Saint drew in a breath, then let it out on a growl. It wasn’t at all the sort of sound I would have expected for an alpha captive to make, but it had my own dick standing at attention anyhow.
I leaned forward over him, adjusting so I could slam my mouth over his. He was so huge and I was small enough that it was a bit of a stretch to completely cover his body in any sort of menacing way. The kiss was fiery, though. I ravished his mouth, taking what I wanted. And after the sexual awakening he’d sparked during my heat, I wanted a lot.
I wanted more than kisses, though. I shimmied my way down his torso, kissing and licking and sucking when I got to his nipples. I felt every rush of my alpha’s arousal through our bond and every tightening of his muscles and sinew as I explored him. When I reached his groin, I avoided his balls and cock, kissing his thighs instead.
Then I pulled back and reached for the flogger again. I could tell from the bond that Saint was transported with pleasure, so when I brought the flails down over his chest and belly, cautiously, since I didn’t know what I was doing, but hard enough to be felt, he jolted and moaned.
“You like that?” I asked, grinning at the surprise and the pleasure I felt through our bond.
“I almost came,” Saint admitted in a tight voice.
I brought the flails down over him again, slightly harder, but really not much. “Oh, no,” I said. “You’re not allowed to do that until you’re inside me, alpha.”
Saint growled and pulled at the ropes keeping his hands up and spread to the sides.
“I see I’ve got a live one in you,” I said, tossing the flogger aside. “What am I going to do to keep you in line?”
I reached my hands up to his shoulders, and like I’d seen in some of the things I’d watched online to prep for the scene, Idragged my nails all the way down his torso from his shoulders to his groin, making sure to scrape over his nipples as I did.
Saint bucked and made a sound that was next door to ecstasy. He was so beautiful and so raw that I tossed all the other things I wanted to try with him out the window. We’d do it all some other time.
“I want what I captured you for, alpha,” I said breathlessly, reaching for the lube bottle. I held his cock up and dribbled a generous amount over his tip, then used my hand to spread it down over his length.
The sounds Saint made as I worked him and the desire I felt through our bond was so overwhelming that I was close to coming myself. I couldn’t wait a second longer. I climbed over him, straddling his hips and holding him so that I could lower myself until his tip pressed against my hole. I inched down just enough to feel him lodged there and ready to thrust, then I stopped.
“What do you say, alpha?” I asked, barely able to contain myself.
Saint groaned and pushed his hips up, but I wouldn’t let him enter me yet.
“What do you say?” I repeated more forcefully.
“Please,” he growled aggressively.
“Ah-ah,” I scolded him. “Ask nicely.”
“Please,” he said in a more neutral tone.
“Ask politely,” I teased him.
“Please, Master,” he ground out.
“Please what?” I asked.
Saint made a sound of surrender and said, “Please fuck yourself on my cock, Master.”
Part of me wanted to tease him some more, but part of me couldn’t wait a second longer.
“That’s more like it,” I said, then pushed down on him.
The stretch as I worked him past my circle of muscle felt so much bigger than it had when I was in heat. Non-heat sex was entirely different from heat sex, more like when two beta men had sex, but it was still so incredibly awesome. I’d cleaned up at school without anyone noticing, so I was able to really go for it now.
And go for it I did. As soon as I’d loosened up and worked Saint in deeper and deeper, I planted my hands on his shoulders, arched my back up, and used every muscle in my thighs and abdomen to move on him with abandon. It wasn’t in the same category as heat sex, but with the bond it was still so, so good.
I jerked on him, taking full control as all Saint could do was lie there spread open, thrusting up as much as he could while I took what I wanted from him. I stroked my cock as much as I could with one hand, and when I felt my orgasm racing at me, I let out a loud cry of satisfaction.
I felt Saint start to come through our bond as his attempts to thrust into me increased. It was hot and wild and so sexy, especially since Saint couldn’t see a thing through his blindfold. Through the bond, I felt his catharsis at being completely out of control as we fucked. It touched him deeply, and I sensed they were all new feelings for him.
As the headiness of the moment softened into the afterglow, I moved off of my alpha and quickly worked to untie his wrists so he could embrace me. He pulled his feet out of those bonds easily, then rolled to his side with me in his arms, pulling off his blindfold as he did.
