Had I forgotten my place that easily? Had I forgotten what I was, and who I belonged to for the time being?
“No, Sir.” I blinked, trying to recall if I’ve ever heard that word before.
Over the years, I’ve learned and picked up a ray of vocabulary that was used by clients. Some of it was taught in our teachings, some from what other Omegas shared, and some from clients themselves. But that word didn’t sound familiar.
Alpha Harris’s eyes lit up a little in a way I couldn’t explain. It was a mix of enjoyment at my lack of knowledge and respect, maybe. No. not respect, but something close.
“Cockwarming is where you hold my penis in your mouth. No sucking, no licking. You simply hold it, letting me rest against your tongue.”
I blinked, trying to process his words. Wasn’t that the same as giving an Alpha head? Or a blow job?
“Yes, Sir.” I looked up at him through lowered lashes, the words soft but certain.
I could do that.
He held my gaze for a moment longer than necessary, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes.
Then, without a word, he shifted enough to reach for the zipper.
The air between us thickened, not with urgency, but with intent.
Every movement was deliberate. Every silence, a choice
I shuffled on my knees closer to him, his legs on either side of me, as if he were caging me in. I didn’t feel trapped as both of his hands found my head, cradling my face in his palms.
I didn’t resist. Not because I was afraid. Because I was tired of bracing. Tired of calculating every breath, every glance, every movement.
So I let go just enough to feel the difference.
My body softened, no longer held in that quiet tension I’d worn for years. I leaned into the moment, into him, into the silence that didn’t demand anything from me.
Alpha Harris’s touch was steady, not possessive. His presence didn’t press—it waited. And I gave in. Not to him, but to the stillness. Gave in to the idea that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have to earn every second of peace.
For once, I let it come to me.
“You’re beautiful, Charles.” I blushed, even though it wasn’t the first time I had been told that. It was, though, quite possibly, the first time I wanted to believethat I was. I wanted to be pretty, to be desirable by this Alpha, if only for a moment.
His touch was gentle, one hand on my cheek and the other atop my head, guiding me to his crotch.
My eyes took in his trimmed hair, neat and tidy. The cedar body wash he used was strong, but so much better than the sweat and pee smell so many clients always had.
Opening my mouth, I let the weight of his penis settle against my tongue like a piece of candy. My tongue cradled underneath him, and I let out a sigh before breathing in again.
“Perfect. Just like that. Just hold me. Ignore it if I get hard.”
Ignore it?That was…odd.
Since I couldn’t speak, as I assumed he didn’t want me to anyways, I shuffled into a better kneeling position, keeping him in my mouth. My lips wrapped around the spot where his dick met the rest of his pelvis, nose pressed against his pubes.
And, he didn’t get hard. Not for a while, at least.
Alpha Harris turned on the TV, some news station that I couldn’t care less about. The volume was more than background noise, but my focus was on the man. His hand never left my scalp, easily reminding me that he was there, in control of everything.
Within minutes, my breathing leveled out and my eyes shut. My hands were held loosely against my thighs and I simply breathed.
Simply existed.
Chapter 10
