Page 16 of Rut Bar

“I don’t have one. How do I get one?”

“You can use the traffic light system if you don’t have your own. It’s easy to remember. Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. If you can’t speak, you’ll tap something or make a noise three times. Do you understand?”

He nods, his face still pressed against my thigh, and his lips drag against my skin with the movement. That’s probably good enough, but I’d like the verbal confirmation. I press my foot down on his thigh until the heel digs in harder. “Tell me you understand, Jamie.”

Jamie groans and lets his eyes close, his head tipped back to bare his throat to me in a submissive gesture that’s so at odds with his alpha dynamic. The tanned expanse of his bare, unmarked throat makes my clit throb and moisture pool in my panties. I want to cover that throat with kisses and licks. Suck my temporary mark into it until his skin is purple. I can’t. He has to appear attainable for the customers. That’s what the fantasy we sell them is all about. But I still want to.

“Green. Greengreengreen. Miss Vee, can I lick your pussy now? Please?”

I don’t know what I love more—the sight of him kneeling at my feet or his begging. With the knowledge this is a bad idea but I’m going to do it anyway, I reach down and grab the hem of my fitted skirt. It takes some wiggling until it’s bunched around my hips. My shoulders press against the bathroom wall as I thrust my pelvis toward his face. Maybe once we’ve worked it out of our systems we can all move on.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you pleasure me,” I say. “You can use anything but your hands.”

Jamie leans forward and presses his nose to my juncture. His hot breath fans my cloth covered pussy as he scents me. He rubs his cheek against my inner thigh until we’re both covered in each other’s scent. Orange and coconut sunshine mix into a delicious blend that makes me ache.

His nose brushes against the seam of my sex, the fabric sticking to the dampness pooling there as he pushes the fabric up. The broad flat of his tongue licks across my panties, the sensation dulled and teasing.

“Hmm. That’s good.” My hands tangle in his hair as I stroke his head between my thighs and pet him while he licks me. He’s savoring me. When was the last time someone gave me pleasure while getting none in return? I must be greedy, because I want more.

His tongue swipes again and the fabric tugs against my swelling clit, but it’s still only a tease. A delicious torment. My wetness soaks my panties as he presses lower, the fabric straining against my hole. It’s not quite slick, but I’m probably close enough to my heat that I’m sweeter than normal.

There’s a building ache in my pelvis that demands satisfaction. A desire to be filled. Stretched. Tonight, he’s earning his place in my bed.

“More,” I demand, scratching my nails over his scalp until he shivers.

He doesn’t nudge my panties aside and sink his tongue into me like I expect. Instead, Jamie shifts and presses a kiss to my hip bone. And then he grabs the side of my panties with his teeth and tilts his neck to drag them down the curve of my ass.

Oh. Ohhhhh, fuck. That’s hot.

My panties are lopsided, so he moves to the other side, hooking the fabric with his mouth and contorting to pull them down. They’re twisting up and rolling around my upper thighs, but the angle is too awkward to continue as we are. The foot I still have pressed to his thigh keeps my hips slanted too much for him to work them off me easily. Jamie adjusts his posture and reaches.

“No hands,” I remind him.

His eyes snap to mine, and he nods. “No hands.”

He folds his arms behind his back, and I bite back a groan at the sight of him with his arms restrained behind him. One day I’ll tie him like that for real. Bind his powerful arms behind his back with leather cuffs and steel. Hobble him so he has no choice but to be creative as he pleases me. He’s doing such a good job by taking my panties off with his teeth. He’s more eager than I thought.

It’s a slow, difficult thing, but he never complains or questions why I like this. Why I’m an omega who’s been wired wrong. Bossy. Bitchy. Hard. A perfectionist who’s more alpha-like in temperament than the traditional submissive personality that my dynamic says I should have instead.

He does what he’s told. Jamie pulls, works, and wiggles my panties down to my ankles and then I decide to help him. I lean my weight against the wall and lift one foot at a time so he can take them off me completely.

This is so much better than I could have wished for or demanded. I thought he’d nudge them aside and work his tongue beyond the gusset. I never expected him to spend ten minutes painstakingly baring me. The way he uses his lips and teeth and tongue to work the fabric off me is almost reverential.

With my panties off and my skirt bunched around my waist, there’s no hiding myself from him as he stares at me. He’s eye level with my pussy and the look on his face is pure hunger.

“May I lick you, Ma'am?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. And then he waits for my answer.

The sense of power and control is intoxicating. He’s more than twice my size, but I’m the one in charge. He’s been very good, and good boys deserve a treat. “Yes. Lick me until I come on your tongue.”

He presses a tender kiss to my mound first, then nuzzles his face between my legs. His tongue is warm and wet against me as he licks my seam, lapping up the wetness gathered there. He groans and licks deeper. The first brush of his tongue against my swollen clit makes my hips jerk against his face.There!

Jamie pulls away until I firm my hand on his head and nudge his head back into place where it belongs. “More. Make me come. I’m giving you what you begged for, pet.”

“Thank you, Ma'am,” he sighs against my mound and goes back to licking. His lips wrap around my clit as he sucks it into his mouth and wiggles his tongue under my hood, peeling it back to expose all of me for him.

It feels so good, and with every lap of his tongue and suck on my clit I forget why I fought this so hard. Why I’ve been such a masochist by denying myself this for so long.

“Fuck, that’s good. Hmm. More, pet. Don’t stop.” My pussy aches to be filled, and I regret that he’s not allowed to use his hands. I need more. Need him deeper. Need him to fill me. But not his cock. Not tonight. This is his apology for trying to get a stranger to blow him a few hours after he asked to help me with my heat. I’m still mad about that.

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