“It shouldn’t take more than a day to shift all these boxes over to mine,” Saint said as he crossed my apartment’s main room, looking at the piles of boxes I’d been packing for the last week. He didn’t see me quietly approaching him. “Fenn said he’d help, and we could?—”
Saint stopped when he turned around to see me right behind him.
I moved fast, mostly so I would go through with the little scene I’d had planned without laughing than for any shock value. I grabbed one of Saint’s hands, then pivoted to stand behind him, turning him and grabbing his other hand so I could use the rope to tie them behind his back.
“I’ve got you now, alpha,” I said in my wickedest voice. “You thought you were coming here to move some boxes, but you’re going to be moving a lot more than that.”
“What the heck?” Saint laughed. He didn’t try to pull his hands out of my really weak bondage, though.
“Move!” I told him, planting a hand in the middle of his back and pushing him on to my bedroom. “I kidnapped you for a reason, and you’re going to give me what I want.”
“Oh no! Don’t hurt me!” Saint said, playing along a little bit, but mostly laughing.
I’d planned the scene with a little help from the internet, but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I just knew that I’d had so much fun in the garage with Saint that night that I wanted to explore things a bit more. But I wanted to explore it from my end as much as from his.
“Strip!” I ordered him once we were in the bedroom with the door closed.
Saint twisted to look at me, cleared his throat, and moved his hands behind him.
“Oh, right,” I said, breaking character slightly so I could jump forward and untie the knots that I’d just made.
Once he was free, I stepped back to the bureau, where the brand-new flogger with knotted ends that I’d bought online waited. I picked it up and dragged it through my hand.
“Nowstrip,” I ordered him. “And I want a show.”
Saint’s mouth twitched, then he put on a serious face and said, “Yes, Master.”
That sent a serious thrill through my gut. It continued to pulse and grow as Saint slowly pulled his shirt off over his head, then reached for the fastenings of his trousers. He definitely got into the part, peeling out of his clothes and showing off his body as each bit of it was revealed.
“That’s more like it,” I said hoarsely, my hole twitching and getting all kinds of wet as I marched closer to him. “That’s definitely more like it.”
He stood tall and firm by the side of my bed, his cock growing harder by the second. Once I was right in front of him, I ran my hand down his broad chest, causing him to suck in a breath, especially when I reached his balls and played with them a little.
“Yes, I like what I see,” I said, drawing my hand up his cock and causing a bead of precum to appear at the tip. “I picked the right alpha to snatch.”
I wasn’t entirely certain what to do with the flogger, but I flicked it so the tails draped over his shoulder, then dragged it down over his chest. It didn’t quite have the effect I was looking for, but I could feel the arousal from Saint anyhow. Arousal and a bit of surprise and curiosity.
“Do you know how to use that?” he asked.
“Nope,” I answered honestly.
He grinned. “I’ll teach you,” he said. “Later.”
That sent all sorts of energy bouncing around inside me. It also made me wonder if Saint had ever been the sub in a scene he played.
No, I didn’t wonder. I just somehow knew he’d never been the plaything before. I’d been the only one to turn the tables on him.
“Get on the bed,” I ordered him, pointing to it with the flogger. “On your back so I can ride that thick cock of yours.”
I felt excitement pulse through our bond as Saint moved to do as I said. Once he was on his back, I grabbed the rope and some more that I had on my bedside table and proceeded to tie his wrists to the corners of my headboard and his ankles to the baseboard, spreading him helplessly. Or, at least, pseudo-helplessly. He was more than strong enough to break free if he wanted to.
Once that was done, I zipped to the side to grab the strip of lavender silk he’d used as a mask at the omega auction so I could wrap it around his head. The difference this time was that I’d added another small strip of silk over the eye holes, turning it from a mask into a blindfold. That had Saint sucking in a breath, his heart beating faster, which I could tell when I placed my hand on his chest. His cock went fully rigid in anticipation.
“I’ve got you right where I want you, alpha,” I said, scrambling off the bed and hurrying to get out of my clothes. “And now you’re going to give me everything I want.”
I grabbed a bottle of lube from my bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and kneeling between Saint’s spread legs. I might not need the lube at the rate I was going, but I wasn’t in heat, so better safe than sorry.
“I kidnapped you because you’re the biggest, hottest, strongest alpha I could find, and I won’t settle for anything but the best when it comes to putting a baby in me,” I said.
