Page 130 of Rut Bar

I trace the outline of his cage through the cloth. Learn the shape of it with my fingertips. The scent of his coconut pheromones tickles my nose and makes my nipples tighten. It’s the edging. He smells like sex and need. Like he’s on the verge of a rut. And the crowd could tell. The omegas were ravenous for him tonight.

He’s ours. They can’t have him. Every inch of him is ours, including this delicious alpha cock they all crave.

The more I tease him, the heavier his breathing gets and the more his wet spot of arousal grows. Only his sack hangs free. I fondle him, palming his balls and enjoying how heavy and swollen they are in my hand.

“Poor pet,” I croon. “Do you already need to come again?”

“If it… if it pleases you, Ma’am.” Jamie sucks in a breath when I pull his sack away from his body, the movement tugging on the root of his cock.

“Strip and lie down on the bed,” I order, letting him go.

Jamie nods, his long blond hair sliding over his shoulders with the movement. He strips right there in the kitchen, a quick removal of clothing with none of the teasing he puts into his dancing. This isn’t a show. A fantasy. Things are about to get very real. Very real and official.

When he’s nude, Jamie walks to the bedroom and lies down on the bed. It’s a glorious sight. He’s big and broad shouldered with sculpted muscles. An Adonis. I stand at the foot of the bed and strip too, leaving my clothes and shoes in a forgotten pile on the ground. Brendan and Anthony join us and watch, sticking to the periphery.

I put a knee on the bed, and Jamie’s eyes slide to mine, his lips curling into a tentative smile. He’s nervous. His gaze drops to the key dangling between my breasts before flicking up to meet my stare. Lips parting, his tongue darts out to wet them.

I’m silent as I straddle his legs. I trail a finger down his pecs, his abs, let it dip inside his navel, then go lower. His body hair is golden and sparse, but there’s a faint dusting of a happy trail that leads straight to his groin where the hair is cropped short. It needs to be so it’s manageable under those tiny thongs the dancers wear.

“If I unlock this cock right now, this will be the last pussy you ever fuck,” I say.

“Yes, Miss Vee.”

I grab the key and slide my thumb over the notches of its teeth. “Is that what you want, pet? You want me to own you? Body, heart, and soul? Forever?”

“Yes.”

A drop of pre-cum gathers at the hold in his cage and drips onto his thigh. I gather it up and bring it to my mouth, savoring its taste. Decadent coconut and alpha musk. His cum is as sweet as he is. My big, beautiful, strong Jamie. God, he’s perfect. Like a marble statue brought to life. Yet he looks at me like I’m the goddess. I want him to see me like that always. Forever. I want him to be mine completely.

I grab the key and pull the necklace over my head, then shake to settle my hair. It takes me three tries to fit the small key in the tiny lock and turn it. The moment I slide the locking tumbler from the hinges, his cock swells. The force of his thickening erection pries the cage apart from the base.

Jamie sucks in a breath and holds still without being ordered as I pull it off him. It sticks over the flare of his crown for a moment before finally coming free. I set the cage aside and palm his dick, inspecting it with my eyes and fingers for any signs of damage. It’s perfect.

I leave the ring around his shaft and balls because there’s no getting it off with how swollen and needy he is. Poor pet.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” I order as I climb onto his body and straddle his lap. I’m already wet and ready when I sit, his cock under me as I rub my slit along his trapped length. God, that feels good. And he isn’t inside me yet.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jamie holds perfectly still while I use him. Despite his outward calmness, his eyes tighten with restrained need.

Both of our arousals mix as I grind myself on him until my pussy aches to be filled. I’m so empty. Leaning forward, I reach behind me and fit him to my entrance. I sink down slowly, taking him to the hilt in a single smooth movement. “Fuck, that’s good. Your cock makes a good toy for me, pet.”

“Th-thank you, Ma’am.” His nostrils flare and his lips part with his breathing. But he holds still like the good boy he is.

My nails dig into his pecs while I ride him, rocking and enjoying the stretching fullness and the way my clit grazes his pelvis if I lean the right way. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night.” I bite my lip and grind faster. Using him. My personal fuck toy. My alpha cock on command. Sweet Jamie.

“Me… me too,” Jamie says. His eyes lose focus and the veins on his neck stand out as he tenses. His muscles bunch under my hands. “Thank you for using my cock as your toy, Ma'am.”

Slowing my pace to stretch things out, I smile as he frowns. “Did you like knowing your cock was locked up? That all those omegas who saw you on that stage wanted you? None of them knew how worthless your pretty alpha cock was to them because they’ll never have your key.”

“I liked being on stage and having a secret with you. I thought about you the entire time.”

I lean forward, licking his pec before taking his small nipple into my mouth, and he groans. I bite it and Jamie groans again, deeper and longer. His masochism streak draws out the inner sadist I didn’t know I had. I move to the other nipple and squeeze my pussy around his cock in tandem as I pinch it between my teeth.

His hips stutter with an aborted thrust. The flicker of his self-control wavering fills me with a rush of pleasure. His cock does too. It hits the perfect spot inside me. I give into the impulse to fuck myself on his cock. It surges deep as I bounce, and I let go, savoring the feelings his big dick unlocks. The thrill of knowing I’m the only omega on this planet who will ever know what Jamie’s cock feels like inside them is heady.

“I’m going to come, Ma’am.” Jamie pants, his hands twisting in the bedding as he fidgets, trying so hard to be still for me. To obey. To be my good boy.

“No, you’re not.” I don’t stop right away. I edge him to the brink, force him to hold back his orgasm through sheer willpower and determination. When he lets out a whimper, then holds his breath, that’s when I finally stop.

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