by Aspen Grey
“You what?” he replied, raising his eyebrows at me.
“I need the keys,” I repeated. “We gotta get out of here.”
“How am I supposed to get home?” he asked.
“Get a taxi, or one of those kids from that app or whatever,” I replied. I could hear some commotion behind us. The alpha I’d decked obviously wasn’t taking no for an answer, and wanted to come start more shit. “Just give me the keys, Dominic!”
“Okay, okay,” Dom said, giving in. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his keys from his pocket. I snatched them from him quickly and pulled Keiran toward the door.
“Hey!” the alpha shouted behind me. “Stop that son of a bitch!”
But it was too late. I had Keiran, and we were out the door.
“Come on,” I told him. “I’m getting you out of here.”
6
Keiran
I’m out of my mind, I thought as I slid into the passenger seat of a car that looked like something out of the movies. That’s the only explanation.
Cole’s scent had hit me like a bag full of bricks right to the forehead, and I was still reeling from its effects. I’d just gotten off a bus and now I was being chauffeured somewhere by the hottest alpha on the fucking planet, in a car that cost more than the entire town of Courtland.
“Where are we going?” I managed to say as Cole pulled out of the parking lot and sped up the road away from the club. The lights of Los Angeles blurred outside the windows as we picked up speed.
“I’m taking you home,” he replied, sliding a strong hand onto my thigh. “You don’t belong in a place like that.”
A place like what? The Fox Hole?
Hadn’t we just met there?
“But you do?” I replied. It was a sassy statement, and I knew that, but I was completely terrified by what was happening. It wasn’t that I was scared of him or what he was going to do to me. I was scared of just how quickly the feelings were flowing out of me.
“You know what I mean,” he said. “You don’t need to be working at a place like that.”
“But, you don’t know anything about me,” I replied. I felt small beside him, but in a good way. This was a man I could never hope to fight off if he wanted to do something terrible to me, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t. And if I somehow could know that, was it that strange to think he might know something about me?
“I know enough to know you don’t belong in a sleazy club giving dances to shitheads like that guy back there,” he told me as the car sped through the streets. We were heading away from downtown.
“Where is your house?” I asked him.
“Hollywood Hills,” he replied. My heart almost stopped. Was this really happening?
“You’re joking,” I said, unable to comprehend what was happening.
“Okay, you don’t believe me,” he grinned. “You’ll see when we get there.”
We sat in silence for a while as he drove, his hand still resting on my knee. Not even three days ago I was working at Thatcher’s, and now I was riding in the nicest car I’d ever seen, next to the most gorgeous alpha on the face of the earth, heading for his house in the Hollywood Hills. It didn’t seem real. Had I suddenly stepped into a movie?
“What happened to your nose?” Cole’s words startled me and I brought my hand to my nose.
“Damn, I was hoping no one would notice by now.”
“It’s not that bad, but it looks like someone hit you pretty good,” he replied.
“Yeah...some dirtbag,” I muttered. I wasn’t too keen on revealing the details of my past just yet, and telling him that one of my customers back at the brothel had socked me in the face because I wasn’t into what he wanted to do didn’t seem like a great idea.
“You seem to attract them,” he replied.
“Tell me about it,” I grumbled. Cole squeezed my leg, sending a warm fuzzy feeling through me. It was like he actually cared about me, and I’d all but forgotten what that felt like.
As we swung into the hills, I started to feel like I was dreaming. Houses bigger than anything I’d ever seen flanked me on all sides. Modern white boxes, concrete palaces, and homes that looked like something from the English countryside in one of those old movies. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much one of them cost.
“Wow,” I said, my eyes glued out the window.
“Where are you from?” Cole asked me. I felt stupid even saying it.
“Maine,” I admitted.
“Isn’t that like Canada?” he joked. “What brought you to Los Angeles? Where are you staying?”
“I’m – I don’t have a place yet,” I told him. “I just got here. Took the bus. I just had to get out of there.”
“Wow,” Cole replied as the car slowed. “Well, you’ve got a place now.”
I looked out the windshield as a slick black gate slid to the side and revealed Cole’s home. It was ultra-modern, a combination of glass, concrete and steel. The driveway sloped up from the street, then down again. There was a garage door, but Cole just parked in front of it.
“Home sweet home,” he smiled. He got out of the car, and before I could follow, came around to my side and opened the door for me. I stepped out, and must have looked like a total idiot with my jaw hanging open.
The night was warm, my nose was filled with Cole’s sweet scent and I was staring up at a house fit for a celebrity.
Cole chuckled and took my hand. “Come inside.”
I let him lead me up the stairs to the massive front door. It was a solid concrete panel that looked like it weighed a metric ton, but slid open with ease. Cole motioned for me to go ahead of him. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
I was standing in a small foyer that branched into two hallways on either side.
“Leave your shoes here,” Cole told me. As I slid out of them, I realized I’d left my bag back at the club.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“What is it?”
“I left all my clothes back at the Fox Hole.”
“Don’t worry about that,” he told me. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow. You can get whatever you’d like.”
Holy Hell! What was going on? The world had done a giant backflip and I was still trying to get my footing, and here Cole was, making my world spin with every sentence.
I felt his hand on mine, strong and warm, and looked up into his commanding gaze. “Come on, let me show you the rest of the house.”
7
Cole
I could barely contain myself as I led Keiran through the house. My place was modern, and the floorplan was not traditional in any sense of the word. We stepped out from the hallway into the main room of the home. It was large and minimalist, with modern furniture and a wall of glass that looked out over the pool and the back yard. On our left was the kitchen with the high-top counter and on the right was my private office where I spent all my time when I was working from home.
Cole’s eyes went wide as he looked the place over. He’d never been in a place like that, and I found myself wondering what it was like where he was from. I’d have to ask him about it sometime, but right now my mind was on other things.
“What do you think?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.
“It’s…” His voice trailed off as he looked across the room, from my sixty-inch TV, to the sleek modern walnut coffee table to the pool outside. “It’s amazing.”
Keiran’s scent was getting to be too much for me to resist. His skin against my skin was such an aphrodisiac that I felt myself starting to get hard under my suit pants. I wouldn’t be able to hide it either. The fabric was thin. If he looked down, he’d see my bulge.
“Let me show you the rest of the house,” I told him, leading him back down the hall toward my bedroom.
I was walking in front of him, but I wasn’t happy about that. I couldn’t check him out from this angle, so as we passed the bathroom, I stepped aside and let him go first, motioning ahead of me like a gentleman.
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sp; “This is your…bedroom?” he asked, stepping in front of me.
“It is,” I replied, not really paying attention to the conversation. All I could see was that beautiful booty swaying back and forth in front of me. Normally, I’d be putting the moves on him by now. If he was any other omega, that is – but of course he wasn’t. And I had something special in mind for tonight. If he was up for it…
I stopped in the doorway behind him as he looked over my room. I kept it simple but elegant. A platform bed, with Charlotte Thomas bedsheets that cost more than most people paid in rent for half the year. The floor was Brazilian cherry and like the living room, a large glass window looked out over Los Angeles. I had another TV behind a sliding panel on the wall, keeping it out of view when not in use.
Many an omega had slid between those sheets with me, and there was no doubt in my mind that Keiran understood that as he turned to me with a look on his face that said, “what now?”
“There’s a game room upstairs,” I told him. “For parties. And a balcony. But that’s not what I want to show you.”
My dick was growing in my pants, and I saw the flicker in his eyes as he noticed. I was practically salivating for him, finding it hard to resist every urge in my body telling me to tear his clothes off and ravage him.
No…I thought, clenching my fists. Not yet.
“Is that what you want to show me?” he asked with a sly grin, tilting his head at my crotch.
Well, that’s very up front! I thought. It surprised me, but probably shouldn’t have. I’d met the guy at the Fox Hole, for God’s sake. He obviously wasn’t the world’s biggest prude.
“Forward, aren’t we?” I grinned back. There was no more need for pretense. I let my hand fall to my crotch and openly rubbed my bulge as I stared at him, letting him know what was in store for him.
“I like to cut through the bullshit,” he replied. “I knew what you wanted the second you laid eyes on me.”
“Oh, is that right?” I asked, stepping right up to him so that our lips were almost touching.
“That’s right,” he replied, startled, but keeping it together. I could see the moisture on his lips and the bulge growing beneath his pants. I wasn’t the only one turned on here.
“And what’s that?” I asked him.
His nostrils flared. He was basking in my scent, just like I was with his. He was playing tough, strong, trying to act like his head wasn’t spinning, but I saw right through him. He was just as lost in me as I was in him.
“A nice warm place to put that,” he replied, reaching out and grabbing my dick through my pants.
Fuck! He is forward!
My dick was as hard as it could get without breaking through my pants. I wanted to bend him over the bed and ram his hole with the fury of a thousand suns, but I held back. There was more in store for him tonight.
“I want more than that,” I told him, snatching him gruffly by the back of his hair, tugging his head back and bringing his lips close to mine. “I want all of you, and you are going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
I saw the flash of hesitation in his eyes as he processed my words. He was confused, and I didn’t blame him, but he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His lips opened, and he barely audibly whispered, “Yes.”
“Yes…?” I let my question hang in the air.
Come on, I thought, urging him on with my eyes. Finish it.
“Yes, sir,” he replied. I smiled and grasped him by the wrist, pulling him across the room to the attached bathroom. At first glance, it looked like your average luxury bathroom, with a large tub, a shower that could fit three people, a sink and a cabinet. But in the corner, there was a full-length mirror. To most people, it would look pretty nondescript, nothing of note. But I knew what lay behind it.
Pulling out the small Bluetooth remote from my suit pocket, I aimed it at the mirror and pressed a button. Latches clicked open, and slowly, the mirror swung open to reveal my secret, the special room I’d had installed and had prepared personally. The one place I’d never brought another omega – until now. I pulled Keiran forward so he could see inside.
“This is more what I had in mind.”
8
Keiran
My jaw almost dropped when I saw what Cole had showed me.
I’d almost fallen over when the mirror swung open to reveal the hidden room. This was some next level shit, like something out of a Bond film, but only if James Bond was the most delicious fox-shifter on the planet, and his Bond girl was a Bond boy with my name. And when I looked across the room, I realized there was probably a little bit of villain in Cole as well.
It was a dungeon. At least, that was the technical term for it. A BDSM dungeon, but there was really nothing “dungeon” about the room.
The walls were blood red, bordering on crimson, and looked like they were some sort of padded material. At the center of the room was a cross between a bed and a reclining table, almost like something from a doctor’s office, and hanging on the walls, or hooked on stainless steel racks around the room, were all types of deviant sexual devices.
With just a quick scan of the room, I saw paddles, switches, cuffs, chains and what must have been anal beads, but I couldn’t be sure. I was just speculating. None of this stuff had been on the menu at Thatcher’s. An actual chill of excitement ran up my spine as I turned back to Cole and saw him standing there with a look I couldn’t quite read.
“What do you think?” he asked me. “Still feeling sure of yourself?”
Something ignited inside me that I hadn’t felt in years. My job at Thatcher’s had really desensitized me to a lot of things. Intimacy was simply something that hadn’t existed in my life. Many people equate sex with intimacy, but when sex is your profession, that’s just not possible. At some point, a job is a job, and I’d learned that in order to survive, I had to lock that piece of myself away deep inside, or I would have died years ago.
I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I knew that this place was special to Cole and he’d never showed it to anyone before. In a sense, we’d already shared an intimate moment together without ever having even laid more than a hand on each other.
“This is…intense,” I said, surveying the room. I heard Cole chuckle behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to him. I could feel his enormous alpha bulge pressed against me.
“This is my special room,” he whispered in my ear, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “And tonight, you’re the special one. Do you know why?”
“Why?” I asked, my voice quivering.
“Because I’ve never brought anyone here before.”
I should have felt trapped, scared or hesitant. But I wasn’t. I was tingling with anticipation, like my body was crying out, “What are you going to do to me?”
My imagination was running wild as I looked around the room. I’d never even seen most of the things hanging on the racks, and that turned me on. My heart was thumping like a rabbit on crack as Cole undid the last button on my shirt.
“You’re trembling,” he said, taking me by the shoulders and turning me around to face him. I felt small before him, looking up into his beautiful, intense eyes that seemed to transfix me in place. “Are you nervous?”
“No,” I replied quickly. I didn’t want him to think there was even a chance of that. He had to know that I was aching for him. His scent was overpowering, and there was a thought in the back of my mind, burning like a quiet ember, telling me something about this man that I was afraid to believe…
Can it really be true?
With blinding speed, Cole tore my pants open at the waist. They fell to my knees and I stood exposed before him. A gentle breeze from the internal air system brushed softly across my skin.
My cock was standing at attention, and when I watched Cole’s eyes move down my body to my arousal, I almost gasped. He reached out and gently took my shaft in his hand, almost as though he was examining it.
“Already hard,” he mused. I couldn’t
tell if he was impressed or delighting in his power over me. Maybe a combination of both. “Such a nice cock.”
“T—thank you,” I stammered. My abs tightened and my hips bucked forward on their own as he gently caressed me with his fingertips.
“Do I turn you on?” he asked me, suddenly tightening his grip. I gasped and brought my eyes to his.
“Yes!” I blurted out. This was incredible. I was really under his control already and I was just standing there. He hadn’t done a thing to me – just touched me gently and I was putty in his hands.
“Good,” he said. Quickly, he gripped my waist and moved me back. His strength was undeniable. Even if I’d wanted to resist, there would have been no way to do so. He was moving me toward the chair at the center of the room. It was more of a massage table or something from a doctor’s office.
He lifted me easily and set me down on my back, pulling my pants from my ankles and tossing them aside. They hit the wall and slid to the floor.
“This will make you more comfortable,” he told me. I stared up at the ceiling as he circled behind me. Something clicked behind me and Cole seized my wrists and lifted my arms behind my head. “And keep you from going anywhere.”
Something clicked behind me and I looked up as Cole clasped two metal cuffs around each of my wrists, securing me to the chair. Again, I should have panicked. I’d just met this guy, at a sleazy club nonetheless, and he was locking me to a chair in his dungeon in the Hollywood Hills. But again, I was not afraid.
“That’s not hurting you is it?” he asked me calmly, moving to my feet.
“No,” I replied, shaking my head as he secured two more cuffs around my legs. I was now completely locked down to the chair…table…whatever it was. I wasn’t going anywhere. Completely naked, my cock stood up like a mast on a ship as Cole circled the table, stopping beside my head. His hand reached out and stroked my hair.
