“Aurora,” I murmur, toeing off my shoes, then bending to remove my socks. “If you’re not naked before I am, I’m going to be very disappointed.”
She’s staring at my cock when I straighten again, her hands still unmoving.
“If you want my knot, then you need to obey, princess.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll pin you to the bed and make you watch while I pump my seed all over your face,” I tell her honestly.
“That sounds like a reward.”
I smile. “You’ll feel otherwise when I don’t let you finish, too.”
Her gaze smolders in response. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“I absolutely would, princess. Test me and find out.”
What I don’t clarify is that I would eventually coax an orgasm from her. And then I would keep her in a state of orgasmic bliss for hours until I felt she’d learned her lesson on obedience.
That’s part of the pleasure-pain process.
At some point, the climaxes feel so good that they’re almost agonizing. I can’t wait to introduce her to that sensation. It’s going to blow her fucking mind.
“What’s it going to be, Aurora?” I ask, my hand on the top of my pants as I begin to push down. “Are you going to be a goodgirl? Or are you going to be defiant and force me to teach you a different kind of lesson?”
She swallows, her gaze running over my body with interest.
I honestly have no idea which way this is going to go.
She could easily choose to misbehave, which is part of what makes this dynamic with her so exciting. Most omegas simply submit.
But not her.
She likes to challenge her pack. To make us work for the reward of her submission.
I’m happy to do whatever it takes to bring her to her knees.
Including following through on my threat.
“All right,” I murmur, pushing my pants down. “We’ll do this the hard way.”
I can see her nipples protruding from beneath her tank top.
She likes defying me.
Likes that she doesn’t know what’s about to happen.
“Remind me of your safe word, Ms. Bianchi.”
She frowns, and the expression is almost adorable. “You’re the one who gave it to me.”
“I know. I want to make sure you remember it.”
Her eyes return to that burning smolder as lightning flashes in her gaze. “Wasp.”
“Well, at least I know you were listening,” I say. “Now invite me into your nest.”
She considers me, then goes up onto her knees and pulls her tank top over her head.
