Page 6 of His Innocent Omega
He dropped to his knees in a smooth, agile move and I felt his warm breaththere. It heated and cooled my slick, and another full body shiver raced through me, causing me to shake like I was in the throes of a high fever.
“What a pretty hole you have, boy. I can’t wait to see it all red and puffy when I’m done with it, gaping open with my cum dripping out of it.”
If I had thought my dick couldn’t get any harder than it already was, it proved me wrong with his dirty, descriptive words.
Standing, he moved to the edge of the bed and sank down onto it, his thick thighs bulging. “Safe word?”
Fuck.I’d been trying to come up with the perfect safe word for months in anticipation of when I would finally be in a position to need one, and nothing had felt right so far.
When he continued to silently stare at me with that hard look on his face, that for whatever reason I foundsexy as fuck, I blurted, “Star Wars.”
It was the first thing that popped into my head and I had no idea why. He snorted in what I hoped was amusement, but he didn’t question my choice further.
“As a standard, I use the traffic light system. Green for everything is good. Yellow for slow down, let’s talk about things. Red, or your safe word, and everything stops. You can safe word at any time, for any reason. No questions asked and no repercussions. Though I might want to talk about what went wrong, what you're feeling, and if we can change anything to continue or completely stop for the night.” He explained clinically. “Are you good with that?”
“Yes, Sir.” Because he hadn’t directed me to move yet, I didn’t.
“Good. Now come over here, across my knees.”
This was really happening.
Spanking was one of the kinks I’d wanted to explore for a long time. Not just as a form of punishment, but it would be one of my first picks if I had a say in any kind of discipline. Reading about domestic discipline had intrigued me. It too was something I wanted to try if I found the right person. I knew that domestic discipline was different than being spanked as a form of punishment.
Dick swinging, I made my way over to him slowly and gingerly draped myself over his knees. It was a little strange and slightly embarrassing. In a way it made me feel like a child, until I became aware of his very hard dick pushing against me. For a moment, a wave of panic surged through me at the thought of him stretching and filling my virgin hole, replacing my earlier lust for the very same thing. Heat washed over me at the thought of him entering me. Desire mixed with the slight tinge of panic, and it felt like my cheeks were on fire when I hid my face againstthe scratchy bedspread.
His hand smoothed down the middle of my shoulder blades, and over my ample rump. I sighed at his strong, sure touch, letting the air out of my lungs with a soft whooshing noise.
“You listed spanking as one of your kinks,” he kneaded my ass, and I almost couldn’t focus on his words. My head was all cloudy and mushy again, being this close to him. Touching him. His alpha pheromones wrapped around me like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. “As a punishment or a pleasure?”
It took me a few seconds longer than it should have for me to understand what he was asking. “Both?”
I could almost feel him trying not to smile at the way I made my answer sound like a question. My voice was laced with uncertainty, like I was taking a pop quiz over material I hadn’t read yet.
“Is this your first spanking?” The kneading had stopped, but now his extra-large hand ghosted softly over the mounds of my ass cheeks. Goosebumps pebbled my skin, despite the heat that washed over me in undulating waves from his touch.
I could lie and tell him I’d been spanked plenty of times. But for some reason, I just knew he’d be able to tell I was lying to him. And I found myself wanting to be honest with him. I didn’t know him from a stranger on the street, but there was something about him that just made me feel safe. Like it was okay to be me–Wyatt–the real me. The version of me I kept buried so deep inside myself, I was afraid he might be lost forever if I didn’t do something drastic to rescue him.
The fact that I knew I would never see this stranger again was part of the appeal to tell him the truth. But it went beyond that. There was something about this alpha that made me want to open my mouth and tell himthings. Tell himallmy truths. Allmy wants, desires, and fantasies.
“Yes.” The word was a mere whisper.
He sighed, then sat me up on my feet so fast the blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. When I stumbled forward, he caught me and sat me down next to him on the soft bed. In another quick, agile move, he was in front of me. On his knees on the hotel carpet, his elbows resting on each side of my slim hips, boxing me in. Trapping me, yet not.
It was a heady feeling, powerful. Looking down at this big alpha in front of me, on his knees.
“Whathaveyou done?” His rough voice was low, demanding, and I knew not responding to his question wasn’t an option.
Again, I thought about making up some outlandish story of experiences I didn’t possess. Instead, I huffed, “Nothing.”
My arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and I could feel my face turning bright pink with the flush of embarrassment.
I knew what was coming. He’d end this scene before we even got started. He stared at me for a full minute, narrowed eyes missing nothing. Nearly black orbs met hazel, neither of us speaking, blinking, or backing down. Barely daring to breathe.
“Whatdoyou want to do tonight?” His voice was soft, a gentleness overriding his brusque tone from earlier.
His question startled me, and without thinking I blurted, “Everything.”
Chapter Four
