Showered and thankful I prepared my ass in advance in hopes my plan would work, I dried off and stepped onto the thick carpet of the hotel room.
Sol was inspecting implements on the rolling tables around the bed—the things I’d ordered ready for the night. The hotel had charged a hefty price for this service, but it was worth every penny.
“On your back.” The sharp command in Sol’s high, lilty voice snapped me to attention.
Full of excitement, I obeyed, splaying myself on the bed.
He danced his fingers from my thigh down my leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You’ll wait here, but I want to be sure you won’t follow me to the bathroom.”
The sound of a handcuff snapping over my ankle startled me. “What are you doing?”
“Who do you belong to tonight?” Sol’s chin was high, his back straight, but his lips trembled as he waited for my answer. He took the role seriously. Either he was a natural, or he needed the money that badly. Probably both.
I swallowed. Fuck, I could blow now. “You. I’m yours.” Maintaining eye contact with Sol, I posed like a Vitruvian Man so he could handcuff my other leg and wrists to the bedposts. He did so with sure movements, trapping me in a predicament of my own making.
Fear coiled in my stomach, mixing with a fresh wave of arousal. Maybe I was naïve in trusting him, but I’d been dreaming of a night like this for so long, I was more than willing to take risks. Besides, the repercussions for an omega killing an Alpha were great, and Sol had too strong a will to live to do something that stupid. Even taking my money and not keeping his side of the bargain would get him in serious trouble.
“There.” Sol patted my ankle. “You’ll be thinking of what I’ll do to you when I’m back. Now, I’m off to shower.”
“Wait. I won’t be able to jack off. Prepare.” I pulled on the handcuffs around my wrists. Despite my dream scenario coming true, I was not prepared for how terrifying it would feel to be so helpless.
“Exactly. You have no say.” With a sexy smirk, Sol pivoted on his heel.
Listening to the sounds of running water and soft clattering in the bathroom while I was unable to move was sheer torture, amping up my anticipation to frenzied levels.
And that was the thing—I had no idea what that would be.
The eagerness with which Sol had accepted the money suggested he was ready to do anything to get the second half in the morning. This was my chance to beg for the filthiest and most depraved things in the eyes of my society and get my wish. Even if only once in my life.
After what felt like an hour, Sol strutted out of the bathroom, his golden locks damp and shiny, his naked body clean and smelling of the most delicious candy-like perfume. No…it was his natural scent.
Excitement flowed through me as Sol stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing me and twirling a lock of his hair in his fingers.
“Is everything okay?” I asked. Had he changed his mind?
“Yes, I’m just going over the things that have been done to me, deciding what I should incorporate.” He paused on my half-hard dick. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Fuck. What the hell had he gone through?
“You read my list. I want the pain.” I pulled on my restraints and jerked my hips up. “But if that’s not your thing, then fuck me like the best sex you’ve had. Like how you want to be fucked.”
“Which one? Cause they sure are not the same.” He lifted a brow, then walked over to the table and poured a glass of water from a pitcher. He downed it, then did the same with another.
“The second one.”
He chewed on his bottom lip. “Maybe I should hurt you, treat you the way a privileged Alpha deserves.”
I released a shuddered breath. “Yes, please.”
“Hmm.” He tilted his head, taking in my body as if I were an object. He caressed his nipple, then slid his hand lower in a sensual movement that made my hard-on spring up. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and when he grabbed his cock to tug it, I opened my mouth in the hope I’d get to taste the sweet precum I smelled in the air.
“You’re so smooth,” I said. His hairless body gave an athlete’s vibe, a swimmer’s maybe—slim but strong, determined to win.
“I had laser treatment when I was a teenager. Do you like it?” He danced his fingers over his pubic mound, then up his chest.
My mouth watered at the thought of sucking his nipples until they became red and swollen, Sol holding me by my hair, pulling when he wanted me to stop. He must know he was teasing me.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t mind either way. You’re the most gorgeous omega I’ve ever seen and hair has little to do with it.”
