Chapter 43
MORGAN
“I should get you a leash,” I say, savoring the pleading look in Jamie’s eyes as I pull him through the glass walkway that joins the main building to the gym. A meticulously groomed Japanese courtyard surrounds the walkway, lined with bonsai and wooden bridges that flow with the landscape.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Jamie murmurs, I’m sure trying to distract himself from visions of me yanking his leash.
“This used to be just a stone pathway. I got sick of dealing with the rain, so I put up an awning. The wind proved troublesome, so I closed it in. But then I missed the sun, so I had the whole thing redone in glass. I used to say there was nothing more lovely than this view, but…” I turn, dragging my gaze down his body. The way his hair falls across his eyes makes it hard to not dig into him right here. But I’m having too much fun to stop now.
“…I’ve amended that opinion.”
His cheeks turn bright as he blushes.
I’d thought before that an omega would be too easy.Boring. Especially compared to the alphas I’m used to taming. But Jamie’s earnest obedience provides a new and compelling challenge. What I’ve already done to him would be enough to make an alpha beg ten times over.
I’m certain if I gave him the choice between cumming and eating my cunt again, he’d choose my cunt every time. And that’s novel. I have to think about what I can do with this.
The beast is sated for now, but she’s slowly unwinding, gathering steam as the suppressants wear off. A good, hard session at the gym will help me control that unwinding. And torment Jamie.
The facility is glass on two sides, all the better to take in the gorgeous garden view. Weights dominate the ground floor, machines arranged in my preferred sequence (and re-arranged as I desire), with cardio equipment in the back for warmup and cooldown. There’s a catwalk up above with more cardio equipment for when I want to do a longer session with a better view.
I tow Jamie to the back, past the massive spa shower to the gym closet. I flip through neatly folded piles of workout clothes, select a pair of particularly short shorts, and toss them at Jamie.
“As much as I’d love to watch you work out naked… I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Put these on.”
“That’s kind of you to share,” he says.
I laugh. “Oh, this is the guest closet. Mine’s over here.” I turn to the much larger set of doors and pull them open, skimming over workout gear for every sport, style, and season. “Do you swim?”
“I, uh… Icanswim.”
“I love how muddled you get without any blood in your brain,” I say, tousling his hair and earning another blush. “I’ll show you the pool anyway. Later.” I pull on a matching bra andlegging combo, highly compressive, then add a stabilizing belt. Today’s a good day for powerlifting.
Jamie looks absolutely delicious in those shorts. Especially with how they tent over that ever-throbbing cock.
I step over and press my palm against him, steadying him with a hand against his back so he doesn’t fall over. Fragile little thing.
“If this lasts longer than four hours, am I supposed to call a doctor?” I purr.
“I…” His eyes are dark pools, his tongue too thick for words.
“Hm, you’ll be fine.” I shrug and lead him back into the gym.
He follows my instructions to get on the treadmill, and as he finds his pace, I lean down so my head is at his level. He instinctively meets my gaze, ready for his next order.
“I want you to watch me. Got it? Extra credit for staring at my tits and ass. You like extra credit, don’t you?”
Jamie’s cheeks are so bright, I think flame might sprout from them. His muscles tense with the conflict, then his eyes drop to where my tits drape in front of him.
“Good boy,” I croon, savoring the arousal in his scent. “Keep it up.”
I step over to the weights, and the warm-up is second nature. I can see Jamie’s reflection through the mirror by the window, and his eyes find the small of my back.
The deadlift is my favorite: every muscle engaged to the max, just me and the weight. Perfect control in every millimeter. I set up a comfortable practice weight today—more reps is more of a show for Jamie. The disk-shaped weights lock onto either end of a steel bar, which starts on the ground.
I squat and grip the bar, glancing in the mirror to make sure Jamie’s eyes are on my ass.
“Good boy.”
