m wearing. When I pick up my phone again, there’s a new notification from the Submit app that reads:
Submit
No clothes until instructed otherwise
I grin and open the app so I can mark it as complete. The only thing I’ll wear today is my collar and my alpha when he gets here later.
CHAPTER 31
DASAN
I love these new apps.Caress specifically. I’m not sure when Shively finds the time to write all these journal entries, but it’s only been a handful of days and there are more than a dozen. His very first one was hesitant. While I’ve never seen anything he’s written besides his punishment paper, I could almost feel his hesitation in it.
We had a very long sex-a-thon in which I praised him nonstop, not only for his sexy little cum hole but also for his journal entry. I also lifted his orgasm denial and allowed him to come as often as the need arose.
I named him omega correctly. My man can come like a damn geyser on repeat. It’s lovely. Intoxicating. Addicting. While I continued to praise him, I also drove on and on, just to see how many times I could get him to come for me.
I’m pretty sure it’s in large part thanks to my piercing. It’s always lent me some sidekick assistance in sex, but with Shively, it’s almost exaggeratingly heightened. Add in a few toys here and there, and my man is a needy little mess in the sexiest fucking way.
There’s simply nothing better than seeing this man—who is all refined business and exact lines in everyday life—writhe,whine, and beg beneath me while I fuck him. The way little tears gather in the corners of his eyes. How his back arches. To see him covered in his own release until he’s practically made himself a sweater. It’s the hottest shit ever.
But that was just the first journal entry.
I realized back when I put our morning rituals into place that worship of that particular area for a couple hours truly has him seeing things a little differently. He’s not entirely self-conscious about physical features, but there are some that make him insecure.
It had surprised me when one of the first things he’d told me he was insecure about was his cock. I’ve now instated Omega Dick Worship Hour every week or so to make sure he understands how much I love his cock.
We recently enjoyed Omega Ass Worship Hour right before we left Kala when he shared that he didn’t like his ass. Granted, I might have concentrated on his hole a little more than necessary, but I think he got the point. His ass is a masterpiece.
However, since reading his journal entries, a more profound trust spans between us. Everything between us feels more… Stronger isn’t quite the word I’m looking for, though I think that’s accurate. Our relationship has flourished. Our bond is deeper.
Sometimes, we talk about things that he’s shared. Sometimes, we don’t. I will simply create a new rule or ritual in response so we can work on it together. Especially when it appears to be something that he’s struggling with.
Journaling has also made him more confident. I see that confidence bloom constantly, particularly when we’re home but also when we’re not. He has a safe space where he can share his emotions, his fears, his fantasies, his goals. All without judgment. With unwavering support.
I may have sucked him dry yesterday afternoon when he voiced his first want to me.Hiswant. When I asked him what he wanted, he answered with his very own want. The first journal entry I opened this morning on the bus had a new want in the first paragraph.
My man doesn’t learn from discipline. He learns and grows from positive reinforcement.
What’s surprised me in all his journal entries is how much he wants to take care of me. Some of the words are very lifestyle, so I know they’re things he learned at the meet-up. He wants to embrace the service sub role, so I let him bring me dinner the other night and clean up.
He was absolutely voracious after, loving that I let him do those things.
The comfort he’s found in our relationship after these few changes has been the best thing in the entire world. It also makes me realize that maybe we need to find a way to attend meet-ups more regularly, which can get tricky since we need to hide what we’re doing.
I adjust in the plane seat so I’m sitting sideways with my back against the window and my leg bent while I scroll to the next unread journal entry. I’m not worried about someone catching a peek at what I’m reading. There’s nothing at all in here that would be telling as to who wrote it. Neither our names nor hockey is mentioned at all. I’m Alpha, Shively is omega, and hockey is work. Simple as that.
However, I’m addicted to these little peeks into my omega’s mind. They’re pretty and personal, and it means everything to me that he trusts me with this.
We’re flying to Pittsburgh for a game tonight, so it’s relatively early. My team surrounds me, and I’m in clear view of Shively, especially sitting sideways in my seat like this.
The team is quiet for the most part, but I can tell when Willits gets bored since he pops his head over the back of my seat to look at me. “What’re you doing?”
“Reading,” I answer.
