The answer came out quick and breathless.“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you going to imagine me knotting you?”Submissive didn’t mean sex and even when sexual contact was on the table itdidn’t always mean penetration and knotting, but with most omegas, it was allvery tied together.
His moan echoed through the house and rightto my dick, but his excited nod was even more erotic. There was no denying whathe wanted and nothing that said he would regret his choice.
“Words, naughty boy. I’m going to have to punishyou if I have to keep reminding you.” And that would be fun.
He made a low whine and nodded again, butit took him a few seconds before he could verbalize what was going through hismind. “Yes, it’s so easy to imagine. You’re going to feel so good in me. Areyou…I mean…do you have a big knot?”
I’d gotten the “Do you have a big dick”question before, but he was the first omega who sounded like they’d almost comejust imagining being pinned against me.
Thankfully, I could give him the answer heseemed to crave.
“It’s so big I might actually hurt you ifI’m not careful.” I squeezed his cheeks again. “You’re going to feel it fordays if I use you too roughly.”
And he came.
Oops. I was going to have to punish him.
I tightened my grip on him as he started toshake, grinding himself against me as the pleasure washed through him. Therewas no shame or fear, he just gave himself over to the pleasure and trusted meto keep him safe.
When he finally sagged against me, hefought to catch his breath and looked up. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Oh, he was too perfect.
“You have no idea how sexy you were whenyou came, but you were a very naughty omega.” I shook my head, but theexcitement on his face said he wasn’t worried. “Do you understand you’ll haveto be punished?”
Just the word had an aftershock of pleasurerunning through him, even though he tried to look contrite. “Yes, Sir.”
He was attempting to look apologetic, butthere was no denying the anticipation in his eyes. My boy was ready to get hisfirst taste of discipline.
It just wasn’t going to be exactly how heenvisioned.
Because where was the fun in that?
He was pressed so tight against me I couldfeel every tiny jolt of remaining pleasure that fired through him. There was nosecond-guessing in his expression, no fear, and no regret that I could see. Ifthere was any hesitation about what we were doing, I couldn’t sense it in him.
I wasn’t sure how our relationship wouldlook or even if I could call it one, but as I brought my face closer to his,telegraphing every movement, I knew I couldn’t wait to discover everythingabout him. Brushing my lips tenderly against his, I pulled back. “I’m going toenjoy punishing you, my omega.”
He let out a quiet moan, nodding. “Thankyou, Sir.”
It was sincere and simple, but I wasn’teven sure he knew what he meant by the words. But I didn’t think that matteredat the moment…all that did was that he’d given himself to me and I was going todo my best to take care of him.
Chapter 7
Dakota
Punishments were supposed to be more funand less sticky, right?
But the way he kept caressing me over mysweats and playing with the once sticky, now drying mess in my pants was kindof sexy…and just embarrassing enough that it made it even hotter.
“You full?” Tristan stood and ran a handover my shoulder before picking up his plate.
When I nodded, he smiled and grabbed mine.He’d kept saying the omelet he’d made was basic, but it had been delicious. “Itwas very good, thank you.”
I’d looked at the handful of oddingredients in my fridge and had been prepared to order out, but Tristan hadimmediately seen a full breakfast-for-dinner meal with a huge omelet and toast.I was stuffed.
“I’m glad you liked it. But we need to workon keeping food in the fridge for you.” His you’ve-been-naughty expression mademe want to squirm…which only reminded me more of the issue with my pants.
