Page 49 of His Prodigal Alpha

ButDamon was impulsive. I’d known that about him since the moment we met. I liked that about him.

Still, doing any kind of BDSM without pre-negotiations made me uncomfortable.

“I’m not sayin’ no,” I told him gently, reaching out to splay my hand over his rounded belly in the hopes that my touch would be reassuring. “But we can’t just launch into somethin’ like this. Now, I’ve got a fairly good idea of your physical limitations at the moment, but what about your emotional ones? You ever been tied up before?”

He shook his head and I hated seeing the tears welling in his eyes, as well as the pink flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. His expression was chagrined and he kept his gaze averted.

“Kitten, look at me,” I insisted, and he did, once again bestowing that absolute trust in me. I wouldn’t break it. Not now, not ever.

I smiled softly. “If this is somethin’ you really wanna try tonight, we’re gonna do it real slow and basic, okay? No elaborate shibari all over your belly, nothing too tight or restrictive, and I’m not putting you in a position that could hurt you or the baby. Not even accidentally.”

Damon nodded enthusiastically. “I was thinking—hang on, let me show you.” He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and swiped at the screen before turning it to face me. “Something like this?”

I scanned the webpage he had navigated to, realization dawning on me. He’d been researching. He’d ordered the rope online. This wasn’t just a spur of the moment idea: this was something he had wanted for a while.

I flashed back to Christmas, to how wet he’d gotten at the tiny show of dominance I’d put on, and everything seemedto click into place. Damon, for all of his prickly-as-a-cactus outer shell, wanted someone to take charge of him.

Well, I could do that!

“Okay,” I agreed after a long moment of consideration. “We can do that.” I cocked my head. “Where are your shears?”

My kitten practically scrambled back off the bed, digging through his nightstand again. He pulled the shiny new shears out and showed them to me before setting them down on top of the same bedside table, dropping his phone next to them.

“Need help getting your pants off?” I asked. Bending had become an issue for him, and I enjoyed helping him dress and undress.

“Nah,” he stretched out the waistband of his loose pajama bottoms and slid them down over the curve of his ass. Gravity took care of the rest, leaving him completely naked.

I thought he was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.

“Aren’t you stripping, too?”

His plaintive question shook me from my ogling, and I grinned. “Want me to put on a show for you, kitten?”

“Please.”

We switched places, with him on the bed and me standing in front of it. I hummed the tune of Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ as I performed my impromptu striptease, moving my hips in the best Magic Mike impersonation I could manage. I felt silly, but the heat in Damon’s gaze kept me going.

By the time I was shirtless and had pulled my belt free from its loops, cracking it in the air like a whip before I dropped it to the ground, Damon was stroking his dick and making the sweetest whimpering sounds.

I turned around and faced the bathroom door as I poppedthe button over my fly, then unzipped, hooking my thumbs into the waistbands of both my jeans and underwear. Still humming, I swayed my hips and inched the fabric down, exposing a hint of my ass cheeks.

Damon whined low in the back of his throat. Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned.

“See somethin’ you like, darlin’?”

He nodded and swallowed roughly. “Stop teasing, Rex.”

That got a laugh out of me. “But you wanted a show.”

“I’ve changed my mind. Please. I need…” he squirmed, his hold on his dick tightening on his next upstroke. I was worried he was going to hurt himself.

Abandoning the act, I dropped my pants and stepped out of them, making a beeline for the bed.

“Still want the rope?” I asked, “Or just my knot?”

The pun, lame as it was, wasn’t even intentional. It went over his head anyway. Or maybe he was just so horny he didn’t care for my silly jokes at that point.

With his eyes shut, he tilted his head back and sighed, as though my proximity had eased some of his desperation. “Tie me up, Alpha. I’m yours.”

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