Alpha & Omega: The Complete Collection

by Belinda Burke

  The omega swore, arched his back as much as he could then bucked down, thighs taut, the muscles in them and his buttocks tight and shaking, his hips jerking, his arms twitching, tugging fruitlessly at the restraint. The cuffs at his ankles jangled against the bar holding them open, and slowly, each step more careful than the last, Stelios rounded the furs and stopped by Niketas’ head.

  He was sweating, panting, his mouth open under the blindfold and his lips red where he’d bitten them. From here Stelios could see that he did have clamps on, bright, new steel ones pinching the tips of his nipples tightly. That was the chiming sound, the chain between them moving against itself, delicately weighted and attached to something the Alpha couldn’t see through the ends of ribbon hanging from Niketas’ bow.

  Tease. But he had to stop and stroke his cock again, because the sight of Niketas like this, and knowing he’d done it on purpose, all for him… That the omega didn’t know he was there… It had his cock throbbing, as hard as it had ever been. Stelios played with the dial in his other hand, watching Niketas’ face change as he moved the vibration up, then down. He kept the vibration a little more intense for a little longer every time.

  God I want him. Fuck.

  The game had gone on long enough—or this part of it, anyway. He reached across Niketas’ back, almost touching him, and moved his hands up to the omega’s shoulders, hovering them an inch away from his skin. Niketas shivered, looked up sharply as if suddenly aware, hoping or anticipating, licked his lips and moaned a little. But the blindfold was still tight over his eyes, and there was no response, and the room was silent, and he dropped his head again after a minute.

  “Sir—thought he’d—fuck. Taking so long—” But his voice was the only sound, deadened by the furs.

  Then Stelios let his hands fall that last inch, ran his hands down from Niketas shoulders to his wrists, then back up again to his chin, cupped his jaw in one hand and dropped to his knees to kiss him as Niketas gasped and lurched against his restraints, trying to press against Stelios’ touch.

  Niketas’ startled sound, the shocked moan, “Sir!”, that slipped out of his mouth and into Stelios’ kiss was just what the Alpha had wanted. He kissed Niketas once more before he stood and gave in to the urge that had been lurking in him since the moment he’d opened the bedroom door. He walked around him, touching him, eating him up with his eyes, then ran his hand over the arch of his omega’s spine, up into his hair and down to his shoulder, over his collarbone and down to tug on the chain attached to the nipple clamps.

  “Look at you, look at you. What a picture—what a pretty present you make. All tied up for me. Even a ribbon. Even a bow.”

  The red flush in Niketas’ cheeks darkened, and he licked his lips before he spoke. “Merry Christmas, Sir.”

  Stelios stared down at him hungrily, and passed a thumb over his lips. “Perfect. You are—just perfect. Do you know that? Do you know that? Absolutely perfect, mate.” Then he stepped back, and considered. What first? He turned his attention to the paddle and flogger, as unfamiliar as the rest of what Niketas had done himself up with. He could do it with Niketas on his knees, the omega had tied himself up well…but Stelios wanted him on his feet now, wanted to be able to see all of him. Besides, he’d probably been kneeling like that for too long now anyway.

  Easily, he unhooked the chain holding Niketas’ wrists and slid it through the pulley on the near wall, then pulled a little at a time. Niketas jerked at the tension, then relaxed and let the chain take his weight as Stelios pulled him up into the air for just a moment, so he could get his feet under him with the spreader bar still holding his ankles apart.

  The omega groaned, then sighed as he settled into the new position, legs spread, arms held straight up over his head and bound at the wrist. But it was the rest of him that held Stelios’ attention—the red bow tied just under his abs, the ribbon gleaming against his skin where it was wrapped around his hips, his thighs, red as blood. He’d crushed the loops of the bow a bit with his squirming, and his cock had dripped onto his thighs and stained the ribbon.

  It only made him look even more wanton, debauched and denied and…perfect. The Alpha reached out, pulled one end of the bow and spoke conversationally as he unwrapped his present.

  “How long have you been waiting for me like this, mate? At least a half hour, that’s how long I’ve been watching you, playing with you—are the new toys part of your gift?” He tugged again on the chain connecting the nipple clamps, then tugged a little more when he saw it was connected to a ring just under the head of the omega’s cock, too. Niketas nodded, sucked in a breath and groaned. “Half an—half an hour? You were—that was you? I knew I hadn’t heard you come in when you touched me, but—”

  “Mmhmm. I opened the door and there you were on your knees for me, all tied up. I almost went for the paddle first, just to see your ass all nice and red for me, but then I saw the remotes and I couldn’t resist playing with you just a little.”

  He ticked the remote for the plug up to three, then thumbed the dial on the white one. This time he could see what it was doing, Niketas’ cock buzzing with the intensity of the vibration coming from the ring wrapped under the head. No wonder it was so much thicker than the one at the base. And his whole cock was throbbing, the tip leaking…Stelios did not have one of these, and now he wondered why. What a delicious little device, what a sweet way to add more torment to his teasing of his mate.

  “Can I—can I come for you? Sir, I wanna come so bad—”

  “I bet you do. But not yet—and I’ll help you hold back.”

  “Sir…”

  “It’s a nice flogger, Niketas. Let’s see if I can get you as red as it is, hmm? Same safe word as always, alright?”

  “Umbrella. Yes, Sir.”

  Stelios stalked around his mate and started with soft strikes in unpredictable places, liking the way Niketas lifted himself toward the touch of the leather, the way his body clenched, anticipating the strikes.

  The flogger left red stripes on his skin, patterns of flush and pale flesh. Stelios made new ones as they faded, over Niketas’ abs, his chest, his back and his buttocks. Occasionally he paused to turn up the vibration on the plug, thumb the head of Niketas’ leaking cock, play with the vibrating ring or tug on the dangling chain, tempting him with its chime every time the flogger touched Niketas’ skin and his body shook in response. Sharper hits made the omega moan, then cry out, and Stelios watched his cock swelling thicker in the rings, getting harder with every strike until the Alpha gave him a few right on his throbbing cock.

  “Sir. Sir. Need to come, need to—please, please.”

  “You do not need. Not yet.” Then he put down the flogger, knowing that any more would tip Niketas over the edge, and turned his attention to the omega’s sensitive nipples instead.

  At first he loosened the clamps a bit and watched Niketas sigh, moan and relax a little. Then he tightened them more, until the omega’s nipples stood out on his chest, hard dark nubs, and Niketas jerked and cried out a little when Stelios flicked them, tugged on them, lifted the weight and let it drop. Niketas sucked in a breath and bucked up a little, pulled on the chain holding his wrists and got up almost on tiptoe before he sank back, overwhelmed by the vibration of the plug inside him as Stelios turned it up again.

  “Sir. Sir. Want…to come. Sir.”

  “You know better than that, mate.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes. Yes—”

  But he was obviously too close to care, his hips thrusting up into the air, his cock red and swollen, rock hard and dripping. Stelios picked up the paddle and turned it in his hand. He was surprised Niketas had bought it. He wouldn’t have bought it if he didn’t like it, didn’t want it, but…it was an odd choice for his omega.

  Stelios loved to paddle him, listen to Niketas moan and curse and beg, watch his ass turn that lovely shade of red, until just the heat of his hands was enough to make his mate curse with the sting. But the way he always complained, Stelios
hadn’t thought it was one of Niketas’ favorites.

  Stelios hefted this new one, then looked at it more closely. Mahogany, and a nice weight, with stars raised on the surface of the wood. He grinned a little—those would end up on Niketas’ skin, wouldn’t they? —then swung and struck once, testing. Niketas arched, a sharp, surprised curve of his body. He’d been expecting the flogger again, then. But he pressed back after just a moment, pushed his ass out for more, and Stelios bit his lip.

  Again, a sharper smack, and again—until the Alpha got to five, and then he stopped, ran his palm over the curve of Niketas’ ass and grinned. There were red stars on the tanned skin, standing out against the general flush.

  “Sir—”

  “What is it you want now? Not more—”

  “Yes. Please, Sir.”

  “So all the fuss you make when I paddle you—”

  “’Cause I like it. ‘Cause I— ‘cause it’s—I dunno but I—please? I saw it and I wanted it and I knew you’d like it. Knew you’d give me hell for it too, but I wanted it. Please?” He stood forward on the balls of his feet, pressed his ass back toward Stelios’ hands, back toward the paddle asking for more, and Stelios couldn’t resist. It had been his intention anyway.

  “Since you’re so honest. Since you ask so nicely…”

  He set the first strike right in the middle, against the flared end of the plug stretching Niketas’ ass. He drove it deeper and turned up the vibration at the same time, then left it there, turned up as high as it would go. Niketas gasped and arched even more, until the spreader bar jangled against his cuffs. “Sir!”

  Stelios smacked him again, and Niketas rocked forward, then back into another stroke of the paddle. The Alpha settled into a steady rhythm, alternating the side he chose to hit, whether it was close to the plug or lower, near the sweet spot where his ass met his thighs.

  All the while Niketas chanted Sir and yes and harder under his breath.

  Chapter Three

  Niketas tried to focus on the sting as Stelios paddled him, on the heat, the sharp pain as it faded and added to the burn of his skin. His cock was throbbing, so hard it hurt, and he would have cursed himself for buying the damn ring except that Stelios was so obviously pleased by it, playing with it and with him—and it felt good, too, the buzzing vibration right against the most sensitive spot on his cock, just under the head.

  The plug buried in his ass didn’t help either, especially not now that Stelios had turned it up so high. It was vibrating right against his prostate, making it all he could do not to come, but he wanted more even if he still wasn’t allowed.

  He wanted Stelios to fuck him with it, or just to pull it out of him and actually fuck him. He wanted Stelios to stroke his cock, make him come, let him come—except that he refused to beg too much. This was for his mate, for Christmas—for Stelios, not for him, even if he enjoyed it, even if…

  “Aren’t you going to beg for me anymore?”

  Fuck. “S-Sir?”

  “Usually you can’t keep your mouth shut. Something wrong, mate?”

  “Sir I—this is for you, so I was trying not to…”

  “But then you should be screaming for me.”

  “Sir?”

  The sound of Stelios’ voice was circling him. “Haven’t I made it clear enough yet that I like to listen to your noises? Like to make you cry out for me, beg for me?”

  “I—yeah. Yeah—ah!” Sharp and sudden, the paddle caught him across the bottom of both buttocks, and he cried out. He hadn’t been expecting that one—and then Stelios hit him again, just a little higher, overlapping that last blow.

  “What did you say, Niketas?”

  “I—oh fuck.” A third strike interrupted him, and he took a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, Sir! Sorry, Sir, I meant—I mean yes, Sir. Yes—Sir—ah!” Another, and then he heard Stelios moving, felt himself moving a moment later and sighed as he was suddenly able to lower his arms.

  Niketas rolled his shoulders and stretched as much as he could with his wrists still bound. Warm fingers took care of that too, freed his hands completely, and the omega rubbed his wrists, soothing them as his blood flow returned to normal. He reached out then, and forgetting that his legs were still bound to the spreader bar he tried to take a step forward when he failed to find Stelios with his hands.

  He jerked to a stop, his right foot caught by the bar, and almost toppled, but Stelios caught him and set him back on his feet.

  “Wait—stay still. Still.”

  Niketas licked his lips, fingers twitching, but obeyed. There was a rustle, and he felt the cuffs on his ankles moving, the heat of Stelios’ fingers against the skin, soothing where the cuffs had rubbed. One at a time, he unfastened them, but Niketas cared more about the fact that Stelios was on his knees between his feet than that he was free to move now. He could feel the humid warmth of his Alpha’s breath on his thigh, and suddenly he wanted Stelios’ mouth on him more than anything else.

  “Sir. Please suck my cock, Sir.” The hoarse urgency of his own voice was almost embarrassing, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not in front of his mate…who still hadn’t answered him. And he’d been unbound, but he was still blindfolded, and didn’t dare undo it himself, so he couldn’t see if Stelios was smirking at him, or giving him that thoughtful, burning look, or doing something else—

  Then there was tongue, hot and rough and wet, swirling around the tip of his cock. He jerked his hips forward, but Stelios put his hands on Niketas’ thighs and held him still, closed his mouth around the head of the omega’s cock and kept it there while he rolled his tongue over the tip a few times. Then the Alpha pulled back and left Niketas gasping, rocking forward against his hands looking for more of that feeling.

  “That’s all you get, mate. I can’t suck you with that ring on your cock and I like it too much to take it off before I make you come with it.” Niketas swore, and then again when Stelios started licking at the tip of his erection. “It’s too bad, really. Such a hard choice—you taste good, Niketas.”

  “Sir—”

  “Maybe later. Now, on your back for me. Here—”

  He took hold of Niketas’ arms and guided him a little way across the furs, then down. He tugged on the chain for the clamps again, renewing the heat and ache in his nipples, pulling on his cock almost enough to hurt. Niketas whimpered, panted—his cock was so sensitive, so needy, that he’d almost forgotten about his nipples again. And now—

  Stelios dropped the chain, let the weight swing free, and Niketas cried out again. The hard little buds were on fire, pulsing, throbbing in time with his erection, and he was so close. So close.

  “Sir, please! Need to—need to—to—fuck Sir let me come, lemme come, gotta, Sir, please I gotta—please! Lemme come, c’mon, c’mon, I need—”

  “You need what I say. Don’t you dare come yet, I’m not through playing with you.”

  “Sir I can’t, I can’t, gonna—Sir.”

  The plug had shifted inside him as he lay back, was pressed tight against his prostate, filling him up and vibrating at the same time—so much better and so much worse than the egg Stelios liked to use on him. He whined, caught himself reaching for his cock and fisted his hands in the furs by his head instead. As if in punishment for the thought, Stelios chose that moment to turn the vibration up on the cock ring, and Niketas threw his head back and cried out.

  “You going to come for me?”

  “Sir—”

  “Going to come for me, make a mess out of yourself before I even get my cock in you?”

  “Sir I, you said no, can I—Sir please can I—please!”

  There was a pause, as if Stelios was thinking about it. Then the vibration on the ring cycled up, and rough fingers plucked at his nipples, rolling them around. “Yes.” Niketas sucked in a breath, but immediately, impatiently, Stelios tugged on them again. “Come on, if you want it so bad why aren’t you coming for me, hmm?”

  Niketas moaned, shook his head and panted
, straining, right on the edge. So close, he was so close—

  Pain. Blinding, sudden pain, first in one nipple, then the other as Stelios loosened the clamps just enough, then tugged them off. He gasped sharply, exhaled all the air in his lungs and then sucked in a breath only to do it again as the vibration in his ass intensified. The plug pressed against his prostate tamed the pain with pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. The climax that had been so close now seemed impossibly out of reach, and Niketas choked back a sob, shuddered all over and almost cried when Stelios pinched his nipples cruelly, turned up both vibrators all the way and left them like that.

  “What’s wrong, mate? Thought you wanted to come, needed to. Why haven’t you come for me yet?”

  “Oh God—God. Sir, just a little more, please, just a little—so close, so close, Sir—”

  “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to turn it all off and make you wait. Is that what you want?”

  “No, God, I need—Sir! Please! Let me come, I’m gonna come, I—”

  “Then come.”

  Something in the way his mate said it was enough. Niketas had only a moment, in which his eyes went wide behind the blindfold, then rolled back in his head. The vibrators, his cock, his ass—his orgasm hit him like a train, rolled over him and kept coming. The cock ring made him feel every pulse a thousand times more intensely as they were finally forced out of him. Thick, hot jets of come splashed up onto his chest, his shoulder, then dripped hot down the shaft of his cock and over the ring.

  Gasping, shuddering, he lay back and lay twitching. The vibration from the plug was still rolling through him, stimulating oversensitive nerve endings. His prostate was a hot ache in his ass, his cock still rock hard, suffering the buzz of the ring—and then it went off. For a second time, the overwhelming vibration was replaced by the rough, wet strokes of Stelios’ tongue, the soft heat of his lips.

  Niketas reached down and tangled his fingers in his mate’s hair, tried to push him away, off his cock, but Stelios only pulled back enough to unchain and unfasten the sticky metal of the cock ring. The omega’s relief was short lived. There was a clatter as Stelios put it down to one side, and then the Alpha’s mouth descended again, just as hot, just as irresistible. Niketas kept his fingers where they were, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to shove him off now or drag him down further onto his cock.