SEVEN: Now, bring that vibrator to your right nipple, before trailing it over both your beautiful tits. Keep doing that, until I tell you to stop.
Dominant bastard…and I wouldn’t want him any other way.
My hand tightens around the silicon vibrator. Then I trace it over my right nipple.
It’s too much and just right all at the same time.
I moan, and my back arches. I bite my lip so hard that pain spikes through me.
I squirm, as the vibrations reverberate through me.
SEVEN: I wish that I could see you. I bet you look fucking hot right now. You’re being so good for me. Come on, you can do this. Your tits are perfect. You’re perfect.
I stare at the screen.
Without conscious thought, my purr deepens.
No one praises me like this.
I’m a defective Omega. I’ve been honest to Seven about that because he’s going to see my Rej bracelet when we meet.
Yet he treats me like a precious Omega who deserves to be worshiped.
Like I’m perfect.
Nobody has said that about me before.
He can’t mean it, right?
I don’t care.
He’s making me feel a warmth that truly is trust, but also, something else.
I can’t think about that.
Instead, I focus on teasing the vibrator between my breasts.
I inhale, writhing.
I’m damp between my thighs, desperate to move the vibrator lower. I spread my thighs but hold myself back from touching.
Seven is in control and fuck, that’s turning me on.
“Please,” I whisper like Seven can actually hear me. “Please…”
I glance at the screen.
Come on…
Sweat drips down my neck. My eyes narrow.
Mean Alpha.
But I fucking love it.
Please, please, please…
SEVEN: Are you begging yet, my sweet venom?