assistant in the same person.” That’s what Tanner seemed to have, so I’d thought it would be normal for them.
“I just…I guess…” He stopped and looked into my eyes. “I guess I just didn’t think about it. I want to go to the club with you. I just…I just thought I’d have to end up going alone.”
“I can restrain myself at work and when we have to go out in public, but it's going to be hard for me to ignore that side of things with you if they’re around and your friends are submitting to their alphas.” I’d wanted to touch him and hold him since the first time I saw him. I could control my actions, but I wasn’t sure I could hide my reactions from them.
“Like a real Alpha…a real Dom?”
Was he only asking half questions on purpose or was that just how his mind sorted through things?
“Whatever we decide is what’s right for us. I realize you don’t know me very well yet, but I want to change that.” And maybe once he’d gotten to know me, we could take things deeper. “Do you want to submit to me, omega?”
He shivered and leaned his head heavier against my hand. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Then I’m your Dom.” I ran my thumb softly over his cheek as I held him. “I want to lead you around the club in nothing but those sweatpants and a plug so everyone can see how sexy my sub is. But I won’t force you.”
Instead of questioning me about the club or rules or what I wanted, he blinked again. “You like my sweatpants?”
I had a feeling we weren’t going to make much progress on the club or friend issues until his brain cleared up. But since I had no desire to let him come yet or to stop turning him on, we’d have to postpone the discussion.
I moved my hands down to cup his ass, one hand on each cheek, and I squeezed them tight. As I worked my fingers, separating his cheeks so he could feel how slick we both knew he was, I leaned in even closer. “I love these pants. The next time you’re wearing them I’m going to plug you and I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off your ass.”
That seemed to be fine with him judging by the whimper and the way he arched his ass back into my hands. “Yes, Sir.”
Chuckling, I spread my fingers so they teased tantalizingly close to his hole. “Your submission belongs to me, doesn’t it, naughty boy?”
His head started to nod until he remembered that wasn’t going to be enough. “Yes, Sir. My submission is yours.”
He was so achingly earnest when he said that. “Your orgasms and your pleasure belong to me as well, omega. That means no orgasms without permission and no playing with yourself. Is that clear?”
Dakota’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as his entire body shook. For a split second, I thought he’d come. Then I realized I could still feel his erection against me, so it had just been close.
He was breathing so fast he had to take several seconds and fight to get the words out. “Yes, I…I won’t touch myself.”
Dakota was so close I knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. “No, how do I want to hear you say it, naughty boy?”
He made the sweetest whimper and relaxed into me. “I…Sir?”
“No, I want to hear the words. You’re such a dirty boy, I know you want to.” He just needed a little push to let the naughty side out to play.
It’d been bottled up a bit too long.
“I…” He took a deep breath and watched me with a needy, almost desperate expression. “My orgasms and my pleasure belong to you. I won’t play with myself and I won’t orgasm without permission.”
He was so close I could feel the need coursing through him. “Will you touch your cock and stroke it in the shower? Will you finger yourself while you try to imagine how good it’s going to be when I finally touch you there?”
Dakota whined, shaking his head as I continued to play with his ass and torment him with teasing images. “Tell me, or are you disobeying me?”
He liked that idea.
Oh, he wanted to be punished, but I could see the questions in his eyes. Just when I thought he’d decided to disobey, he continued. “I won’t stroke my cock in the shower.”
His eyes closed