Chapter 71

Ollie’s POV

I toss the book Wes gave me to the side as I return to the room. Unspoken rules for Omegas? No thanks.

I’m not sure where Wes keeps getting all of these ideas about Omegas, but they are all archaic stereotypes.

The brothers might have labeled me as an Omega, which changes my status, surely, but I don’t feel any different than I did before I was bestowed that ranking. The only difference I can tell so far is external, not internal. Everyone else is treating me differently, even though I feel the same.

My regular phone rings as I walk further into my room. Looking at it, I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it is Nancy texting me now, not Wes with more terrible books to give.

I open the message.

I have a recommendation for you, based on what we talked about. I really think you are going to like this one. It was pretty eye opening for me. Mild really, but a good place for beginners.

I blush fiercely but I still click on the link.

It leads to a website of fanfiction. I don’t recognize the series it is linked too, so none of the characters are familiar to me.

Yet, the first line is enough to draw me in, even without knowing anything else.

“You will do as I say, Star. You will stay just like this, kneeling for me, until I give you permission to move.”

I swallow hard but nod, not wanting to disobey my Master. Because that is what he is now. Gone is the soft man I have come to accept as my partner at the Paranormal Police Squad. When we are like this, he is the master, and I am nothing but his lowly servant.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As I kneel in position, he circles around me, his eyes raking over my exposed skin. I’m not naked yet, instead wearing the little red number he prefers, with the frills and the lace.

Per his commands, I can’t speak. I won’t move. I will stay like this forever until his next command.

I don’t wait long before he reaches out and traces a lone finger over the length of my shoulder. The touch gives me shivers, and I bite back a moan.

He said I can’t speak, but he didn’t mention noises. I don’t want to disobey him.

“Did I tell you to withhold your sounds from me?” he says. “Answer.”

“No,” I say.

“I want your noises. All of them,” he says. “Every noise I illicit belongs to me, and I will have it.”

“Okay…”

“Star,” he says firmly. “What do you say to me?”

“Yes, Master,” I correct at once. I feel my posture slipping, so I straighten slightly.

He walks around to my front and then traces that same finger down the length of my chin. It’s the barest of touches, yet it feels like a caress. He’s been denying me touches and attention. To have it now…

This time, I moan aloud and unashamed.

He smirks. “Good girl.”

Those set of words jolts me straight out of the fanfiction. In my head, I swear I almost heard the words as if Declan had been the one to say them.

My blush intensifies and I have to put the story down.

I still haven’t replied to Declan, but I’m even more curious than I was before. This story… They weren’t even having sex, yet it felt so intimate. Star seemed as eager to please as I often felt. And when her master finally touched her…

Gods. To feel that much passion from a touch alone.

I remember what it had felt like when Declan touched my hips. That had been enough to elicit a moan from me.

I wonder what other touches might feel like, after being made to wait for them. Especially when after making him proud by waiting, I could get him to complement me.

A compliment from Declan…

I could only imagine what that might be like, and in this context…

Would he be pleased with my body, and my obedience? Could I make him proud by expertly following his commands?

Lowering my regular phone, I glance to the side where my burner phone is hidden.

He wouldn’t know it’s me. We could only meet once, to see if he’s telling the truth about those pleasures. If I don’t feel them as he promised, then that could be it. He would never know that I am his mate, so I will never have to experience it again if I don’t like it.

This plan is just what I need to finally convince myself to walk to the nightstand and retrieve the burner phone.

I open Declan’s message and finally compose a reply.

Hugh and Wes can tell you about the cabin. Pick a day and I’ll meet you there.

I almost type Master but stop myself. That doesn’t feel right, not with Declan. And I don’t even know if he would like it. After all, shouldn’t he be the one to decide what I call him?

Yet, without it, everything feels too informal. I don’t really want him to know just how inexperienced I am. Or, if he knows already, I want to show him that I’m open to exploring things further.

So before I send the message, I tack on one more word.

Sir.

Declan’s POV

The woman I’m fucking grunts into the pillow beneath her. She’s nearly bent in half at the mattress of the hotel, her shoulders and knees pressed down, her ass straight in the air. I kneel behind her, pounding into her with fierce strokes.

I’ve already made her cum twice, and she’s little more than putty now. Still, her arms are outstretched, tied to the headboard with red ribbon. She’s blindfolded too, not that it matters much for this part. I’m sure her eyes are squeezed shut.

Even so, the removal of some senses heightens the others, and I want her to feel every ridge and inch of my cock.

“Master…oooh…. Master…” she whimpers. As commanded, she is only allowed to mutter her sounds and Master, her title for me.

This kind of power is exhilarating. I love undoing my partners, slowly peeling them away until they are nothing but writhing messes, begging for my dick. We are almost to the end of the process now.

I’m close.

Nearby, my phone buzzes with a text.

It could be important, so while I continue to slam in and out of the woman beneath me – I can’t remember her name – I reach for the phone in my pocket and unlock it.

It’s a message… Oh.

From our mysterious mate.

Still moving inside of the woman, I open the text.

“Master... Ah! Oh!”

I read the message, a smile starting to curl my lips.

Soon, I will be fucking my mate, not some nameless woman whose face I can’t even remember.

I read the message again. And then again.

It’s the word at the end that gives me a jolt of pleasure each time I see it.

Sir.

How much I long to hear that from her lips…

I imagine it now. The woman from the painting, bound and helpless to my will.

I’d fuck her hard and fast, taking my pleasure while also gifting her hers.

Her mouth would slack.

She’d cry out, “S-Sir!”

My climax slams into me now. My partner comes at the same time.

She doesn’t know this orgasm wasn’t for her.

It’s for my fated mate. The next time I cum, it will be inside of her.