Page 12 of His Gift
Immediately, I was thrown out of the scene a little. Thanks?
“You can take him up to your suite now,” Hamish said, a little less like he was in character.
“Oh, right,” Mr. W said, jolting a little. He looked at me again and grabbed my upper arm stiffly, like he wasn’t entirely certain that’s what he should be doing. “Come with me, um, you,” he said.
Okay. That wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting from this event. I stayed in character as much as I could without, well, frankly, spooking Mr. W. I’d played enough to know when someone was vicious and sadistic and when they were just testing the waters to see if they were actually kinky or not.
My immediate impression of Mr. W was that he was not. He looked anxious as he led me out of the auction room and along the corridor to the lobby. He paused for a moment to pull his room key out of his pocket, fumbling it a bit, then nodded andmarched me on across the lobby and down a shorter corridor to a room marked with a seven.
“This is us,” he said, smiling nervously at me, then clearing his face and putting on an expression he maybe thought was tough. It was actually a bit comical.
What had Caden and Hamish been thinking when they picked this guy out for me?
On second thought, I didn’t care. Mr. W was hot as hell, and it wasn’t like he was inviting me in to play checkers.
“Now, omega,” Mr. W began as he shoved me into the room, then shut and locked the door behind him, “um?—”
He just stared at me, standing there in the beautifully decorated lodge suite, hands still zip tied behind my back, drool seeping out from around the ball gag, hard and perky for him, with slick oozing down my thighs, making me itchy and horny.
He didn’t have a clue what to do with me.
I made a sound and pushed my tongue against the ball gag. When Mr. W met my eyes, I did it again.
“Oh, right,” he said, jumping forward a little, like I’d given him an order.
Okay. That was different. But if he wanted to play things that way, I’d been known to top from the bottom.
Mr. W stepped behind me and undid the buckles holding the ball gag to my face. Once those were loose, he pulled it away from my face, popping the ball out of my mouth. I made a small sound of relief and worked the stiffness from my jaw for a second.
“I don’t see any scissors to cut the zip tie around your wrists,” Mr. W said in a distracted, definitely not in character voice.
“They’re on the cabinet over there,” I said, also not in character for a second, nodding across the room. “But don’t cut the zip tie just yet.”
“Really?” Mr. W asked, surprised.
I had to think fast to decide how to handle the weird situation Caden and Hamish had thrown at me. I didn’t want to offend Mr. W, but he definitely needed a guiding hand to get started.
“I’m your captive,” I said. “You’ve got me at a disadvantage. I have to do what you say and give my body to you. Keep my hands restrained behind my back for a bit so you feel more powerful and I feel vulnerable.”
“That’s what you want?” Mr. W asked.
“Isn’t that why we’re here?” I asked in return.
“Oh, right. Shit. Sorry.”
Definitely a newbie.
I took a deep breath, centering myself in the situation I’d been handed. I was good at switching things up on the fly and taking charge, even with alphas, when I needed to. I mean, I would rather have just subbed out while an alpha used the hell out of me, but wasn’t that who I was? Enzo, the one who steps up and takes charge when everything was in chaos?
“Look, just to be clear, I like this shit. I get off on rough sex. There’s nothing you could do that would hurt or shock me. For the sake of the scene, I might pretend like I’m not willing, but believe me, I am. So whatever your fantasy is, whatever you’ve always secretly dreamed of doing to an omega when you rub one out in the shower or in the middle of the night when no one is watching, you can do that to me.”
I could tell from the way his pupils dilated and a flush came to his face that Mr. W had a few fantasies tucked away in the back of his tidy and presentable mind. It was always the straitlaced ones who were the dirtiest once they let themselves go.
“I don’t know how to start,” he blurted, glancing down slightly.
His embarrassed flush was more of a blush. My cock jerked in response and another trickle of slick escaped my hole. Isuddenly knew how I needed to play this so we could both have a good time.
“Let me serve you, Master,” I said, going full-on eager sub. “Let me serve you with my mouth and my hole. My body belongs to you now.”
