“If I’m so annoying, why don’t you just let me go?” The first thing he said to me confirmed his self-preservation was near non-existent.
“So you can run barefoot into the woods and have someone else snatch you? Nah, I’d rather keep you for myself.”
He wriggled under me, and my cock responded in kind, hardening between his ass cheeks.
He grimaced. “Then just fuck me and let me go.”
I ground my hips. Fucking him would be easy, and with my cerebral monitor turned off, I could do anything to him without repercussions. But that wasn’t my plan.
“Is that what you want? My cock in you for the rest of the night? Wrenching orgasms from both of us until we’re sore?” I traced his pulsing jugular with my nose, needing to roll my whole body in his scent. “You begging me for more—to fuck you harder and faster until you pass out?”
His whimper was quiet. “Not really.”
“Up.” I swatted his ass and pulled him to his feet. He pouted, but didn’t struggle this time as I plopped him on the chair and bound his wrists with zip ties behind his back.
“Why me? Was I the first omega you found out there?”
“Yes. But I was looking for you.” I pulled his stilettos out of my backpack and dangled them in front of him.
He grimaced. “Where did you get those?”
“You ran like your ass was on fire, bumped into me in the lobby, and the Alpha chasing you dropped them.”
“And you thought I was easy prey cause you could follow my scent… after sniffing my sandals.” He smirked, lifting his eyebrows.
The laughter that burst out of me startled him, but he quickly reverted back to his snarky twink mode.
“Yes.” I leaned forward, letting his sweetness invade my nose. “I’m looking for something very specific for tonight, and a feisty omega is a good start.”
He went pale. “What—what do you want?”
I kneeled in front of him to level my face to his and steeled myself to ask for something I’d never had before.
“Will you fuck me?” Might as well be direct. This might be my only chance to experience my fantasies, and we would only get this one night.
“Huh?” His jaw went slack, and his eyes bounced around the room as he was processing it all. Or looking for a hidden camera.
With a sigh, I pulled out a chair and sat in front of him. “What’s your name?”
“Sol.” He thrust his chin up and met my gaze. Fuck, how I loved his fire.
“Is that your real name?”
He bristled. “Yes. Fu—fiddlesticks. I shouldn’t have told you.”
I contained my smile at his censored cursing. He must be from a wealthy home where using brash language was discouraged. If so, why would he be here? Well, that was none of my business. “I’m Rhys, and I’d like whatever happens in this room to stay between us. How’s that?”
“Depends on what you do to me. Or… wait. You were joking, right? What do you want exactly?”
I leaned closer until I felt his breath on my face. “I want you to fuck me.” Speaking slowly, I enunciated every word with utmost seriousness. “Abuse me, insult me, spank me, and make use of my body all night.” I watched his lips part on a ragged exhale as the scent of his arousal spiced the air between us.
He shook his head. “You’re insane.”
“I’ll pay you.” I turned my phone to show him the amount ready for transfer. “Once you give me your details, the credits will go into your account.”
His chewing on his bottom lip was a good sign. He was considering it.
“This is just the half upfront. I’ll send you the rest before nine tomorrow morning,” I said, willing to blow my savings on this night.
