Chapter 5
A Submissive Omega
The wind blew through the window, pricking the hairs to standing across her body, causing her nipples
to pebble. The cold was a wee counterbnce to the heat that was building within her again as
she watched Baron.
He sat and picked blueberries out of a bowl from the tray, utterlyfortable in his own skin,
unselfconscious, knowing, she thought, that he was breathtakingly gorgeous. He ate a single berry at a
time, frowning thoughtfully out the broken window, though what he saw out there to displease him, she
did not know, as the extensive gardens were beautifully manicured and up-kept by a team of
gardeners.
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“We will have to change rooms,” he decided. “There is a storming in, and someone will need to
board this window up to stop rain damage. I can’t very well have that done with my wife naked, in heat,
and tied to the bed, can 1?” His eyebrow lifted in amusement.
He set the bowl down and found his trousers, moving into the other room and pulling the bell pull. After
a moment, there was a knock on the door.
“Yes, sir?” Heathridge asked.
“I need another room prepared and someone to fix this window before the raines this evening.”
Baron told him. “Let me know when the room is ready, and I will move my wife.”
“Of course, sir.”
Baron returned to the bedroom. “You will probably be wanting to use the bathroom,” he said and began
to un-work the knots around Jane’s ankles.
What she wanted was to have a long shower and scrub him from her, or at least, that was what she
told herself she wanted. Her body had other ns. He inhaled and grinned. “Or maybe not,” he
commented sliding his hands up her calf to her knees and then from knees to rest against the curve of
her inner thigh, his fingertips tantalizing close but not touching her where she wanted him to touch.
His smirk was smug, knowing exactly what he was doing, before he removed his hand and untied the
other ankle. “I do like this,” hemented, crawling up the bed between her legs, and wrapping them
around his hips as he brought himself closer so that the tip of his c-ck pressed against her but did not
prate. “Having a submissive omega tied to a bed for my pleasure.”
He rocked his hips forward so that his c-ck pierced her. “Oh, god,” his eyes closed as he savoured the
sensation.
“And it is a pleasure.”
The press and stretch of him within her was exactly what her body craved, and she wrapped her legs
around his waist, crossing her ankles against his arse, pulling him tighter to her. She could feel the flex
of his arse muscles against her heels as he thrusted and longed to run her hands up his stomach
where the muscles tensed and released with his movements, to feel them shift beneath the palm of her
hands, to stroke up over the tight muscles of his arms and shoulders that held him up over her.
His face ckened, the golden-brown of his eyes caught between the sharp points of his eyshes as
they narrowed in bliss and sweat dewed his forehead as he ked them both with his body, and she
came, crying out against the gag, the wet clench of her around him causing him to groan, deep and
filthy with his pleasure, as he followed.
Hey on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her skin, his heart racing between them, and
reached upzily to release the knots tying her wrists to the bed. She tugged the gag free, her mouth
dry and her lips chapped.
Shey, her hands to either side of her head, palm up and fingers curled inwards, with him over her.
Now that she was free to touch him, she was too scared to do so, she admitted to herself. The times he
hade to her bed between their wedding and this estrus, he hadete in the night, often
waking her, pulling her nightgown up and pushing himself into her, and then left as soon as he had
spilled his seed into her. A perfunctory mating that had left no time for forey or cuddling afterwards.
She did not know if she could touch him and was frightened of being rebuffed if she did, and so she
kept her hands to herself and justy beneath him, silent, until he groaned and lifted from her. “Go to
the bathroom,” he told her. “Then put on a robe.”
She rolled to her feet, her limbs clumsy and uncoordinated from being bound so long and half-
staggered across the room into the bathroom, gratefully closing and locking the door behind her. She
used the toilet and then started the shower, washing herself thoroughly despite the heat rising again
within her, demanding that she return to the bed with the big alpha on
She tried to satisfy the heat herself, leaning against the tiles and rubbing herself against her fingers, but
it only exacerbated the demands of her body.
She dried and pulled on the robe that hung on the back of the door, fighting back tears of frustration as
she stepped back into the bedroom.
He was not there, and neither was the tray.
For a moment, she did not know what to do, and then she heard his voice. “No,” he said. “It all needs to
be rescheduled until Wednesday. It is bad f-king timing and send them my apologies… I’m sure they
know,” he chuckled. “I am sure half the f-king city knows that she’s on heat afterst night… Hmm…
Thanks.”
He walked back into the bedroom. “Ah” he nodded, and she saw his nostrils re as he scented her. “At
least with the window open in here,” hemented, putting a hand on the small of her back and
guiding her out of the bedroom, through the sitting room, and out into the hallway. “Your scent should
have cleared by the time the repairmen arrive to rece that window, or they’d be too busy wanking to
do their job.”
He opened a door into the next room, this one in neutral whites and creams, with touches of gold in the
sashes that held the curtains open, the light fittings, and the diamond patterns on the upholstery. The
bed was a four-poster draped with sheer fabric and dressed in creams and golds. Her eggshell blue
room, she thought, had not even been the grandest of the guest bedrooms.
“You should eat and drink something.” he gestured to the tray set on the low, bone iid table before
the elegantly