I realize how it sounds, how predatory I must seem, and immediately try to soften my approach.
“For research purposes,” I explain, falling back on the academic persona that’s served me well in business negotiations. “I’ve been collecting these for our future omega, but I’ve never had anyone test them to provide feedback on their effectiveness.”
It’s a flimsy excuse, and we both know it. But it gives her an out, a way to frame this as something other than my desperate attempt to see her pussy and fill her completely.
Her face flushes a deeper shade of pink, the color spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath the collar of her dress. I wonder how far down that blush extends. Does it reach her breasts? Her belly? The thought makes my cock twitch again.
“I don’t know,” she says, biting her lower lip. “I’ve never... I mean, I don’t really have much experience with...”
Her embarrassment is endearing, arousing in its innocence. But beneath it, I can see curiosity in the way her eyes keep drifting to the drawer, in how her breathing has quickened. Her nipples have hardened, pressing visibly against the fabric of her dress, and the scent of her slick grows stronger with each passing second.
She wants this as much as I do.
“You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable,” I assure her, though it kills me to say it. “I just thought, since you saw them anyway...”
She takes a deep breath, then meets my gaze directly. “Which one?”
For a moment, I’m too stunned to respond. I expected more resistance, more hesitation. Not this willing surrender that sends a jolt of pure lust straight to my groin.
“You’ll do it?” I confirm, needing to hear her say yes.
She nods, her cheeks still flushed but her gaze steady. “I’m curious too if they work. It’s just research, right?”
“Just research,” I agree, lying for both of us. There’s nothing professional about how desperately I want to see her squirt all over my bed.
I lead her to the drawer, my hand on the small of her back, guiding her closer to the display of toys. My eyes scan the collection, considering each option. The dildos would be too much for a first encounter. The vibrators too intense. The restraints... tempting, but not yet.
My gaze settles on a small velvet box tucked toward the back. Inside are two polished steel balls, gleaming and heavy, connected by a thin silicone string. Ben wa balls. They’re designed to be inserted and worn discreetly, providing a constant, teasing pressure that will make her horny beyond belief.
Perfect.
I imagine her wearing them for hours, feeling them shift inside her with every movement, growing wetter and more desperate as the day progresses. By the time she removes them, she’d be practically begging to be filled properly, to be knotted as she comes into my room in the middle of the night.
“These,” I decide, watching her reaction carefully as I pick up the box, turning it over in my hand.
Her brow furrows as she peers at the metallic spheres. “Oh, these?”
“Ben wa balls,” I explain, keeping my voice clinical, fighting against my raging need to bend her over right now. “They’re designed to be inserted vaginally and worn throughout the day.”
“Oh,” she breathes, her voice small, her scent spikes the air again.
“They’re particularly effective for omegas,” I continue, warming to my subject. “The constant stimulation mimics thepressure of an alpha’s knot so that you can get used to a knot inside of you for long periods of time.”
She reaches for the box, her fingers brushing mine as she takes it. “I could... try them and let you know,” she offers hesitantly. “For your research.”
I shake my head, already imagining my fingers sliding into her slick heat.
“I should insert them for you,” I growl, my voice dropping lower. “I need to make sure they’re inside properly. For me to learn.”
“Are you sure? Kieran would be furious if he knew,” she says, blinking nervously.
Kieran isn’t here. And what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
“He won’t know,” I assure her, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Unless you tell him.”
She doesn’t respond verbally, but the way she clutches the box tighter, the way her pupils dilate, and her scent getting stronger with desire is all the answer I need.
She wants this. She wants me.
