Page 4 of Lying Lainey

If I thought I could have talked Zarin into finger-fucking me right there at that table, I would have let him. However, that was the real me, the thrill seeker, looking to see just how far we could go before getting caught. Unfortunately, that wasn’t who the timid Emmalina was, and that’s who needed to be in control of this moment.

I took all of him in my mouth, humming as I licked and sucked, giving all the enthusiasm I could so this man believed it all. The sounds of my efforts filled the limousine as Zarin moaned, clutching at the seat beneath him to keep from interfering. “Fuck, that feels so good, petal. You just wait… I’m going to eat you raw, then fuck that pussy of yours, filling you with my cum as I knot your ass to me.”

Disregarding all the things that were wrong about that whole visual picture, I moaned, lifting my head from his cock. “Yes, darling, keep talking dirty to me. I want to know everything you have planned for us tonight.”

“Yeah? You like it when I tell you you’re a naughty girl? Well, get that naughty mouth back on my cock so I can fuck your mouth,” Zarin ordered, his Alpha side coming out swinging.

Knowing I needed to do as he said, I swallowed him and let my jaw go soft, allowing him to fuck my face the way he wanted. With a grip on my wig, he used it to control how deep I was taking him. When he shoved my face down so my nose was pressed to his skin, I’d never been more thankful for a man with a manageable dick. Don’t get me wrong, I can deep throat like a motherfucking champ, but it was on my terms, not theirs. It was easy to tell how erratic he was thrusting that this would all be over soon enough, so I didn’t fight him or argue. I just took it.

Thankfully, he let me back off as I felt the knot at the back of his cock starting to swell. Gripping it with both hands, I squeezed tightly as he came, giving him that feeling of being knotted in an Omega. This was the second reason Alphas preferred Omegas over Betas because Omegas were built to take an Alpha’s knot. They could accommodate the base swelling two to three times the size of the rest of the dick as it essentially locked them together. The purpose of this was to ensure that the Alpha’s cum wouldn’t leak out and raise the chances of the Omega becoming pregnant. The thing was, Omegas only get pregnant during a heat or mating cycle that happens twice a year.

When an Omega goes into heat, they become mindless sex addicts driven by instinct and the need to be bred. The first heat an Omega goes through is the worst, and it was a moment I never wanted to think about. It was buried in the past, along with the rest of my pain to be forgotten.

Thanks to the suppressants, I controlled when it happened and with whom it happened. I only allowed myself to have one heat a year. I learned the hard way if I skipped them both, there was a chance the suppressants would stop working, and I’d be fucked—literally. To an Alpha, an Omega in heat is like drugs to a junkie. So if I spontaneously went into heat, there was no controlling how things would go down. Not to mention if it happened around an Alpha who wasn’t disciplined enough to keep control of his response, it could be awful for the Omega.

This is why as soon as this job was over, I’d ensured I had some time off to deal with my heat before starting the next job. Reminding myself of that fact explained why I was so fucking turned on right now. Zarin wasn’t my type, nor did his cock do much for me, but goddamn if I didn’t lick it clean after he came down my throat.

He grabbed my chin, drew me up, and then pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him as he kissed me. His hands groped at my breasts over the dress, trying to keep from ripping it off me. Kissing this way was better than lying down. It seemed to keep things more contained, or I’d managed to take the edge off.

“I want you so bad,” Zarin whispered against my lips. “If your pussy feels as good as your mouth, I’m never going to let you leave my bed. I’ll fuck you till your pussy is imprinted by my cock, and no one else will ever be able to satisfy you the way I do. This way, you’ll never leave me.”

It was sad to me that he felt this was what women wanted from him. Really, he was a catch to someone who actually wanted the life he could provide for them. So many out there wanted to be the princess like that Beta who checked my ID. If he made the same offer to her as he did to me, I bet you anything she’d leap at the chance, thinking she’d won the lottery. Me, well, all I see is a man who wants to trap me by taking all my freedoms away. Never would I want to be in a relationship where I didn’t make my own money. If I wanted to buy something or go somewhere, I did not want to be forced to check with a man first.

I do admit that because of my profession, I know all the dirty details of the world and see the worst of humanity on a daily basis. Fuck, I was a card-carrying member of the worst of humanity. However, it just showed time and time again the first lesson I learned—don’t ever count on someone to care about you. Taking care of yourself was the only way to ensure your future, and even then, life, as a whole, was a risk.

A knock on the limousine window had me gasping and pulling away from Zarin.

“Shh… my petal,” he soothed. “It’s just Wilson. We arrived at the house.”

Sliding off his lap to sit next to him, I took a second to grab my clutch and pulled out a small mirror. I cleaned myself up a little and gave Zarin an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I never act this impulsive, but you make it so hard for me to control myself. I know he’s your driver and probably fully aware of what was happening back here, but I can’t go out there looking like a hussy.”

“You are right about him knowing, which is why he knocked. Take your time. I want you to feel comfortable in my home, starting at the driveway,” Zarin assured me.

Double-checking my wig and contacts, making sure nothing was out of place, I cleaned up my smeared lipstick before announcing I was ready. Zarin exited first and reached in to help me out, not allowing Wilson to get a good look at me. This man might have some shady business practices, but fuck if he wasn’t the world’s sweetest and most thoughtful man.

His home screamed single man with lots of money. It was modern, with many glass walls, streamline wood, and metal accents, along with tons of green ferns, succulents, and other plants that needed no maintenance. A warm light emitted from it, making it surprisingly welcoming for something so stark. Seeing it in person versus the blueprints that I’d been working off of gave me more appreciation for the person who designed it. The interior was something out of a Zen garden magazine—lots of warm wood colors with little areas of stone with bonsai trees or other similar plants.

“Fancy a drink?” Zarin asked as I paused to take in the place.

Pretending to shake myself back to reality, I smiled and nodded. “Love one, anything but champagne. I think I’ve reached my limit on that beverage this evening.”

We walked up a flight of stairs into an open living room with a wet bar in the corner. I took a moment to wander the room as I visualized the space compared to the blueprints. Up here should be the living room, office, bedroom, bath, and a spare room I’ve heard him refer to as his meditation room.

“Your home is absolutely fantastic, just like you described it to me,” I shared, running my fingers over some weird-ass-looking sculptures made out of marble.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, handing me over a rocks glass with a clear fizzy beverage. “Gin and tonic. I even used your family’s gin. You’ll have to tell me how I did,” he teased with a wink.

One of the reasons I picked gin and the Elegant brand to represent was simply because it was my favorite. If I was going to put my fake name and reputation behind something, it had to be something good. Not to mention I knew I’d probably have people doing what Zarin just did, assuming I liked my family’s product.

Taking a sip, I was surprised at how good it was. “Is this a special tonic?”

Zarin grinned. “Yes, it’s an herbal tonic that I find compliments the gin perfectly, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It’s wonderful. I’m going to need you to tell me who makes it,” I commented, taking another greedy gulp.

The man stepped closer, settling his hand on the curve of my hip as he leaned in. “That would be me. It’s my private recipe I concocted some years ago in college. What else would a medical nerd like myself do for fun in the labs while watching mold grow all night.”

“I’m deeply impressed,” I admitted truthfully. “This really is something special.”