8- Play A Quiet Game

We didn’t talk all through the ride home.

He still smelled like an Omega but my scent was all over him now.

The silence should have been suffocating but all I could think about was him. About how he looked under me, how he sounded, how right now, I wanted to pull him into my lap and coat him completely in me so everyone would know to step away.

The moment we reached the house, I could already tell that Chairman Kim was gone. Which meant Mother was the only one left. “I could prepare a warm bath for you. If you have any questions, you can ask—”

He pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

It was desperate and angry, like he was trying to use me to fix everything that was wrong.

And fuck, I’d let him do anything he wanted with me.

The pain on my lip burned but it didn’t hurt. Instead, it started the fire I’d been holding back all night.

My arms reached out to grab him but his hands caught my wrist before I could. He pulled away, panting hard as he searched my face. “I don’t want you fucking touching me. I just…. I just need this to go away. And you said you wanted to help, didn’t you, mobeomsaeng?”

My cock twitched. “I do. But I need to touch you for it to work.”

“No.”

“Ael—”

“Find a way.” He stared at me with anger. At the sudden change of his scent. At the way he was feeling. At everything, including me. “You’re the Alpha. Figure it out.”

The Alpha in me wanted to shower him with my scent to the point he couldn’t do anything but beg me to breed him. I wanted to watch my cum leak out of him with my bite marks all over his pale skin.

But the thing about taming someone was giving them what they wanted. Making them feel safe enough to hand over their trust to you. “Okay, Ael. No hands.” I leaned in, our lips only inches away from each other. “But heats only go away after an Omega is satisfied. You know that.”

His eyes narrowed. “Then satisfy me without your hands.”

I almost laughed.

Brat.

“Alright.” I placed my hands behind me, my head resting on the wall. “First, whatever happens has to be quiet. My Mother is home. The chances of her being drunk to oblivion makes this easy of course but second, if I can't use my hands, you're going to have to tell me exactly what you want. I wanna hear you say it.”

He swallowed hard, the distress was returning. His shirt clung to his body so tight I could see the outline of his nipples.

“So?” I prompted. "What do you want?"

“Go on your knees.”

The words he’d repeated for months to me echoed through my head. I kept my hands behind as I went down slowly, my eyes looking up at him. “We can make this a little more fun. What if I do everything you want with my hands tied and if you moan out by mistake, I fix you— the right way.”

His jaw tightened. I watched the way he bit his lips that I couldn’t kiss. His eyes moved upwards then back to me.

I tilted my head, still on my knees. “You had no problem giving me orders five seconds ago. Now you're shy?”

His scent spiked. The urge to lick him on every single scent gland I could find sprung through me.

I leaned forward, my eyes staying on him as my teeth pulled down his zipper.

Ael’s eyes widened but he said nothing as his pants fell to the floor.

I pressed my face into the damp spot on his briefs. He smelled delicious and addictive. It took all of me not to dart my tongue out as I instead looked at him, trying to keep my voice low. “Can you help me pull it down? Or would you like me to—”

He grabbed my hair and yanked me upwards so I could look at him. The heat had set in again and his dark eyes now had a milky hue in them. “You talk too much.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down. His cock sprung out.

He shoved my head down. “Don’t you dare use your hands.”

His cock was inside my mouth, filling up instantly. His hips twitched, pounding into me like he couldn’t stop.

I held my hands tighter, digging my fingernails into my skin as he fucked my mouth. My cock twitched in my pants as he shoved himself deeper, his scent on my tongue and all over the room as his eyes rolled back. “Fuck. Shit. You’re not fucking moving so why does it feel so good?”

His face was wrinkled, his hair sticking to his face as he tried his hardest not to let out a sound. He was scenting so much, filling the entire room.

I didn't move an inch, keeping my head steady and my mouth wide, so he could do what he wanted. The sight of him trying so hard to maintain his dominance and control was almost too pathetic to stop him.

“Neven.” He growled, his hand in my hair tightening as he tried to pace himself. “Fuck, this is all your fault.”

It is.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, moving to the underside as I hummed quietly around him.

His whole body jerked like l'd shocked him. A strangled gasp leaving his mouth before he slapped a hand over his own mouth, eyes going wide with panic.

I pulled back just enough to speak while brushing my lips on his tip. “That almost sounded like a moan, Ael.”

He yanked my hair hard enough to sting. “It wasn't—”

I took him deep again, hollowing my cheeks, and this time I didn't stay still. I bobbed my head, hands still locked behind my back.

Every time he twitched or gasped, I hummed just a little and watched him shake and stutter, his hand now moving through my hair. “S-stop doing that. Jigeum ssago sipji anayo.”

I don’t want to cum now.

I looked up at him through my lashes.

His face was ruined— flushed down to his throat, sweat beading at his temples, that milky haze in his eyes getting thicker as he begged me.

I thrusted my head further down, making sure he hit the back of my throat.

He threw his head back at the sudden movement, his mouth falling apart as he moaned out loud, his hips jamming harder. And harder down my throat. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming—”

His sweet cum exploded down my throat, hot and thick like honey and I swallowed every drop with my eyes still on him, unable to look away.

His hand stayed fisted in my hair, tremors running through his thighs as he rode out the last waves of his release.

When I finally pulled back, all the punches I’d received on my face was suddenly hurting all at once and my lips stung so much I could barely moving them without pain but I stood up, holding him up.

He was a mess.

Breathing hard like a ran a marathon, his shirt drenched with the milky haze in his eyes worse than before. The burnt sugar smelled like caramel mixed with coconut milk all of a sudden, demanding that I lick up every drop of sweat on him.

And satisfy him permanently.

“Ael?”

He looked up at me.

“You failed.” I said quietly. “Are you ready to have your punishment?”