I was pretty sure I could talk and orgasm at the same time, but pointing that out seemed like it would be arguing with him and I wanted to be a good boy.
“Yes, Sir.” That didn’t mean I had to sound happy about it, though.
A little pout couldn’t hurt anything.
Russ kept up the slow strokes down my neck, making me fight to concentrate on his next words. “How long have you known you were interested in BDSM?”
“Ages.” Their slow strokes had the floating feeling trying to take over again. “Found dirty pictures when I was younger. They were…awesome. Showed an omega on his knees. I’d never seen anything like that.”
I’d known that would be me the first time I’d looked at them.
“Good boy.” Russ’s voice was rough, but his fingers kept stroking me softly. I wiggled against the restraints for a moment and that had me sighing as more waves of the wonderful trapped feeling washed over me. “You like being tied up, don’t you?”
I had a vague memory of answering that already, but maybe not. “Yes. Tied up is so good.”
I tried to stretch my arms and when I couldn’t, my hard cock started to throb. “So good.”
“What else is so good?” Graham’s question made me want to squirm more to see if I could get his fingers higher on my leg.
“Lots.” Picking just one thing was too hard.
Russ chuckled. “Do you like being spanked?”
That was easier to answer. “Yes, Sir. Not as punishment. Too good.”
“Okay, that’s good to know.” My answer must have made him happy because he kissed my neck, scraping his teeth over my skin and making me shiver. “How much pain do you like? I love the feel of a paddle or flogger.”
The images in my head had my cock jerking in my briefs. I moaned and rocked my ass over what I finally realized was his erection. “Little I think…tied up is better…can’t move is wonderful.”
Everything they were doing felt wonderful, but the idea that they would tie me up so thoroughly I’d be at their mercy left me tingly. I couldn’t wait to be at their mercy.
Chapter 8
Graham
I couldn’t imagine looking as peaceful as Jonah did when I was restrained. There was always a part of me that said I needed to push back, but Jonah had just sunk into it like his submission was a warm blanket he couldn’t wait to wrap around himself.
I heard Russ’s quiet words in the back of my head reminding me that there were many different ways to submit, but it was still something I had to work to keep in my mind. My road to accepting my desires had been a bit bumpier than Russ’s, but I’d worked through most of it.
I thought that was one of the reasons he’d easily agreed to keep our life private. Loving him had been the easy part, but everything else had taken time for me to sort through.
Alphas didn’t submit.
Alphas weren’t penetrated.
Alphas didn’t beg to be taken.
Alphas weren’t supposed to like being tied up.
Alphas weren’t supposed to love other alphas.
Yeah, it’d taken me a while to understand that being an alpha had nothing to do with how I behaved in bed and everything to do with who I was inside. Russ’s patience during that time still astounded me. I’d have probably kicked my ass to the curb, but he’d always seen how perfect it would be once I worked my shit out.
Looking at the way Jonah surrendered as we held him, I couldn’t help but wonder how his journey had been. Sometimes it seemed like omegas had even more expectations and limits on who they were than alphas. But that was a question for another time.
Russ smiled as Jonah nearly purred as his neck was stroked. I hadn’t expected the immediate rush of pleasure he’d felt when I’d rested my hand on his neck the first time. My intentions had been to help calm him, but it’d turned out to be an immediate switch for his submission.
“Such a good boy.” Russ continued to caress and hold him as I kneaded the muscles in his thighs, trying to help him sink even deeper into subspace. “How do you picture submitting? Is it just something you think about doing once in a while or is it more than that for you?”
