“Slowly. I want to enjoy the show.” I sat back, feeling the plug move with me.
Rhys swallowed and took off each item of clothing with deliberate, languid movements, watching me the entire time. The flush on his cheeks deepened as he ran his hand down his chest to his hard cock while flicking his nipple with the other.
Praise for his performance sat at the tip of my tongue, but that wasn’t part of the play. “Is that how you undress in front of fellow soldiers?” I refused to acknowledge his rank on purpose.
“No.” Rhys dropped the last article of clothing, his boxers, on the floor. Again, I noted his scars on the shoulder, ribs and thighs. This Alpha was full of stories I may never hear.
“Why?”
His eyes grew hooded. “They’re not worthy. But you are.” He lowered himself to all fours and crawled toward me, then nuzzled my knee.
“Good. I want you to show me how obedient you are.” I lifted the leather contraption I’d retrieved from the box before. “This harness goes around the heel and ankle.” I fitted a small, black dildo through the steel hoop and handed it to Rhys. “Attach it to the boot.”
“Yes, Master.” He licked his lips and with a squeak of leather, attached the strap on with the dildo pointing up from the tip of the boot. His panting breaths made his arousal clear, even if I wouldn’t see how his cock was dripping pre-cum as his eyes darted back to the toy.
“The only boots you’re allowed to lick are the ones I’m wearing.” My hatred for people in power bled through my words. “I’m the only one whose orders you’ll follow.”
“Yes. I will do anything you say. No one else matters.” Rhys said it with such conviction, I almost believed it.
It was too dangerous to trust what either of us said while pheromones ruled our bodies.
“Your ass is too tight. I want you to stretch it for me.” I tossed him the lube.
On reflex, he caught it mid-air. “Do you want to watch?”
I swallowed and grabbed a bottle of water for my parched throat. “Yes. Turn around and bend over.”
Rhys assumed the position with his ass in the air, drizzled lube on his hand, and looked at me over his shoulder. He reached behind himself and slid his fingers along his crack.
A tingling sensation spread from my abdomen to my cock, and I clenched around the plug. Rhys was so incredibly hot, he was rewiring my brain. I cursed my current state for not being able to play with his body properly, abuse his hole, tie him up again, and add a nice blush to his ass with a flogger. But then again, I would miss on the show Rhys was putting on for me.
He circled his opening with the pad of his finger, then slid the tip in. The moan that escaped him was needy, despite his voice being so low.
I took a healthy sip of my water. “Tell me how you feel now, presenting yourself for an omega like the bottom Alpha slut you are.”
“I feel small and weak because I want your attention so badly, even though I know I don’t deserve it.” He pushed a finger into himself, then moved it in and out with a squelch of the lube.
It was the most erotic view I’d ever seen. Until Rhys added a second digit and fucked his hole for me.
“You don’t. But I’m generous.” I ran a hand over my belly where cramps began to form again. “Come here and take a seat.” I pointed down at the strap.
Rhys crawled over to me wearing the neediest expression on his flushed face, then kneeling, positioned himself above the dildo. His hard-on bounced, the head glistening. I could smell his pre-cum, and my mouth watered. Later.
I couldn’t see the progression of the toy going into him, but imagining it was easy thanks to Rhys’s soft moans and the up and down movements of his hips. I thrust my toes up, driving the toy all the way.
Rhys’s surprised gasp ended in a string of curses. “Thank you, Master.”
“Now, take this.” I handed him a wand massager. “And attach it to my shin.”
The straps around my lower leg and the boot allowed the vibrator to rest securely against the base of Rhys’s cock.
I lifted the remote and traced my thumb over the buttons, watching the anticipation grow in Rhys’s gaze as he followed my movements.
“You can’t come,” I said and pressed on the lowest setting.
Rhys grunted, straining his body, putting it on display for me. He was built like a gladiator, all muscle and a few scars sprinkled under his ribs and shoulder. Would I ever find out where he got them?
“Keep your hands behind your back.”
