“Sort of. When I agreed to that deal with you, I thought my calculations were wrong. That I wouldn’t go into heat and—” I buried my face in my hands. “I’m sorry.”
“I can’t even imagine what I’d do if I were you. Your plan and your determination tell me how brave you are.” His voice was steady and calm, far from the anger or disappointment I’d expected. “You can trust me, Sol. You don’t have to lie to me anymore about anything, okay?”
I nodded. “I’m not used to that.” Meeting his deep brown gaze, I cupped his stubbled cheek. “When I’m so close to you now, I feel a need like during heat but different.” I stroked my lowerbelly, then cupped my erection through my pants. “Like I’m not out of my mind with lust but not in pain and…I want orgasms with you.”
Rhys slid to his knees on the floor and propped his chin on my knee. “Let me suck your dick, my Sunshine.”
Relief flooded me. I didn’t deserve this man. “Only a little.” I lifted the loose dress shirt I snatched from Rhys’s closet and parted my legs, inviting him between them. My Alpha licked along the inside of my thigh and buried his face in my groin, inhaling deep.
“I love your scent. It’s less intense now but still divine.” He flicked his tongue over my balls, then placed kisses on my sac and my dick until he reached the head. He wrapped his lips around the crown and looked up at me as if seeking permission that I’d already given.
“You’re such a slut for my omega cock.” I gripped his short hair and directed him to suck me off. His eyes glazed over and a happy expression took over his face. He bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks like he was born to serve my small dick. The heat of his mouth and a week of no orgasms brought me close to the edge too soon.
“Stop, stop.” I pulled him off me by the hair, then slid my thumb between his lips. He latched onto it as if it were my dick, not helping my situation. Could I come from looking at him like this? I didn’t want to find out now. I retreated my thumb and traced his saliva over his bottom lip.
Rhys sat back on his heels, grinning like a cat that had got the cream.
He was gorgeous, but when kneeling in front of me with a lust-filled look, he was the Alpha of my dreams—strong but devoted to his omega.
I slid my bare foot between his legs and flicked his locked cock with my toes.
He sucked in a breath and released it on a long and breathy “fuck.”
I took off the delicate chain that was around my neck and dangled the key at the end of it. “Stand up.”
He pulled to his feet with grace. Wearing only black shorts and a T-shirt, Rhys looked at me with adoration all over his face, as if I were dressed in my best outfit and he were about to take me to a ball.
Through the thin fabric, I danced my fingers over the chastity device he’d put on himself. I had been sleeping clutching the key throughout the recovery period. It had been the only item he’d touched that I could stand holding in my hand. It had brought me comfort in a weird way. “How did it feel having your cock locked for a week?”
“Like I still belonged to you, even though you couldn’t be in the same room with me for more than a moment. Like I was still your servant and worthy of your attention.” The sincerity in his tone hit me with a confirmation that I wasn’t alone in this pond of lust and intense connection we swam in.
I lowered his shorts and slid the key into the lock. With a soft click and gentle slide, I released his dick from the cage and watched it thicken in record time. My mouth watered, but I had other plans.
“We had sex in so many places in the house. I want something new today.” I need to have you everywhere on your land before I say goodbye.
“We had fresh hay delivered this morning. The omegas taking care of the horses left for the day.” Rhys could read me so well by now.
I took his hand and grinned. “Let’s go.”
“Do you want to see the horses first or—?”
“I need you naked on the hay.”
We ran out of the house like teenagers, laughing as the sun hit our faces, and the gentle wind ruffled our hair.
Rhys pushed the barn door open and left it ajar, letting in the sunlight. It was a lot neater than I’d expected. We passed leather implements, few of which I recognized when I’d seen them used on me or other omegas at parties, including a riding crop. The other ones I’d love to use on Rhys, but not today. Would I ever?
“Strip,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the wall that gave me too many ideas.
Rhys took off his clothes and hung them on a hook nailed to a pillar.
I approached him slowly, watching his chest rise and fall, and his abs flex. I tapped his hard-on with the back of my palm. He grunted but remained in place.
“Pull yourself together. Your useless dick is leaking. I think you should to be flogged for that. I could deliver a blow for every time an Alpha touched me against my will, or forced me to do something I didn’t want to.” Would painting my misery on him in red welts heal me? I had no way of knowing.
“Yes, please. I don’t deserve your mercy, Master.”
“Today, you do. Because I want to—” make love to you, “take you like this. On the hay.” I pointed to the neatly laid-out bales. “There.”
