Page 6 of Binding Breanna

I don’t say anything. I can’t. My heart pounds and my blood rushes with thick anticipation.

“Room 1014,” Mitchum says, giving me a coy look before swiping the card. Cool air fans across my face as he pushes the door open. It’s a good ten degrees cooler inside the dark room.

Mitchum slowly walks forward. I can smell the excitement pouring off of him as we make our way into the spacious hotel room. It must have been a suite before they renovated it. The walls are dark and the ceiling is high. Red light streams down from a cheaply made chandelier overhead, giving the whole room a violent glow. The long wall that would normally hold the television in a regular hotel is covered in all kinds of devious toys. Handcuffs, paddles, floggers, butt plugs, and dildos of various sizes. There’s even a bondage board, folded up and resting against the wall.

I scan the back of the room first, turning slightly to check out the furniture. The big window has been boarded up—making it almost impossible to tell what time it is. There’s an armless chaise lounge positioned right in front of it, a sex swing hangs in the center of the room, and then there’s a long metal table with our virginal toy strapped to it.

Breanna is small with dark hair falling over her blindfold. She’s wearing a black silk negligee and thigh-high stockings. I angle my head down, pleased when I can see the soft slit of herpussy. Mitchum did an excellent job of having her prepared just the way I like.

Unable to stop myself, I inch forward, watching as her breath quickens, making her chest rise and fall.

She’s awake.

“Hello?” The single word is timid, maybe even slurred. Her arms tense as if trying to move her hands, but they’re secured over her head. There’s a leather strap across her belly to hold her down, but her legs are completely free. “Hello?” She turns her head one way and then the other as if trying to see through the blindfold.

“Did they drug her?” I ask, stepping up to the metal table.

“They drug the omegas to get them into position.” Mitchum steps up next to me. He inhales deeply, sucking down her sweet aroma. It’s an intoxicating mixture of honey and cream.

“Fuck,” I snarl, gripping my cock through my pants. I squeeze hard, trying to ease some of the pressure, but it does nothing. I want to touch the precious girl, but not yet. I don’t want to get zapped. It always takes me a few minutes to recover from that fucking chip and I don’t want to risk losing even a single second.

“Two minutes,” Mitchum says before shoving his phone back into his pocket. “Let’s get ready.”

Too excited to wait a second longer, we both strip down. Mitchum hums with relief when his thick cock springs free. I eye the bead of precum on the tip, licking my lips as I shuck off my underwear.

I quickly fold our clothes, then toss them under the metal table. There’s a bag under there already, and what looks like a dark dress and a worn book bag—probably Breanna’s personal belongings.

“Where should we start?” Mitchum gives me a heated look as he reaches up, taking something off of the wall of toys. It’s amask. The kind that covers just your eyes. “Do you want to claim her pussy, ass, or mouth first?” He steps forward, slipping the mask over my head. He smooths down my hair around the band at the back of my head, making sure I look presentable.

I smile down at my sexy lover as he cups my face. He loves to play with costumes. They aren’t my thing, but they get him off. So I’ll wear whatever the hell he wants.

A soft chime echoes around the room, followed by a fuzzy buzzer. Then a woman’s voice carries over invisible speakers. “Seven pm. Game Night has commenced.”

There’s a chime, and Mitchum’s lips slowly part. I know he’s feeling the same thing as me.

Freedom.

That fucking chip is off, and we’re finally free to indulge.

“Don’t be scared,” Mitchum’s voice rises as if speaking to the omega, but he’s looking right at me. “We won’t hurt you too much, little omega.” And a wicked smile slips across his face.

“I know,” the omega says, her voice a little stronger. More awake. “I’m ready.” Her body trembles as she slowly widens her legs, spreading herself wide open for us to see. I love seeing the conflict in her movements. She’s obviously scared, but she’s too turned on to stop herself.It’s intoxicating.

“Look how pretty…” Mitchum moves to her, staring at the apex of her thighs. She’s glistening with virgin-slick, her body giving in to the natural reaction of being so close to two primal Alphas.

“I want to see those eyes, Breanna.” I hook my finger on the edge of her blindfold, then I tug it down. Her pupils are blown wide as they dart around the room, taking in her surroundings. It’s too dark in here to see what color they are, but it doesn’t really matter.

“F-fill me...” The omega’s chin quivers and she sucks in a steadying breath before whispering, “Fill me up.” I think shewants to sound confident and sexy, but the fear in her eyes gives her an innocence that no dirty words can tarnish.

“Do you want to be used, omega?” I place my thumb on her bottom lip, tugging the soft flesh down.

Her throat works as she swallows. “Yes.” There’s so much apprehension in her voice, and I love it.

“Yes, what?” I say firmly.

Twin lines settle between her brows before she whispers, “Yes, sir?”

I nod, happy with her eagerness to please. “Open,” I command, pleased when she obeys.

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