“Good boy. Come put that cute little prick of yours to good use. I want something inside of me.”
Morgan lounges back on a pile of pillows, legs wide, and I settle obediently between them.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan, hips twitching.
“Don’t hold back,” she says with a slap to my ass.
I yelp and plunge into her with embarrassing eagerness. Even though I’m thrusting this time, Morgan is stillvery muchin charge.
She cradles my head and presses my mouth against herbreast, and I obediently latch on, raising a hand to massage the other.
“So eager to please,” Morgan purrs, and the sound goes straight to my cock.
She edges me, then a second time, and a third time. When I physically can’t stop myself from thrusting, she pulls me tight against her with an iron grip, trapping me there.
Her head tips back with pleasure as her inner muscles tighten, making doubly sure I won’t be going anywhere. She takes a shuddering breath and groans, the rhythmic contractions of her climax finally giving me release.
And it is true, spine-melting, mind-bending release. So, I think that means it’s getting towards the end of my heat. Or maybe locking has some of the same benefits as knotting—in retrospect, it makes sense that male omegas would have a kind of vestigial knot. Andfuck,it feels good when she squeezes around me…
Morgan’s hand slides into my hair, a deep purr rumbling under me as I rest against her chest. It keeps that glowy, tingly sensation of the afterglow going, offering a longer respite from my heat’s insatiable neediness.
When her inner muscles finally loosen, she slides me further up her chest and carries me to the shower, depositing me there.
She somehow found time to start thawing the water bottle with the collar’s key in the bathroom sink and to set out another outfit for me.
“I’m locking you in here,” she says. “Clean yourself well, clean that collar well. There’s leather soap on the counter. Be wearing it when you unlock this door. There’s a time-delay safe there for you to put the key in when you’re done. Pick a good passcode, and don’t forget it. Understood?”
If I hadn’t just cum so hard, my cock would be hardeningat those words. I might have a competence kink. Or just a Morgan kink.
“Yes, alpha.”
Her eyes flash. “Careful,” she warns, and she pulls the door shut.
Anxiety instantly prickles under my skin. On a visceral level, it feels wrong to be in a different room from her. As I dump the key out of the water bottle and unlock the collar, the anxiety tightens, churning in my stomach.
A chill ripples across my skin, leaving gooseflesh behind. I guess that makes sense—the bathroom is colder than the bed, and my blood is resettling. I step into the shower and crank the water all the way hot.
Yesterday I was burning up, but now I can’t stop shivering. Even the hottest water still feels lukewarm, so I rush through my shower, sure to scrub all the dirt and sweat away from my neck, then wash the collar as quickly as I can while still being thorough.
Waiting for it to finish drying is torture, so I pull out Morgan’s hair dryer—which looks more like a ray gun with its hollow-tube design. Even the hot air washing over my body isn’t enough to warm me up, but at least it dries the leather faster.
I set the safe’s code to Mom’s birthday because I’m too agitated to come up with anything better.
When I tighten the collar back into place and snap the padlock shut, the anxiety eases slightly.
Today’s outfit is flowing silk pants in a scarlet floral pattern with a crop sleeveless top and a jacket so short it’s basically just sleeves and a hood.
I’ve never worn a crop top before. But I like it.
Except for the part where I’m freezing, but I could probably be in a parka and it wouldn’t matter. Anywhere without Morgan feels frigid.
There’s still a chance she cranked the AC or I’m imagining things, so I try to not analyze the implications as I emerge from the bathroom. I also try to not sprint through the house, desperately searching for her, and I mostly succeed.
I follow her scent straight to the kitchen, and when the sight of her sends a wave of warmth through my body, I can no longer deny the effect she has on me.
Just a symptom of my heat, I assure myself.
“Took you long enough,” Morgan says with levity, but she looks as relieved as I feel.
