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But this is about control. And while I don’t know the rules yet, I know enough to wait for instructions.

“Take that cock of yours out. Present it to your Omega.”

A rush of pure adrenaline courses through me, and my pants are undone and down to my ankles in no time. I palm my length for her as her little pink tongue comes out to lick her lips, like she’s starving.

“Good boy,” she croons, and I’m surprised that I enjoy the praise. “Now, hold it ready for me.”

I do as she commands, holding my cock at the base as she crawls over me, turns her back to my front, and lines the head of my cock up with her entrance. Her slick is dripping down my flesh, and I hiss as she hums with delight, sliding down my length, swallowing my cock with her tight pussy so slowly, it takes every bit of my restraint not to flex my hips and drive into her the rest of the way.

But I make it. I keep still as her little body takes all of me inside of her until I have to remove my hand for her to sit completely, her ass resting on my pelvis.

“Yes,” she hisses. “This is good, Ilya. So good.” Her hips do this little rotation that sends me grunting, my balls growing heavy and tight, the muscles at the base twitching.

“This is where the control aspect comes in.” She reaches behind her for my hands, places one on her breast, the other at her clit. “Tell me, how many times do you think you can make me come on your cock without you coming? How many times can you feel my pussy milking this fat cock as I cry out for you, and you just take it?”

As she speaks, slick gushes from her core, all over my lap, and I know she’s as turned on by the prospect as I am ready to meet her challenge.

“Let’s find out.”

I squeeze her breast, pinch her nipple, then dip my other fingers into her slick, drag it to her clit and begin to circle. Sin is sighing and moaning in no time, having worked herself up. Her cry of release is welcome to my ears, her body twitching on my cock, squeezing it tight.

But I’m not even close to finished.

My Omega has issued a challenge. There’s nothing I enjoy more.

I spread her legs wider with my thighs, pull her back to my chest with my arm tightly secured under her full breasts, then dip a finger inside of her core, right along the bottom of my cock, pushing it in far enough to reach her G-spot, curl and rub, slow then faster, until she’s screaming again, crying out my name, drenching my cock with her delicious slick.

I don’t give up. I don’t give in.

I remove my finger from her pussy and push her body forward, bending her over before shoving my slicked-up finger right up her tight ass and fucking her with with it, watching that puckered hole take my finger greedily as Sin begins to whine like she’s in heat.

It’s only when she comes that time, her pussy clenching my cock, her ass milking my finger, that I grab her hips and move her, use her pussy like a toy for my pleasure, letting her bounce up and down along my length. Fire builds in my belly, the base of my spine begins to tingle, and I’m gone, roaring like a beast, filling Sin with my cum as she cries out with me, taking my knot afterward like the perfect mate she is.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Cade

“And this is my office,” I tell Sin as I open the door, letting her enter first.

The space is wide and sparsely decorated. A corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out at the city skyline, LED lighting along the corners of the ceiling. My desk is long and modern with a floating, dark wooden base, the desktop itself dark metal. Behind it, along the window, is a matching long running board where paper trays and a printer are set up. Surrounding these are chairs and tables, mostly for show, since I rarely host meetings in here. I’m usually alone, coding or researching, staring at the several screens on my desk.

“I like how your offices all look alike at the foundation, but you each make them your own spaces.”

“You’ll be able to do whatever you want with your office. It’s empty right now, but I’ll show you after. It’s the fourth corner of the floor.”

Sin turns to me with a smile, and I’m still struck by how she’s dressed today.

Her black and blue hair is up, gathered at the back of her head with some intricate clip mechanism. She wears a black suit with a skirt, her blouse and heels both the same blue as her hair and eyes.

She picked this style on her own, but sill…

“You know you could have worn casual clothes today. We’d never make you change your personal style choices.”

She laughs, her head shaking. “I wanted to dress the part. My choice.” She comes closer, close enough her head tilts back to look up at my face, even in her heels. “But a girl would like to know if her man likes how she’s dressed.”

Her man. That’s me.

I clear my throat. “You look beautiful. You always do.”