Page 19 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

I’m playing with fire. I fucking know it. And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from teasing this omega, bringing her to the cusp over and over again just to prove I can. Though I can’t see all of her face, her eyes tell me everything.

They bare her fucking soul and demand I do the same. Why does she have to be so damned tempting? If she was only just a brat, then maybe I could keep the walls in place. It would be so easy to just punish her, then shove her off to some other Dom to finish things.

But she’s not.

There’s a pain there, a vulnerability I see peeking through her shuttered expressions. As much as the sadist in me wants to cause her the discomfort her body clearly craves, a part of me wants to scoop her into my arms and kiss her senseless.

I want to know more about the bastard Alpha who makes her question so much. Though I don’t know the guy, I know one thing for certain: he wasn’t being honest with my little slave. Why he was lying, I can’t say.

Ruts only happen when there’s an omega in heat nearby.If she’s on suppressants, there would be no reason for him to fall into a rut. More than that, omegas only go into heat about four times a year. So even if her suppressants failed, abandoning her every month didn’t mean he fell victim to a rut. Something else was going on.

So much doesn’t make sense. I want nothing more than to strap her down and interrogate her, finding out just what happened between them. But that can’t happen. To get any closer would be to lose myself in a stranger.

What I told her was the truth. I will never entangle myself with an omega. Not until I’m matched by the government. To engage like that is wrong on so many levels. It’s a manipulation I refuse to commit.

Other Alphas and omegas seem to be able to do this carefully orchestrated dance where they meet each other’s needs, but don’t go past a certain point. I’m not so lucky. When I engage with someone, it’s with my heart and soul. There is no in between.

That’s why betas are safer. That’s why this club is my second home. At least here, I can get out my frustrations then go jack off if no beta is available to see to my needs. But to use an omega like that? To allow them to think there’s a future when the government could pair either of us at any moment?

Unconscionable.

Even though the omega stares up at me, her eyes fathomless, dark pools of need, I have to be the stronger person. For both of us. She may hate me for it. She may despise me for not giving her the one thing she asked for—a good, hard fucking. But in the end, she will thank me when she gets an Alpha of her own.

An Alpha who is not me.

Again, my heart constricts as I continue to pleasure her, sliding my fingers across her soaking pussy. Until now, I never cared about the plague that transformed us into the dynamics we have today. I didn’t give two shits about the mating program put in place to ensure the strongest relationships survived.

I didn’t have to.

My life was perfect. A neat little bow. But somehow, this stranger waltzed in and shattered my illusion. Now, all I can think about is her getting paired off to some other guy. Someone who won’t know her darker needs.

Not all Alphas are kinky like me and my friends. Some actually find the practice of kink and BDSM abhorrent. They state ‘facts’ and ‘statistics,’ equating our brand of physical contact to be abusive or disgusting. True, there are always bad players, but it doesn’t make our needs any less valid.

It doesn’t make this omega’s needs any less valid. Especially now that I’ve opened this door for her, showing her how great a relationship like this could be. What’s going to happen to her after tonight? Next week? Next month? Next year?

I shake my head, dispelling the impending gloom threatening to overtake me. She’s not my responsibility. Hell, she didn’t even want anything from me except my cock and knot. She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.

As long as she sticks to this club, I can watch her from the shadows, ensuring no one harms her in any way. That’s something, at least. I can’t give her my heart, but I can sure as hell give her my protection. Even if it’s from afar.

Pulling back my hand, I smile as she sways forward until her body presses hard against the cross. Her lips screw upinto a fierce frown as she rocks back and forth, pounding her hands against the wood.

“I was so close. Why? Why are you torturing me like this?”

“Why?” I step in closely, allowing myself to drown in her scent for just a moment more. “Because I can. Because I’m a sadist. Because I love having this control over you.”

Her soft whimpers of need go straight to my cock. There’s no way I can visit a beta after this. The need is far too ferocious to expend upon a body who can’t take it. Looks like it will be my hand after all.

Dropping the genital flogger to my side, I swish it back and forth. The tails are so short, they don’t connect with her skin, but I know she feels the movements as the breeze grazes her sensitive nerves.

“Slave,” I growl, infusing my voice with an Alpha command. “Look. At. Me. Until you come, you will not remove your gaze from mine. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she wails, the desperation tightening her body.

“Good girl. Now breathe in and out. Easy. Slow. Measured.” I bring my hand closer, allowing just the tips to touch her pussy.

Her eyes widen at the contact, but she doesn’t pull away. Her breath hitches for a moment, but then goes back to the regular cadence. It causes my own breath to stutter at the trust blazing in her eyes.

“That’s it,” I murmur, bringing my hand even closer. “Keep breathing. Just like that. You’re doing such a good job for me.” At my praises, her arousal perfumes the air, threatening to drag me down.

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