Maybe someone else would have found it too logical, but it just made me feel wanted. Important. I mattered to him in a way that I’d never mattered to anyone else. “Yes, Alpha.”
Fuck, that was hot.
I’d fantasized about saying it for more years than I wanted to count. In that moment, alpha wasn’t just part of his gender, he was my Alpha, my Master. I’d been worried it would feel odd or ridiculous in real life, but with Shane, it felt right. I wanted to give him everything. That he understood how important it was to me only made it better.
He squeezed down on my ass again, dragging another moan out of me. Shane chuckled, but it was a wicked, desire-filled sound. “That’s my naughty little omega.”
With anyone else I would have felt self-conscious, but he saiddirtyandnaughtylike they were the most beautiful terms of endearment. Just wickedly sexy ones. I broke my gaze away to look up the stairs. I didn’t even have to say anything. Shane simply took my hand as he stepped back and started leading me to them.
There was no second-guessing and no awkward questions about if I was really sure I wanted him like there had been in the past. Shane trusted what I’d told him and trusted me enough to let me submit. Maybe some people wouldn’t understand how special that was, but I knew how much he was risking by being with me.
There would be whispers and people talking about us as soon as it got out. Nothing seemed to matter to him but me, though. Maybe I’d worry about the consequences later, but for now I relished every perfect moment with him.
He paused at the top of the stairs. The large landing had two long hallways that led from either end. I pointed to the left where my bedroom was. The right led to guest suites and a small sitting area, but I’d give him a tour when I could think.
Shane didn’t pause to look at the space as he stepped inside my room, he just led me over to the bed. There were no weird comments about decorating and nothing that said the size of the house or my obvious wealth made him uncomfortable. He was just focused on one thing…getting us into bed.
And since I couldn’t have agreed with him more, I let him lead the way.
I’d dreamed for years about how it would be when I finally found an alpha who could understand what I wanted. Sometimes I’d worried that I’d built the fantasy up too perfectly in my mind, but it had been a ridiculous fear because the reality was even better than I’d ever imagined.
Shane’s gaze settled on mine as we stood by the bed. It was like we were ready to jump right off the edge of the cliff, and I could feel my heart racing in anticipation.
He was going to spank me.
There had always been a worry in the back of my mind that I’d get to this moment and it would feel stupid or forced, but Shane just stood there like he owned the room—and me with it—and it was his right to bend me over his lap, taking me to task.
It was hotter than he’d ever understand.
He could probably see the desperation and desire on my face, but he didn’t question what I needed as he reached for my belt. “Spankings take place on bare bottoms.”
Fuck.
I’d never been so hard for so long. Even the ride home hadn’t given me enough space from his touch or the fantasies running through my head to completely calm down. As he released my belt, his fingers brushed over my cock, making me moan.
Shane just gave me a stern look as he started working on the button. “You will not orgasm without permission. Is that clear?”
So fucking hot.
Did he know that order only made it harder to actually obey it?
“Yes, Alpha.”
I had a fucking Alpha!
His fingers deliberately stroked down my hard length as he stared into my eyes, carefully lowering my zipper. “If you come without permission, you won’t like the consequences. I won’t have my omega disobeying.”
His omega.
Not his lover or his boyfriend…his omega.
I knew it was just for the fantasy and for the scene, but in that moment I’d been reduced to just his possession. His omega. His toy to play with and use.
It was perfect.
I nodded as I moved to hold my pants up. “Yes, Alpha.”
But I had no idea how I was going to keep that promise and no idea what would happen if I failed. How would he punish me for coming? What would he do if I orgasmed as he spanked me? The image of him growling his frustration at me as I screamed out my orgasm was enough to have my cock dripping precum into my briefs.
