Page 61 of Omega Untamed
By all the gods, Bast was good in bed. He was clearly the best fuck I’d ever had, touching me everywhere I wanted to be touched before I could say what I craved. When I wanted friction on my cock, he was there, stroking it. When I wanted it sucked, he seemed to read my mind and sucked it. When I wanted to be fucked hard, he provided the thick long cock to take me to places I’d only ever dreamed where the stars were like white snowflakes and everything was intensely euphoric.
Most Alphas ignored Omega cocks, especially if they were in the Burn. They only focused on the hole. We were the hole. That and no more. But Bast wanted my whole body. He wanted to touch me everywhere, explore, grip, soothe, stroke and suckle every part of me.
Most Omegas were okay with attention on only the hole. We loved the touch. We had sensitive spots inside our channels that brought us to orgasm when stimulated. Our internal orgasms were completely wonderful and satisfying. Still, we had cocks and balls. We were male just like our Alpha counterparts.
In the distant past, when females existed, they didn’t have cocks. Our designation as male came from that ancient binary gender thing from a time none of us could imagine. But it was stated as a scientific fact; we had cocks and balls. Despite the extra organs that allowed us to conceive and carry children to term, we were still male. All of us, Alpha and Omega alike.
Why Omegas were treated as lesser citizens was confusing to me, and to many of us. The Alpha dominance factor was part of it. They were aggressive and bigger and stronger. So they won out to rule the world.
Omegas were left in the dust.
In more recent but ancient times, Alphas were so aggressive they fought over Omegas. Often, this happened when both Alphas were in the Burn, so they were even more violent and filled with the need to mate. They would enter an arena to make a claim and fight to the death. If they didn’t fight to the death, then the victor would rape the other Alpha to show supreme domination and discredit the other down to the notch of Omega, no better than to bend over for other Alphas. The Omega would go with the victor, with no choice in the matter, to be owned by that Alpha for the rest of their life.
Now, claims were made in office buildings with a signature and an official stamp on a card you might carry in your wallet. And Omegas could dispute a claim if they wanted to, but it was complicated and often expensive, leaving us still no better than the chattel we were seen as.
When we finally both woke late in the morning, Bast rose and took me up into his arms the way he had when I was in withdrawal from steam. He set me down in the shower and insisted on bathing me. I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.
He took great care over my entire body, and his hands and the soap aroused me all over again. In bestDaddymode, he knelt and took care of even that, sucking me dry so that I was limp all over by the time he quickly washed himself. He then took me out of the stall and dried me with a fluffy towel.
He led me back into the room where we kissed as we waited for our room service breakfast. I saw he was aroused, but when I offered myself, he said, “I don’t have the time. I have to go back to work after we eat our--” He glanced at the clock. “Brunch.”
It was close to eleven. Definitely brunch time.
While we ate, we discussed the food choices, what tasted good, what were our favorites. I was more interested in Bast than I was in the food.
Finally, I said, “Have you ever done that before?”
He looked up. “Done what?”
“Uh.” My face flushed. “Spanked someone. And, well, you’re really good at daddy care.”
He glanced away. “Uh. No.”
“So. You’re first time, then. You’re very good.” I bowed my head. “I loved it.”
Now he lifted his gaze to mine. “You have done it?”
I nodded. “For pay. Not because it, um, felt right. But with you.” I gave him a sheepish smile. “It felt right.”
“You’re—okay then.” He did not make the statement in the form of a question.
“Yes. I loved it.” My whole body heated. As big as I was, I wanted to jump over the table and curl into his lap, kiss him and hold onto him and never let go. Instead, we continued to eat.
For some reason, the room seemed incredibly bright. My every sense felt more attuned to the environment.
When Bast dressed and was ready to leave, I stood before him. “Please come back. Tonight. Please. Even if it’s really really late.”
He nodded. “I’ll make an excuse. I’ll say I’m going into my Burn a little early. It’s not entirely a lie. You make me feel like it’s already here.”
I couldn’t stop my grin. He had told me he had never thought of me as trash, but his words just now—that he’d be back no matter what—confirmed he wanted me. Me. And no one else.
He looked amazing in his long coat. Now that we’d spent the night together, and I saw him more fully, all the hardness had seemed to melt from him in less than a day. His dark eyes glittered, but with desire for me. He was more handsome than anyone I’d ever known.
In bed, I’d marveled at him. His compact, narrow ass. His flat chest, fully muscled, beneath broad shoulders. The narrowing of his waist, the jut of his magnificent cock beneath which swung a tight but large sac of nice round balls. His belly was flat, the belly button shallow and oval instead of round. He had two sweet dimples above his ass that I loved to stroke when he was inside me. His kisses, gods above, his kisses were the deepest and most sincere connection I’d ever felt.
I went to him, wearing only briefs, and pressed my body against his. I didn’t want him to leave and go back to work for that craggy old desert-wrinkled boss of his. I didn’t want him to be part of that gang.
“I’m afraid,” I whispered into his chest.
