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I was eager to get the ball-gag out of my mouth and to replace it with the much larger bulge I could see in his trousers when he let my chin go and I dropped my head.
“I’ve got something for you,” Boston said, reaching into his jacket pocket. I heard the light clink of chain before he pulled out what looked like a dog collar with a lead.
Yep. Whoever had done the matching for this event had been spot-on when they’d paired me and Boston up. I could already feel it.
I whimpered and cried around my ball-gag as Boston fastened the humiliating collar around my neck then tugged on the chain to make me walk forward. “I’ve got so much in store for you, pretty little omega,” Boston said as we headed through a door one of the attendants opened for us.
I squinted once we were in the hallway outside the stage room. It was a bit of a shock to find that it led straight into the lobby of the opulent ski lodge, but since the entire place had been reserved for the auction event, I didn’t think anyone who shouldn’t would see Boston leading me through the public area and up a wide, curved staircase to the second floor. All the same, the idea that someone might see me, bound and captive, fired my blood.
Boston was silent as he pulled me along to one of the suites at the end of the second-floor hallway then opened the door with a key card. Once we were inside the beautiful suite, he shut the door behind us and locked it like he was making a show of the fact I was trapped with no way out.
“So pretty,” he growled, backing me against the wall and running a hand over my body possessively. “But I doubt you’ll stay pretty for long once I get to work.”
I sobbed around the ball-gag, but the sound was as much from joy as fear. I had the feeling this was going to be a night I wouldn’t ever forget.
“Let’s start by getting rid of this,” Boston said, reaching behind my head to undo the fastenings of the ball-gag, thank God.
As soon as the hard, rubber ball popped wetly out of my mouth I jumped right into character. “Help me,” I moaned. “I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s going on. Please, get me out of here. Please!”
Boston grinned slyly at my pleas, then clamped a hand around my throat and pushed my head back against the wall. It was the simplest move, but it demonstrated instantly that he had complete control over me, over my body, even over the air I breathed.
“Cry all you want, boy, but I intend to teach your father a lesson.”
I blinked, suddenly thrown out of the scene for a moment. My father? What did my father have to do with this? Did Boston know my father?
Fuck, it reallywouldbe some sort of revenge if word of how I got off made its way back to my father. It would boil his blood to see his golden boy show pony fucked and humiliated by a hulking, sadistic alpha.
Heat like an inferno started to pulse in my core. It spread fast, radiating from within and causing my hole to leak slick like someone had left the sink on. Need as gripping as anything I’d ever felt consumed me. I needed this alpha in front of me to bathe me and fill me with his seed, and I needed it now.
“Please,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. “Oh, God, please!”
Boston narrowed his eyes as he studied me, still in character, but also thinking. His nostrils flared, like he could smell my heat starting, although I wasn’t sure if his brain figured it out yet.
“Please, yes,” he rumbled, taking a step back from me so he could shove me to my knees. “You’re going to start pleasing me right now.”
It was arguably out of character, but I slipped easily into a subby pose, knees apart and back slightly curved as I looked up at him. My chest rose and fell desperately as the desire to give my alpha whatever he wanted, no matter how humiliating, took over every corner of my mind.
I wept even harder when Boston quickly undid his suit trousers and reached in to pull out his enormous cock. My heart stuttered at its size, and at the size of his heavy balls.
“You worship this from now on,” Boston growled, holding the base of his cock with one hand and fisting his other in my hair to yank my head up to where he wanted it. “This is your sole focus and your reason for being. It’s your punishment and your reward. Do you understand?”
As much as I was desperate for that cock, I had a part to play. “No!” I whined and wept. “No, I can’t, I?—”
Boston did exactly what I hoped he’d do. While my mouth was open, he surged forward and pushed his erection past my lips, filling my mouth. He kept going, filling my throat and silencing any mock protest I might have made. I looked up at him in fake distress, eyes streaming with real tears, but I was as far from distress as could be.
He growled deep in his throat as he pumped in my mouth, tilting his head back with the pleasure using me gave him. I moaned as well, sucking and begging for more. My gag reflex wasn’t anywhere in sight, which was another certain sign of just how perfectly the two of us matched up. We were so compatible that the second we were alone I’d gone into heat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Boston
Ishould have known from the sudden, sharp increase in Lucien’s strawberry ice cream scent that he’d gone into heat. The dossier I’d been given said it was a possibility, though not a guarantee. I was too wrapped up in the heady pleasure of his warm, wet mouth and the tears streaking his face as he looked desperately up at me to pick up on the clues at first, though.
God, Lucien’s mouth was a wonder! Despite crying and pretending to be a confused and terrified captive, he knew exactly how to suck and use his tongue to tease even more pleasure out of what could have been a utilitarian action. Once I was working deeper and deeper into his throat, I let go of myself and gripped his hair with both hands as I let myself go. It was fully in character for me to go for a quick and dirty orgasm, and as I spilled into his throat with a grunt, I had no worries about stamina. I could maintain control when I wanted to.
Now, however, I needed that first release out of the way so I could deal with the curveball our playtime had just been thrown.
“That’s it, boy,” I growled, pulling out enough to spew the last of my orgasm over Lucien’s gaping, gasping mouth. Damn, he looked even prettier with my cum spread across his wet, red mouth. “I’m your master now, and that’s just a taste of everything you’re going to give me.”
