Page 127 of Rut Bar

“Don’t stop,” she commands.

Never.Her praise makes me eager. Makes my cock twitch though it’s spent and soft against my thigh. I want to be her good boy. Her pet. Her alpha in name only. Whatever title or name she wants to give me is fine, as long as it means I’m hers.

“More,” she demands. “Don’t stop until I’ve come all over your handsome face.”

I won’t. When her wetness runs down my chin, I reach up and probe her hole with two fingers. Her grip tightens in my hair until it’s tugging, but she’s not pulling me away. She’s keeping me between her legs while I feast.

Her pussy squelches as I finger her. Harder. Faster. Curling to brush against the spot that makes her thighs tighten around my head. She moans with every caress and lick and suck.

“Fuck, pet, I’m going to…” Vee’s words trail off into heavy breathing. Something falls off her desk and clatters to the ground from her fidgeting. Her pussy tightens around my hand, her body squeezing my fingers like a vise and nearly pushing me out. But she told me not to stop. To give her more.

I’ll give her everything.

I shove them in harder, deeper, faster, forcing my way back inside while her body tries its best to keep me out while her pleasure is spiraling. I suck her clit into my mouth and then it happens. She sucks in a breath and holds it. Her pussy spasms on my hand, clenching and unclenching. And the whole time while she’s coming, I keep her clit warm with my mouth.

When she makes a satisfied throaty sound and her tense legs soften from their clenching around my head, I know that she’s done. That I’ve done a good job and pleased her. I clean her slick off my face and lick my hand clean while she watches, her eyes hooded with pleasure and her lips curved in a smile.

“Mmm. Very good, pet. Stand up. Now, let’s get that naughty cock caged before it gets greedy and wants another round.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I stand and try to ignore the vision she makes with her legs spread wide and her panties on the desk. My cock twitches. I try to shut the scent of her out of my nose by breathing through my mouth. Try to not think about her hands putting cool metal on my cock as she locks me away for her pleasure later. Anything to get my unruly cock under control again.

“You’ll tell me if this hurts or needs adjusting,” she says while she picks up the cock cage and studies it. She takes her key from the box and checks the lock to make sure it’s functioning.

I breathe through my mouth and think about things that won’t keep me hard. Kooks dropping in on your sick wave and making you bail or, worse, wipe out. Learning a new dance routine. Getting yelled at by Nate when I mess up in rehearsals. Customers who take the groping too far while tipping.

Once I’m soft enough, it doesn’t take her long to figure out how to attach it. She’s a natural. One of those people who accomplishes whatever she sets out to do. She’s so pretty and smart and perfect.

The cage squeezes around my cock, the base tight against my knot so it can’t pop. She hooks the two pieces together and clicks the lock into place. Then she puts the necklace on and pulls her hair through so it settles around her shoulders.

It’s done. The pressure is intense, like a tight hug that makes my groin ache. The euphoria that washes over me at finally doing something I’ve wanted to do for a long time is unlike anything I’ve felt before. And knowing that I’m doing it with Vee? With my pack?

“There, that’s a good boy. You’re so pretty with that cage on.”

She palms me, plays with me, her hand tugging at the metal cage, which turns the ache into a tugging sensation that shoots straight to my spine. It morphs into a dull pressure.

“This cock is mine now,” she says. “I own it. I’ll play with it whenever I want, then put my toy away when I’m done.”

My eyes grow hot and my vision blurs. There’s a lump in my throat that’s hard to swallow around.

Vee’s expression becomes worried. “Is it pinching? Does it hurt? I’m taking it off.” She reaches for her key, fishing it out from under her shirt.

“No! No, please.” I sink to my knees again and lay my head on her thigh, looping my arms around her waist to keep her close. “It doesn’t hurt, I promise. I’m happy. I want you to own me. I want to be yours forever.”

A hand comes down to cup my head. Vee strokes me gently and pulls my long hair out of my face. She brushes the tear track from my cheek. It’s nice. I enjoy being petted. We could stay like this for hours and I’d be so happy, my head in her lap and her fingers working the knots from my hair.

We’re both silent for a while until she breaks it with whispered words, “I want that too. I love you, Jamie. I think I’ve loved you for a long time. You make it so easy. You’re sweet and gentle. Genuinely kind. You never say a mean thing about anyone, not even when they deserve it. You’re easy to love.”

Hope makes my chest tight. I tilt my head so I can see her. “Really?”

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to use my words and say the things I feel,” she says. “I’m such a coward. I’ll try to say these things more often because I think you need to hear them. That’s a promise.”

How can she say that she’s not brave? That isn’t true. It’s not true at all. So that’s what I tell her. “You’re the bravest person I know. You survived, and you never gave up. You have plans and you know what you want to do. You’re so smart. You run a business and you take care of all of us. I couldn’t do what you’ve done. You made a place that makes people happy, and you help people. And you do it as an omega with alphas telling you that you can’t. If that’s not brave, then I don’t know what is. You’re so brave, and kind, and caring, and that’s why I love you.”

Her mouth rounds in surprise, and then her eyes soften, and she smiles. “I’m proud of you for telling me about something you wanted.”

“So you’ll keep me? You’ll mark me as yours? We did a good job with your heat, right?” I ask, then hold my breath as I wait for her answer.

“You did averygood job. It was perfect.” She sighs. “But I can’t mark you right now.”

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