Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

brANSON

A heavy sigh flits through my lips. "I can't send my partner away without looking at you first, but I'll see what I can do with the rest. Don't you dare move from this room," I growl, infusing just a hint of Alpha command into my tone. "And don't sit anywhere. I want you on the bed lying face down with your pants and underwear down. Understood?"

Without waiting for an answer, I pad down the stairs to a sea of waiting people. They all look up at me expectantly, as if I have all the answers. I still don't, and I hate that I won't be able to get them until they leave.

"From what I can tell, she seems fine. She won't let me fully examine her while everyone is out there in front of her house. She's far too freaked out about getting her name in the press in a bad way. I need you to go back and give us space so I can get more than a frantic sentence out of her. Please. For me. For her. Just… please."

"But Ace," one of the police officers warns. "This is not protocol."

"She's not in an emergency state that I can tell. More like it's embarrassing for her. She panicked and called EMS. But there's no active threat."

"Ace-"

"I know. Protocol. I'll be sure to have a detailed report that's for your eyes only. She's an Astencourt. Anything that looks bad on them might very well look bad on us. The last thing you need is for one of these rich yuppies to call the commissioner. Trust me. I know."

"And, you're sure?"

"Let's put it this way: you've all done your jobs. There's no fire. There are no hidden threats waiting for your arrest. So now, let me do my job. I can't do that while she's freaking out about you being here."

"If anything goes sideways..."

"I'm taking full blame. And you have a room full of witnesses. Now, if you please."

As they filter out, I rest my head against the glass. What the hell is wrong with me? A pair of watery green eyes and I'm willing to put my job on the line? I can only hope things aren't as bad as she fears, and I can take care of her on my own.

Jackson stands next to me, rocking back and forth. "You too," I growl. "Get the ambulance away from the gate."

"Wait. You can't be serious."

I turn to him and level a glare. "Deadly. If I need you, I'll call you. Go drive around the block or something."

"But what if another call comes in?"

"You're currently on a call. Out."

Nine years with this company down the drain. I just know it. And even if I do write the report, it's not going to save me. As much as they don't want to admit it, the rich get preferential treatment. That's just how it is. Hopefully little miss Astencourt can get me another job if this goes south.

Shaking my head, I make my way back up the stairs to the omega in question. Pretty eyes and thick thighs. Normally things like this don't affect my job, but there's just something about her vulnerability that calls to me in a very primal way. Hell, it's probably because she smells like sin wrapped in a seductive wrapper.

She's untouchable. A mother fucking Astencourt. I didn't even know the Astencourt's had a daughter, but then, why would I? It's not like I go to the cotillions or whatever the hell they're calling it nowadays. Running a hand over the back of my neck, I stride back into the room.

Instead of being on the bed like I ordered, she stands at the window, watching the outside. "This isn't the bed," I growl, my cock lurching forward as she spins around, her eyes wide like a lost little foal.

She shouldn't cause these dark urges to thrum through my skull. She shouldn't make me want to damn the consequences and throw away everything I've worked hard for, so I can drag her down to the ground and explore every inch of her body.

There's such an innocence there, a precious little rich girl bubble begging to be popped. Only, I'm not the one to do it. I know girls like her. Worse, I know parents like hers. Someone like me doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell with a little princess like her.

"I- I just."

"You just what? We had an agreement. I send them away, and you'll be waiting for me on the bed."

"I had to be sure."

A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I cross my arms and stare this little omega down. "You seem less stressed."

In fact, instead of the heavy, acrid stench of terror flooding the room, I can pick up on bits and pieces of her scent. Mother fucking brownies straight out of the mother fucking oven. Damn, does she have to smell so delicious? Shoving my growing fascination to the side, I motion for her to get onto the bed.

Her anxiety picks back up as she walks so slowly, it's as if she's making her way to the execution square. Bits of packaging litters the comforter, and I walk over and scoop them up. She gives a soft squeak of protest, but soon quiets as I raise my eyebrow.

From what I can piece together from the mangled pieces, this plug is one I actually recommend to those interested in anal play. It's supposed to have an anchor that nestles right between the butt cheeks, allowing it to act as a large, flared base while keeping it comfortable at the same time.

"I'm confused. How is this stuck? Did you put it in wrong?"

"I don't know," she wails, looking pitiful, miserable, and utterly delectable. "I did it like the doctor showed me, but when I tugged on it, it wouldn't come out."

Well at least that confirms the anchor is still in place and the plug is not actually up inside her. That's a relief. Unfortunately, it turns this afternoon from being an emergency to just an erotic conundrum.

"What doctor? You can't possibly expect me to believe a medical professional told you to do this. We've progressed a lot since the splitting into the various dynamics, but not that much."

"No. I didn't get a prescription. But Doctor Feel Good-"

A bark of laughter spills from my lips. I try so hard to keep it bottled up inside because she looks so earnest. Poor, na?ve, little thing.

"You mean Doctor Feel Good from the anal whores anon website?"

Her cute little nose scrunches into a frown. "I didn't look at the site. I just clicked on the first video that looked professional."

"Trust me, Princess," I chuckle. "He's far from professional. A professional perv, maybe, but that's it."

That frown only grows deeper. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me princess."

"And I'd appreciate it if you pulled down your pants and showed me your ass so I can go back to helping people who actually need me and not stand around with a horny rich girl looking to waste my time."

Her gaze drops to the floor as her entire demeanor changes. "I'm sorry. You're right. I'm acting like a spoiled princess. I'm not trying to be. I'm just... It's not... I've never-"

"Oh, trust me," I interrupt. "I'm understanding all too well that you've never done anything like this in your life. Now let me see."

"He had diplomas, you know," she murmurs as she turns around and pulls down her pants and underwear, exposing the most perfect ass to my hungry gaze.

"Who did?"

"Doctor Feel Good."

"I'm sure he did. And I'm sure they're just as fake as the moans from his co-stars."

She turns around, mouth agape. "It was fake? All of it was fake?"

"Well, of course," I sputter. "What do you think most of porn is?"

"But I... No. I wasn't watching porn," she cries out, hysteria once more lacing her voice. "I was watching Doctor-"

"Feel Good. I know. You know what? We don't need to keep talking about it. Let me see the damage."

Every inch of her screams out in misery as she gets on her hands and knees and sticks her ass out, not at all realizing just how good of a show she's putting on for me. Climbing behind her onto the bed, I will my cock to flag. I need my wits about me, in case something really is wrong.

There, gleaming from between her perfectly round cheeks, lies the anchor. It's officially not stuck up inside her. That's certainly a relief.

"I'm going to try tugging now. You're going to feel my hand against you as I spread you open. Try to relax for me, okay?"

"I- I'll try. But please, do hurry. The servants will be back in a few hours, and I'll need time to collect myself."

I bite my tongue, refusing to make matters worse by saying some snide comment. Reaching into my bag, I pull out some gloves and slide them on with an audible smack. Emmeline jerks, her body going ramrod at the sound. Jumpy little thing.

In an attempt to soothe her, I rest my hand on her right ass cheek, but all that does is make her body tense even more. I have to get my head in the game. This isn't some kinky pastime I'm indulging in. She's an omega in distress, and it's my job to assist her.

"Okay. Pulling on it now." I slide my fingers under the anchor and pull, but it barely budges.

Instantly, anxiety pours off of her as her muscles tighten up. "This won't do," I tsk softly. "I'm not going to be able to get it out if you keep freaking out on me and clenching the very muscles I'm trying to get you to relax."

"I'm trying. I swear I'm trying."

"No. You're overthinking. Try touching yourself. It might help get enough endorphins flowing that it will relax you back here." Unconventional, to be sure, but right now, my head and my cock are not on proper speaking terms.

"Touch myself where?"

Stunned, I sit back on my heels. "You know. Touch yourself. Stroke your pussy."

"I- I don't have a cat. Mother is allergic."

Pulling off my gloves, I climb off the bed and look Emmeline straight in the eyes. "This is a joke, isn't it? You're fucking with me." Normally, I wouldn't curse in front of such a lady, but the audacity of her response floors me.

"What? No. I'm not. I'd never lie about that. She's deathly allergic."

"Not a cat. Your vagina. Your clit."

"Oh," she cries out, her gaze widening. "I- I can't do that. I'm only allowed to touch down there if I'm cleaning. Mother's orders."

I cross my arms, puzzled by her response. "And how the hell would she know?"

"It's not her I worry about," she wails. "Not really. It's my Alpha husband. Whoever the Governing Body matches me with will know, and I won't be a treasured wife."

"Well, that's a load of bullshit," I spit out, anger swirling through me at the absolute gall of her mother. "Denying yourself pleasure is only making this worse. If you need permission, then take it from me, a medical professional." Grabbing another glove, I slip it on and grab the anchor. "Now bring your fingers down in between your legs. I'll guide you."

Her soft sniffles grab my attention, and for a moment, I feel like the worst person in the world. "You promise she won't know?"

"You have my word. I'll never tell her. The only way she'll know anything is if you say something. Now give me your hand."

She slips it between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she reaches out for me. Before I can overthink and get too invested in her pleasure, I bring her hand up to her clit and start moving it around.

"Find what feels good for you. Every person is different in how they receive pleasure. Just touch yourself and breathe. That's a good girl. Take a deep breath in for me. Just like that. And let it out. You're doing so good for me. That's it. Now stroke this pretty little pussy for me."

Fuck. I'm already in too deep.