Page 13 of Omega on Fire
The Alpha command is back, but this time, it's laced with something sinful. Something that makes my body respond instantly. I stand, my earlier outburst already a distant memory. This is our dynamic, the familiar dance between us. I crave it as much as he does.
Walking down the aisle of the plane, I pass Quincy and Beckett, their noise-cancelling headphones on, asleep in their seats. Moses watches with a knowing smirk, and Beaux shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. They know the drill. They know how Teagan pulls me back from the edge.
The main bedroom is a sanctuary, the large bed dressed in black and grey linens. Teagan's scent lingers here, mingled with Beaux’s and Moses', nowcalming and grounding. The hum of the plane's engines is softer, the lighting dimmer. I can breathe.
I sink to my knees at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind my back, head bowed. This is my submission, my control. I let the beginning of subspace wash over me, chaos receding with each steady breath. Time loses meaning as I wait for Teagan. He won't rush this.
Finally, the door clicks shut behind me. Teagan's footsteps are heavy on the carpet. He doesn't speak, just circles me, his fingers trailing over my shoulder, up my neck, brushing through my hair. I lean into his touch, sighing softly.
"You're mine, J," he murmurs, voice low and steady. "Mine to command, mine to control. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," I reply, arousal stirring, making me languid and pliable.
He stands in front of me, hand gripping the back of my neck. "And what do you need from me, J?"
I meet his eyes briefly before casting my gaze down. "Distraction, sir. I need to get out of my head. To sleep."
A proud smile tugs at his lips. "And how do you want me to distract you? With pain? With pleasure?"
I lick my lips, heart pounding. "Both, sir. I want both."
A dark chuckle. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He leans down, lips brushing my ear. "But you're my greedy little thing."
He turns to the cabinet, selecting an array of items: rope, flogger, lube. My breath hitches in anticipation.
"Stand up, J," he commands, stepping back.
I rise, eyes never leaving his as he circles me again, fingers trailing over my skin, leaving goosebumps. He stops behind me, hands gripping the hem of my shirt.
"Arms up."
I comply, letting him undress me. His hands explore my body, tracing muscles, the curve of my spine. I shiver, my dick eager but patient.
He leans in, lips brushing the back of my neck, hand cupping my dick through my pants. He squeezes hard, and I stay still, taking it.
"You're going to give me everything, J. Every moan, every scream. I want you to beg me to fuck you. You're mine until you pass out. Understood?"
I nod, breath hitching. "Yes, sir. I understand."
"I want you naked," he commands, and I quicklycomply, shedding my clothes until I am completely bare before him.
Rope in hand, he approaches, eyes locked onto mine as he binds my wrists in front of me, his movements deliberate. He guides me to the bed, pushing me down onto my back, and climbs onto the bed after me. Using my legs, I shuffle backward to give him room. Straddling my waist, he leans down, capturing my lips in a brutal kiss. I moan into his mouth, arching against him. The kiss is unexpected, but I know its unspoken meaning. This isn’t truly a punishment, but a recalibration. His kiss, though brutal, is a reminder given with a tender heart that makes my chest ache with warmth and love. He sees me, he cares for me and won’t hesitate to give me what I need.
He pulls back, smirking, "Eager, but not yet, J."
Reaching for the flogger, he shifts off me and moves to stand at the foot of the bed. I watch him go, knowing what comes next, needing it. The first bite of leather against my thigh makes me gasp, pleasure mingling with pain. Each measured strike of the flogger erases the anxiety clawing at my skin, centering me. I writhe beneath him, body on fire.
"Count for me," Te commands.
"One. . .two. . .three."
Each number is an anchor, tethering me to the moment, to him. My body obeys before my mind catches up. I sink into his control, his presence, until the world outside ceases to exist. He's relentless, strikes precise and controlled. He knows my limits, how far to push me. And I crave it.
When the flogger is replaced by his hands, firm, possessive, I melt into him. I'm hard and aching, dick throbbing with need. He smirks, wrapping a hand around my length, stroking me slowly, keeping me on the edge.
"You feel that?" he whispers against my ear, his voice calm and dominant. "That’s me. Keeping you here. Keeping you safe."
“Yes, sir.” Is my only reply as he gently strokes over each mark, leaving kisses to soothe the delicious pain.
