She froze, and he quickly spun her around, leaning down to capture her mouth.
“I meant yes,” he growled into the kiss. “So don’t fucking worry.” He knelt, pushed her dress up to her hips and buried his face between her legs, a second growl vibrating out of his body and into hers. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and began to lick her roughly, all gentleness dropping away from him. He sucked her clit and scraped his teeth over her, making her jolt in his hands before he thrust his tongue into her, pushing it deep into her channel before returning his attention to her clit, a groan building up in his chest. As soon as she neared orgasm, he pushed her dress higher and sank his teeth into her stomach, causing her to yelp out in pain.
“No orgasms. That’s for later,” he snapped, pulling up and spinning her around again, kneeling behind her. “Step.”
She glanced down, blinking in surprise at the leotard he held open, waiting for her to step into. She did, and he slid it up her legs and over her hips. He flicked her dress off, pressing behind her as he reached for her breasts.
“So perfect,” Oscar mumbled, squeezing them gently at first, and then harder. “You’re almost dressed, baby.”
He released her, and she heard the rustling of his clothing before something hot and hard was pressing against her ass. He pulled open the back of her leotard, pushing his cock into the material, nestling it between her legs. He paused there—with her frozen in shock—and cupped her breasts again, his tongue running up along the back of her ear.
She shuddered, and he pulsed between her legs.
“Colour?” he whispered, his rough voice making her shudder.
“Yellow.” Her voice was barely audible, but he must have heard her anyway.
“Because you don’t want to be late or because you can feel my dick, Carter?”
“D-Don’t want to be la—”
He started pushing against her, shocking her into silence. She could feel all of the honey dripping out of her, coating him as he sawed a few inches back and forth, and she almost came just from the knowledge that she was soaking him and he was allowing it. He pinched her nipples and she spasmed, her empty channel clenching desperately.
“Need more,” she demanded quietly, wriggling to get some relief, but he was so careful to avoid her clit, to continue denying her the orgasm she had lost.
“Fuck.” He pushed against her entrance and then backed off a little, suddenly gripping and jerking along his own length, the head of his dick bobbing at her slick entrance with every stroke.
“You’re going to dance with me on you,” he commanded. “In you. You’re mine.”
His other hand fell between her legs, finding her clit and pinching it roughly. “Ask me to come in you and I’ll let you come with me. All you have to do is ask, baby.”
She should have been thinking things like “Oscar is insane” and “will this cause the Alphas to surge” and “will this cause a public bloodbath,” but instead, there was nothing in her mind past trembling heat and desperation.
She nodded and felt a sharp tug on her clit in response.
“I don’t hear you asking,” Oscar snarled, quickening his strokes in a threatening way, like he was going to go ahead and do it anyway.
“I w-want it.” She tried to push back against him, and he grunted.
“Prove it, Illy.” He increased the pressure against her clit until she felt her orgasm building back up again.
“I want to wear you while I’m dancing,” she begged quietly, ashamed of her own words. “I want you all over me.”
“Mhm.” He pushed until he was firmly notched against her pussy lips, forcing himself in barely even half an inch. “Put your fingers in your mouth, baby. You’re about to scream.”
“W-What?”
“Do it,” he grunted, swatting her right across the front of her pussy. “Now. Three of them. Suck on them.”
She quickly slipped three fingers into her mouth.
“Good girl. Turn your head and show me.”
She tilted her head, her cheek pressing to the drawers, and felt his cock twitch against her. “There’s my pretty … girl, fuck.” He released his twitching length and briefly grasped her wrist, pushing her own fingers deeper into her mouth before he cupped her breast again, rubbing her clit harder as he teased her nipples. “Time to scream, Rabbit.”
Her orgasm rushed up on her, but she still wasn’t prepared to scream until he palmed his cock again and pressed another inch into her, stretching her opening so much that the burn sent an immediate wave of fright through her.
She hadn’t even thought about the fact that he was so much bigger than the crystal, or that he might try to go any deeper, even though he was still only an inch or so inside her. He pinched her clit again right in the middle of her orgasm, and she screamed around her own fingers, a husky, desperate and shocked cry that had him groaning and pumping hot liquid into her channel. She tried to press further back against him, but he delivered a hard smack to her right ass cheek, pausing her movement.
“Pass me something from the drawer,” he demanded quietly. “We don’t want a messy leotard, do we, Carter?”
She slipped her fingers out of her mouth, wincing at the trail of drool that drooped between her hand and her mouth.
Oscar grunted, slapping her again, lighter this time. “Can’t have a red ass either.”
She pulled open the drawer with her own things inside, her body feeling warm and tingly as she extracted a cotton crop top, which was getting a little too small for her anyway, and handed it back to him.
“I can’t show any stains on my leotard for the video,” she said, completely in shock that she was even having to say that.
And to Oscar.
“I know, Rabbit.” He sounded like he was smirking. He pulled out of her and spun her around to face him, holding the crop top between her legs. “You’re addictive, you know that?”
She blinked at him, wondering at the unguarded look on his face. So was he. But she didn’t want to say it.
“Do you think this is normal?” she asked instead. “This … desperation. I feel like I could do that all day.”
His eyes slitted, heat sparking in the dark depths. “Don’t tempt me to go further. I’m trying to be good.”
“That was you trying to be good?” she asked, a little breathless when his gaze fell to her still-exposed breasts.
“Yeah …” The word was a rasp, and he quickly pulled her leotard the rest of the way up, hooking her arms through the straps and snapping them against her shoulders.
She had pressed her legs together to keep the cotton secure, but he tugged it out carelessly, fitting her leotard into place with a thoughtful expression.
“That was the least violent way for me to deal with my proprietary aggression. The real question is …” He settled his big hands on her waist. “Why are you letting me? I’m a fucking monster and you’re … perfect.”
She stared at him for a moment, too warm and tingly from her recent orgasm to feel anything except comfortable. “You’ve never hurt me.”