Just full-bodied and quiet, pressing my chest to his, soaking in the warmth he offered without hesitation.
Charlie responded instantly, rising to meet me with the same quiet hunger.
No hesitation. No fear. Just need. And the kind of closeness that didn’t ask for permission.
I pulled back, too soon for my liking. But if I didn’t stop, I’d likely keep pushing limits that we had yet to talk about.
I grabbed Charlie’s hand, and he easily followed me to the bedroom. It was different than all the times before that I’d led him before. This time he followed because he wanted to do so.
I had him sit on the bed before I knelt before him once again. Thankfully, he was still soft, making it easy to slip the cage around him and secure it so it wouldn’t fall.
“Although I would thoroughly enjoy seeing you walk around the house naked,” I stood, watching his face as I spoke the words. “Clothes would be the best option right now. We shouldn’t test the limits I don’t want to cross today.”
“What limits, Sir?” Charlie stood, but didn’t walk towards the closet yet. His eyes were on the cage, testing its weight against him as he shifted a bit.
“The limits where I give you so much pleasure you won’t know what to do.”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before clamping it closed and heading to the closet.
Chapter 38
Charlie
Each step I took, the cage shifted just enough to remind me that it was there. Not in an annoying way, exactly. But like an accessory.
It was easy to ignore as I sat on the floor near Vincent’s feet. I leaned more into his leg than the couch behind me. His hand was in my hair, and I just basked in the moment.
I was slightly tired, surprised by the attention from the Alpha. Surprised by the blow job, mostly.
It had been mind-blowing.
I could now understand why clients like them so much.
Now, my body was limp and more than ready for a nap. It was hard enough to keep my eyes open as it was. Although, really, nothing was forcing me to keep them open. Vincent wasn’t requiring me to stay awake.
With his hand in my hair, I leaned a bit more heavily against his leg, just soaking up every touch he offered me.
If he wasn’t careful, I was going to start growing to like his kind touches more.
“What color are you, Charlie?”
White,I thought. But then I remembered what he was asking. “Green, Sir.” Very much so.
It was hard to imagine that just a month ago, I feared this Alpha. Feared all Alphas, at that.
I never expected to enjoy kneeling at the feet of a high powerful man. I never expected towantto be right where I was, either.
I liked it here with Vincent. I liked his home, even though it lacked personal touches and felt like no one was ever home. But, I was starting to like that, too.
Because no one needed a bunch of stuff to find a place to call home.
And home was wherever Vincent was.
“Sir?” I tilted my head to look up at him better. “Why do you want me?”
There were a lot of other Omegas who could, and would be, a good match for Vincent. I didn’t want him to pick any of them, now that I was here in his home and treated so kindly. But he could have so easily left me to rot in that place without a second glance.
My shoulder slightly throbbed. I remembered the mark that would forever mark me there. I hated it, wishing it were Vincent’s claim. But I guess, in a way, it could be.
