Page 16 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

SHIVELY

“Really?” Dasan asks. He pauses at the window. “Why does he think that?”

I watch him from where I kneel on the floor by the couch.

I’m naked, just as Dasan likes me. The only thing I’m wearing is the leather collar around my cock and balls.

There’s a metal chainlink leash connected to it, but the leather handle is hooked on the edge of the couch while Dasan paces as he talks on the phone.

We’re always at my house because his friends have been known to show up at his without warning at times. No good thing can come from them walking in while Dasan’s fucking me and I’m begging to get off.

The thought of being caught makes me shiver. While I’d like to think that Dasan’s friends wouldn’t try to end my career or his, they are players on my team. Hockey is a competitive sport. Not only against rival teams but also against teammates who are always vying for your position.

I suppose Dasan’s closest friends aren’t direct competition to him. Felton is one of our goalies and Willits is defense, while Dasan is a center. In theory, they shouldn’t care about Dasan’s position since whoever’s in it doesn’t affect theirs in the least.

But people get disgusting when they think someone who should be on an even playing field is getting special treatment. I don’t believe that describes Felton or Willits at all, but I’ve been wrong before. I’d rather not challenge it.

“No,” Dasan laughs. He turns to meet my eyes, and I receive a half-smile. Dasan’s half-smile is so damn sexy.

I’ve never looked at a man and been obsessed with how beautiful they are, but everything about Dasan is beautiful, from his flawless bronze skin to his long, silky black hair. He’s currently wearing it in a loose elastic high on the back of his head, and there are loose strands framing his face.

His eyes are dark and reflect light in the most stunning way. How do eyes actually do that in real life? It reminds me of anime or exaggeration in cartoons.

He turns and paces in the opposite direction. “Not today, but yeah. Sounds good.”

Dasan is dressed, so I don’t have a full view of the rest of his body. I know what’s hiding under his clothes though. I can see him so clearly when I close my eyes. My fingers twitch, wanting to touch him.

He’s often dressed when I’m not. I know this is part of our power exchange between dominant and submissive. While I tend to be self-conscious at times, the way Dasan looks at me always has my heart racing. He loves when I’m naked. He loves to lead me around by my cock and admire me.

Yesterday, he came over to my house before the game, and I watched his pre-game ritual while I knelt in front of him for an hour.

He did something on his laptop, his fingers speedily clacking over his keyboard almost without pause while he took periodic spoonfuls of his soup and bites of his cornbread.

He brought me some too, and they’re damn good, but he had me eat mine before he did his routine because he wanted me to sit at his feet like a good omega and watch him. The way his eyes constantly met mine and traveled over me had me hard the entire time.

I’m getting used to being hard for this man. He likes when I’m hard. Dasan tells me that my job is to be ready for him at all times, which means I should learn how to get an erection on very short notice.

Honestly, if he’s promising to put that dick in my ass, I’m hard. That’s what it takes to get me hard. I’ve never felt more consuming pleasure than his cock in my ass. I was in no way prepared for that when I climbed into bed with him.

At the very most, I thought I’d tolerate the first time and hope it would get better. Not for a second did I think that seeing a dick like his with an extra accessory sticking out of it was going to feel good.

“Not like that,” Dasan says, and I watch him turn back and retrace his route back to the window. “She wasn’t that good, man. You can have her.”

My stomach rolls. Are they talking about a past lover? I chew the inside of my lip and try not to overthink. The key is, whoever they’re talking about, they’re in the past. But as I listen, my heart races and my mind screams that he’s going to get sick of my ass and want a girl again.

Wow. When did I become so insecure! That’s frustrating. I’ve never taken myself as insecure. Then again, I’m not sure I’ve ever let myself be as vulnerable as I’ve allowed myself to be with Dasan. I’ve never let myself truly be seen. I’ve never given in to my desire to be dominated.

I’ve never felt that desire as loudly as I do with Dasan either. Not only is it far more consuming than it’s ever been, but it’s also come naturally. Like this is the role I’ve always been meant to play with the man I’ve always been meant to fulfill it for.

However, as Dasan continues talking about other people, my pulse quickens. Is he turned off by my insecurities? This can’t be what he signed up for, right? He has to want a strong, confident submissive.

I jump when Dasan’s fingers grip my chin and angle my face to his. His smile turns into a frown. “What’s wrong, omega?”

I’m not sure I have words, so I stare at him. Maybe in horror. In mortification. I can’t catch my breath. My god, why is he with me? I’m a mess of a person.

“Get up, Shiv,” he says quietly, and I scramble to my feet. He takes my leash and brings me into the bedroom. I watch as he undresses in front of me then climbs onto the bed. “Come here.”

I crawl up, and his hands are on me, moving me how he wants me, which is with my head at his hip and my legs up around his head. His fingers grip my hair, and he brings my mouth to his cock.

He’s not hard. Not really. Maybe he’s begun, but he’s still primarily soft.

“Take me in your mouth and calm down, omega. Catch your breath.”

I’ve never had this kind of oral fixation before, but as soon as I bring him inside, I take a breath and rest my head on his thigh.

I move forward a little more, taking more of him in my mouth so I have a good grasp on his cock like one of those long-nippled bottles that you feed orphaned animals with.

That’s what I’m sucking now. Only… I think his dick is a little thicker than those nipples.

It also has a mesmerizing piercing going through it.

My breathing settles, but my heart continues to race as I stare at him over his cock, along his torso. Dasan watches me, his fingers brushing through my hair on my forehead.

He doesn’t look upset with me nor disgusted. He’s just watching. Concerned, maybe. I snuggle a little closer.

“Get comfortable, Shiv,” he says quietly.

I adjust, bringing my leg over his chest. In this position, I can’t see his face anymore, but it allows me to get further into his pelvis more comfortably. I sigh and close my eyes.

Dasan’s fingers now run along my leg soothingly. His head is on my other thigh, which brings his face close to my crotch. I sigh again when I feel his lips periodically brush my skin.

He’s chosen me to be his omega. Me . I’m not perfect, but he still chose me. Right? My insecurities keep me from getting lost in the calm, soothing haze that suckling like this usually brings me. So many doubts cloud my mind that I can’t completely lose myself in this.

It takes a long time and a few short naps before I finally calm down. I doze in and out for a while, always suckling on his cock. This shouldn’t be as comforting as it is. I shouldn’t feel so completely relaxed and soothed by this. It’s weird. The world would say I’m fucking weird. And maybe sick.

After a while, the fatigue has been slept off, so I pull my leg off his chest, letting me see his face. Dasan smiles, and his fingers move back to my hair. “You feel better, omega?”

I nod.

“Come here.”

I don’t want to let go of his cock, but I do and crawl up his body. He brings my mouth to his, and I practically turn to goo as I sink into him. I love the way his fingers thread into my hair, pressing firmly against my scalp. His hard, hot body becomes flush against mine.

I’d spent the last hour or more entirely calm and sleepy, but everything inside me lights up brightly when he touches me like this.

“Tell me what happened earlier when I was on the phone.”

My shoulders tense. Okay, and now that light flickers because I’m going to have to tell him. I do not crave being punished for lying.

“I was apprehensive, thinking that maybe you might get tired of me and my insecurities,” I say quietly.

“Why were you thinking like that?”

“You were talking about past lovers, weren’t you?”

“Ah. I was. Willits ran into someone I used to hook up with from time to time and wanted to know if he’d be crossing a line if he ‘took her for a ride.’” He gives me an amused look.

“So, yes, we talked about her for a minute. I’m sorry for making you feel insecure, Shiv.

You have nothing to be concerned about. I’m completely invested in you. ”

My heart jumps. “You are?”

“With everything in me, yes. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I enjoy and look forward to every single second we spend together.

I love to see you waiting for me like such a good fucking omega on your knees, naked, cock ready.

I love your trust in me. I love how you fit me, not just your tight little hole on my cock but your body against mine.

I love how you submit, knowing that you’re the very opposite of submissive outside of the time we spend together. ”

I swallow. No, my heart is not fluttering like it’s a butterfly. “You like all that.”

“No, Shiv. I love all that. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you stepped foot in my hotel room that night two months ago.” He trails his finger along my jaw. “Do you want to hear what else I love?”

I’m not supposed to be needy. That’s not who I am. Still, I nod because I think I need to hear it.

“I love the way you suck my dick and take comfort from it.” My cheeks heat.

Fucking hell. Dasan’s smile widens. “I love that you’ve been so receptive to the rules I put in place without complaint.

You wear a chastity device for me without complaining.

You let me walk you around the house by your cock without complaint.

You’re so damn polite and mindful. You’re so ready to service your alpha however I tell you to.

You, sweet man, are a perfect submissive omega. ”

I take a deep breath and hold it for a minute. “Thank you,” I murmur, then release it slowly.

“I’m proud of the way you’ve grown into this, too. You take everything we talk about and remember it. You remember not to lie to me, even when it’s not something you want to tell me.”

“That’s not something to be proud of me for,” I admit. “I’m afraid of punishment.”

“Good. As you should be. I’m still proud of you for keeping it in mind.

I’m not interested in a brat, and you’re not interested in being one.

I fucking love how you strive to be as good a boy as you can for me.

Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that is, Shiv?

To have your complete obedience, knowing that you want to be good for me? ”

I shake my head. That’s arousing?

Dasan’s hand covers mine, and he slides it down his body. I’m surprised to find he’s hard when he wraps my hand around his dick. “So fucking hard for you, sweet omega,” he murmurs.

This time, when my breathing changes, it’s because I can feel his arousal for me. For me!!

“I love how much you want me,” I whisper. My hand slowly moves over his dick, though not in an aggressive way because he hasn’t told me he wants to get off. I just touch him softly.

“More than I’ve ever wanted another soul,” he says, and my breath catches. His hand leaves mine and returns to my head. He brings my mouth to his, kissing me deeply and so thoroughly, I can feel the tingling of his kiss all the way to my toes.

“You feel better now?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes. Thank you for telling me those things.” I pause then add, “Alpha.”

Oh. Look at the way heat flares in his eyes. His nostrils flare too.

“Show me how you prep your hole for me, omega. You’ve been practicing like I told you to, haven’t you?”

Fuck. I nod. It’s embarrassing to toy with my ass all alone. I push myself onto my hands and knees and straddle him backward so Dasan can watch me lube and stretch myself for him. The only way he touches me is to spread my cheeks, giving him a better view.

I’m not one to blush easily, but my cheeks burn the entire time I stick my fingers into my ass. I don’t mind his fingers in my ass, and I sure as hell have no complaints about his dick in my ass, but touching myself? Yep, it’s weird and hasn’t stopped being weird.

“Very good, omega. Put a condom on me. Make me ready for you.”

I do. I’m better versed in putting a condom on his cock while accommodating his barbell now.

Our tests came back clear, but we’re still using condoms. A part of me thinks that’s not going to last long though because he likes breeding me, and I’m not convinced I can be properly bred with a condom—not given what he’s told me about omegas and alphas.

“Now get on my dick. Sink that tight little breeding hole on me, so I can rut into you like an animal.”

Oh god. I turn around and straddle him again, facing him this time. The heat in his expression feels like it can melt my skin. I grip his thick cock and stand him up straight, positioning him at my hole as I begin to sink down.

Right away, the burn of him sends a flood of pleasure through me, making my balls tighten. Fuck, I need to come already.