Page 15 of His Captor

Billy was sexy as hell in nothing but a tie, body flushed from heat, tell-tale glints of viscous liquid shining on his thighs proving that he’d already been fucked once. He looked humiliated, and God help me, I loved it. I wanted to turn him around, shove him over the chair again, and eat his sweet, heat-wet ass out like nobody’s business.

Instead, I pulled my T-shirt off over my head, pushed my already loose trousers farther down my thighs, and gave my cock a stroke.

“Maybe the right words will come out of your mouth if I stick the right thing in it,” I said.

I grabbed Billy’s tie and yanked him forward, knowing exactly what I would do.

But without being consciously aware of my brain’s switch-up, instead of shoving him to his knees, fisting my hands in his hair, and feeding him my cock, I crashed my mouth over his and kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue past his teeth to duel with his instead.

Billy groaned loudly, in surprise at first, then with something else entirely. I ravished his mouth, sucking his tongue into mine, and reached around to grab a handful of his smooth, plump ass. It felt like the cells of my body rearranged themselves.

A moment later, that moment of surprise shifted back to the powerful need to rut with this fiery omega.

I pushed Billy back and tried not to smile at his heavy-lidded, fish-mouth face as he tried to keep kissing me even though we were separated. I had something else for that mouth to do, and despite my moment of unexpected action, my cock was already pulsing in expectation.

“Get your mouth on me,” I growled, applying enough pressure on Billy’s shoulders that he was forced to sink to his knees.

“But I don’t know anything, I swear,” he said, gazing up at me with a pleading look that had my blood racing. He was back in the scene with me. “I don’t know—mnph.”

His words cut off as I pushed the tip of my cock into his open mouth.

Heat did wild things to both omegas and alphas. The second my tip was in Billy’s mouth and his tongue lapped against my slit, we both moaned with pleasure. Every idea for the plot and progress of the kidnapping scene flew out the window as he sucked on me, urging me to plunge deeper.

I wasn’t used to omegas in heat, so I went easy at first, not wanting to choke him. After a few thrusts, I remembered that heat all but obliterated an omega’s gag reflex, so I pushed harder.

Sure enough, though Billy gurgled and slurped and groaned, he didn’t choke. The sensation of fucking all the way to his throat as he gripped my thighs, digging his fingertips in, had me coming before I even knew I was there.

“Fuck,” I ground out through clenched teeth as Billy eagerly swallowed everything I gave him. I’d forgotten how much omegas craved alpha cum in any way they could get it while in heat, too.

And how it wasn’t enough.

Billy pulled back, releasing my cock with a popping sound. “More,” he gasped. “I need more. I need your knot.”

I grabbed him under his arms and hoisted him up. Sloppily and unceremoniously, my pants still around my thighs, I marched him back to the bedroom and pushed him toward the bed.

The bedroom was where I had a lot of the newer tech I’d been working on set up. Not only were there motion-sensing cameras and concealed restraints that could be pulled out and used in less than three seconds, there were a few other gems no one, not even Colin, knew I’d been working on.

I would get a chance to play with those, but in that moment, all my mind and body could think about was rutting with the naked omega—naked with a tie—who was completely at my mercy.

Billy scrambled onto the bed without me having to push him and positioned himself on his knees and forearms, his pink, slick, gaping ass on display for me. “Please, please,” he moaned. “This wave is a bitch. I need your cum.”

I rushed onto the bed behind him, grabbing his tempting ass cheeks and pulling them wide open. A rush of his scent, magnified by heat, struck me like a physical blow.

I’d just lined myself up to fuck into him when the part of me that liked to play pinged.

Instead of fucking him, I shifted back, and rather than thrusting my cock in him, I pushed two fingers into his needy hole.

Billy made a loud, wild sound of urgency and disappointment.

“You want my cock, liar?” I asked, getting back into the scene. “You want me to put this hungry hole out of its misery?”

“Yes,” Billy whined. “Please.”

I added a third finger, pumping hard and fast into him. “Then tell me where the codes are hidden.”

Billy let out a sound that was half laughter and half crying. “I don’t know anything about codes. You’ve got the wrong—aah!”

I pushed a fourth finger in and started fucking as deep as my knuckles. Billy’s whole body trembled with the invasion, but he hadn’t even come close to using his safe word, so I kept going.

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