“Please, Alpha. Allow me to climax,” she implores, tears welling in her eyes.
“Achieve climax for your Alpha,” I bellow, Nellie’s body tensing as she experiences an intense release, a loud sob from her lips.
Her muscles constrict as waves of bliss surge through her body, while my own o****m overwhelms me.
I require several minutes to regain my composure as I descend from my heightened state, my laboured breaths brushing against her shoulders. I release Nellie’s harness, examining her skin for welts and bruises. Except for her severely reddened behind and minor indentations from the straps, she seems to be uninjured.
I prepare a hot bath for her, adding her preferred rose-scented bath bomb and rose petals before lifting her into the tub. She gives me the sponge, and I meticulously cleanse her body, focussing particularly on her tender buttocks.
Nellie expresses her satisfaction, stating, “It was quite pleasant today,” as I tend to her scalp. “I appreciate your attentive care, Alpha.”
In these intimate moments, I find Nellie tolerable, even somewhat likeable, since we both exhibit a degree of vulnerability from the situation.
“It is my pleasure,” I whisper, washing the suds from her hair. “Did you find the punishment enjoyable?”
“I did,” she replies with a smirk. “I relish your punishments… nearly as much as I cherish your rewards.”
Her deep blue eyes glimmer with mischief, yet I am wise enough not to be deceived by her antics. Our performance has concluded, and we have a meeting in two hours.
Upon completing her bath, I transport her to the bedroom and dry her, providing her with a bottle of water as I position her over my lap to apply lotion to her cheeks. I knead and manipulate each flawless cheek to relax her muscles before retrieving a comb to style her hair.
Before marrying Nellie, my companion Olivia appreciated having her hair combed after a performance. This is the sole act I persist in to preserve her memory.
I typically refrain from contemplating her excessively, although in Jadi’s absence, I struggle to avoid profound loneliness.
Olivia and I were once a blissfully united couple, two high school sweethearts destined for one another. Shortly after I received the Beta title, we discovered we were expecting, and everything appeared to align perfectly… However, that changed the day Cyrus perished. At 19, I ascended to the role of Alpha, and overnight, I bore the immense burden of responsibility.
My existence was irrevocably fractured the day little Johnny perished, leading me to become more callous, ruthless, and wrathful. A fragment of Ellie’s essence remained irreparably wounded by the death of our child, causing the once-vibrant light in her eyes to fade to a mere glimmer. I yearned for retribution for what had been stolen from me and my partner.
Jadi served as the ultimate barrier between us. Olivia exhibited excessive tenderness and affection towards him. She never had the opportunity to express her love for Duncan, thus directing all her affection towards Jadi, rendering him a stammering inept. Ellie failed to recognise how she was undermining the boy, prompting me to rectify her errors and instruct Jadi in the ways of true masculinity.
However, it was futile. Our conflicts escalated progressively until, ultimately, she succumbed.
“I am departing from you,” she informed me on the day of the King’s celebration. “And I will be taking my child with me.”
Initially, I was sceptical of her sincerity; nevertheless, upon gazing into her eyes, I discerned that she was not jesting.
“I will take only what I require,” she stated softly while arranging a plate of snacks for Jadi. “And rest assured, I do not anticipate any financial assistance from you in raising him. You have never regarded him as a son, so why begin now?”
Arden was incensed, eager to assert her ownership, yet I departed hastily, wishing to avoid a confrontation.
Subsequently, the assault commenced…
Ellie summoned me through our mental connection; however, in my fury, I opted to disregard her pleas for assistance, believing Rocco would locate her instead. He failed to arrive in time, and the final fragment of my heart fractured.
I had exhausted all my affection, even for Jadi.
Nellie enquires, interrupting my contemplation, “What is it like to have a partner?”
I gaze at her vacantly for a minute, remembering myself that Nellie has never experienced the affection of a mate. At 46 years of age, she has yet to encounter her real mate.
“It is a burden,” I exhale, dispelling my thoughts of Olivia and Jadi. “It feels like a substantial weight on your chest, impeding your ability to breathe.”
“Was Olivia a liability?” she enquires, a trace of envy evident in her tone.
“Olivia represented a vulnerability,” I grumble, while Arden scowls at my disrespect towards his previous partner. “A mate will always be merely a vulnerability.”
