Page 119 of His Stolen Omega

“You’ll create for me,” Levi announced.

“Like hell.”

“You will,” he insisted. “But not yet. Right now, you’re going to be an obedient little bunny and come for your mate. Do it. Show your alpha you know who’s in charge here. That you know who you belong to.”

Elm tried resisting, but Levi pressed against his slit, twisted his palm, and slammed his hips forward, effectively pushing the plug against his prostate, and it was game over.

He cried out as he came, ropes of white painting the mirror in thick milky strands. The alpha continued to stroke him through it, until he was wrung completely dry and lost balance.

Levi caught him, one arm banding around his waist to keep him up, the other going around his chest. He nuzzled against his jaw, letting out a pleased alpha rumble that Elm felt all the way to his toes.

“The tail isn’t a punishment,” the alpha began once Elm had come down from the high, his eyes regaining focus. “It’s a lesson in humility. If you wish to maintain the freedom to roam the lodge as you please, you’ll wear it. If you take it out, I’ll lock you in our bedroom. You won’t be allowed out until I decide. That means no studio time, treasured omega. No escaping into your art. You’ll be forced to confront what you’re feeling head on, without an emotional regulator to fall back on.”

He hated to admit it.

But that sounded worse than when he’d been subjected to the fucking machine during heat.

“This,” Levi tugged on the nipple clamps, kissing him again when Elm made a sound of pain, “stays on for now as well. Perhaps I’ll let you remove it once we’ve had lunch. Perhaps not. You have a lot to make up for, and I’m not feeling particularly generous at the moment.”

Elm had sort of anticipated waking in another cage with literal bars. While the lodge was acting as a prison all on its own, there was still a difference.

“I’m not giving you credit for being less of a monster than you could be,” Elm stated, though he wasn’t entirely sure which of them the words were actually meant for. Who in this room he was trying to convince. “You’re still horrible.”

“I know who I am. Do you?”

He didn’t want to, but his eyes dropped to the collar around his throat in the mirror.

“You do.” The alpha held him tighter, purring. “Good boy. I have a list of things I want to try out with you, mate. Things I want us to experience together. Continue to be obedient, and I’ll also allow you to add a few items to that list.”

Levi finally released him, though only long enough to take his hand.

“The mess,” Elm couldn’t help but point out when the alpha stepped toward the door. “The mirror?”

“I’ll clean it later.”

“You…?” He was a neat freak. But he was just going to leave come to dry?

“You haven’t eaten in days,” Levi said. “Let’s get some food into you. Then I’ll tell you all about the punishment you were given while unconscious. How does that sound?”

Like Elm didn’t really have much of a choice.

A fact proven true when the alpha dragged him out of the bathroom without waiting for a response.

Chapter 28:

“If you consume anything too greasy it’ll hurt your stomach.” The alpha had set out a few modest dishes—white rice, boiled dumplings, and steamed bok choy—noting when Elm had pursed his lips. “You haven’t had a proper meal in weeks, remember?”

“That’s rich, coming from the guy who wanted me to swallow his spunk an hour ago.” Elm reached for the chopsticks, frowning when Levi stopped him. “What now?”

They were in the kitchen at the long island instead of the dining room, Elm seated in his usual spot facing the stove and the area where the alpha fixed their meals. He had half his ass hanging off the back of the stool so as not to sit on the plug, and with the massive wall made of glass to his left, he was feeling incredible exposed despite knowing no one would be outside the lodge.

Levi wouldn’t order him to remain naked if he’d set guards about. He was way too possessive for that.

Elm braced himself when the alpha came around the island, scowling when the older man picked up the chopsticks himself and Elm realized what he was getting at. “I’m not a child.”

“You’re my omega.” He selected a piece of bok choy and brought it to Elm’s closed mouth. “Eat. I’ll tell you all about the punishment you endured.”

Considering Elm hadn’t been conscious for it, he wasn’t sure one could say he’d endured anything at all, but he wasn’t about to argue with the alpha over semantics. Figuring the guy just wanted to feel a bit more in control, would feed him a few bites and then leave him to it, Elm made himself part his lips.