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“If I say ‘yes’, will you fuck me already?”

Another slap.

“Ah!” I yelped as his hand massaged over my cheek, soothing the burn. “Will you fuck me already,sir?”

“Getting there.”

I could practically hear his smug smirk before he spanked me again. The sound echoed around the room before ringing out again and again, each slap dragging more embarrassing gasps and moans from my lips.

Getting away was impossible. Any time I managed to wiggle an inch away, his large hands pulled me back and licked over my hole again. Emerson’s torturous tongue lapped at the slick dribbling down to my balls, sucking each one into his mouth before spanking me again.

My cheeks burned, spreading down to my upper thighs. As I wiggled in the restraints, slowly gaining more leverage—probably from sweat—my cock throbbed between my legs, painfully hard and leaking precum.

“Do you want me toapologisefor breaking in? Is that what this is?” I panted, barely getting a sentence out before huffing in another wanton breath. “Because I won’t. It was just a job! I don’t meet my clients. I don’t even know their names. I only work as a third party. Nowplease,will youfuck me, Alpha?”

The spanking stopped, his fingers lightly trailing over my behind. Each touch burned like the lick of a flame, making me twitch against him. His thumb circled my hole, barely applying the pressure my omega craved before slipping inside with ease.

“Good boy, Trystan.” Emerson leaned over me and pressed his lips to my temple, his thumb pushing into me further, gently moving around inside. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to stretch this little hole until you can take my knot, and you’re going to ride out your heat seated on my cock, stuffed full of my cum. Is that what you want?”

I whimpered. Fuckingwhimpered.Emerson had me exactly where he wanted me, and this time, I couldn’t wait for him to live up to his promises.

He smoothed a hand under my shirt, down my spine. “Use your words, darling. Or I’ll have to sto—”

“I want it!” Twisting my head around, I met his eyes over my shoulder. “Please, Alpha.”

This time, Emerson was the one to kiss me. Fully dominating my mouth with soft lips and a wicked tongue that had my toes curling. His cool leather scent deepened as I consumed more of him. Layers of earthy, spicy patchouli and a soft wave of vanilla that warmed my chest. It was like nothing I’d smelled or felt before. A sense of belonging. Nottosomeone exactly, but with them.

Was this what people meant when they talked about scent matches?

I wiggled my butt as Emerson removed his thumb from me. When it wasn’t immediately replaced with fingers, panic shot through me. “No, no, please! I said I want it.”

“Shh, trust me for a moment.” He kissed my forehead, then the corner of my eye. I hadn’t even realised a tear had formed. “Trust your alpha.”

The tension in my arms released, and cool air kissed my wrists, followed by my ankles.

“Be careful. You might be sore for a while,” Emerson said, tossing the cuffs onto the floor.

Moving slowly, I rolled onto my back beneath Emerson and stretched my arms up, my back cracking in just the right way. Fuck, that felt good. And now I could finally touch him the way I wanted.

This was my chance to escape.

Emerson was so relaxed. A quick backhand or kick to the head is all it would take. The key was still in the door, so I could lock him in and just keep running. Stairs would probably be faster than the elevator. I’d be out on the street in minutes. Maybe the police would pick me up, but I could figure something out.

Reaching up with one hand, my fingers trailed across Emerson’s jaw. His five o’clock shadow tickled my fingertips as I took in his icy blue eyes, which bored deep into my own.

It would be so easy.

Gripping his hair in one hand, I made my choice. With a sharp tug, our mouths met, and I was bathed in his warm vanilla scent again. My spare hand fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperately pulling to expose more of his skin until impatience got the better of me. Buttons flew over the bed. Ignoring Emerson’s tutting, my hand explored his exposed chest. His arm snaked under my thigh, pulling my leg out of my jeans where they’d been trapped around my knees.

As his kisses trailed down my throat, his hand returned to my arse and carefully inserted two fingers. An obscene squelch reached my ears, and my breath left my lungs as his fingers curled and twisted inside me.

Precum dripped onto my stomach, my cock screaming for friction. A brush of his fingertips against my prostate had my back arching off the bed, a low moan rippling out of me.

“There! Oh, that’s so fucking good!”

“Mm, but still so tight for me.” Emerson licked along my collarbone, attacking the spot inside me with vigour. “Need to open you up for my cock. Do you even want my knot, Trystan?”

I nodded frantically. I’d never wanted anything more in my life.