Chapter 9

Alex has made the offer, and there is no going back. His sweet wife has just come apart, and all I have done is toy with her nipples.

Gods, she is a wonder. Sweet and yet with perfectly filthy needs. I envy him that he has all this.

Except, I now wonder: what am I? A fancy? Simply part of a little game that they choose to play for the next day or two and then no more? I don't know what I am: besides being an alpha, and dominant. Until the point where he tells me to fuck off, I'm going to let that side of me out.

I close my arm around her waist and pluck her from where she sits, putting her onto my lap.

"Oh! What?" She squeaks and frets a little. But I keep my arm tightly clamped around her waist, enjoying her small struggle and the way her beautiful tits jiggle around.

I lick my lips. Gods, I could play with them all fucking day… and I probably will. I don't know how much time I have with her, but I'm going to enjoy all of it.

Cupping her chin, I turn her to face me, and I brush my thumb over her lower lip. Her eyes are round and a little glazed. "Is it not more comfortable to be sitting on my lap?"

She nods slowly.

"Give me words, love."

"Yes," she breathes.

"Good girl. I want you to enjoy what we do, even if it is a little uncomfortable at times. And it will please me greatly to have your trust. You like to please, don't you, Clara? You like to be a good girl."

Her breathing quickens as she gazes up at me. "Yes."

"I thought so. Now, rest your head against my chest while your husband and I talk."

I kiss the top of her head as she settles, drawing her sweet, aroused scent into my lungs. I keep my hands neutral, letting her get used to the feel of me. Her pretty tits are still out, so she is already becoming accustomed to having her body exposed.

When I glance up, I find Alex staring at us, enrapt.

"How does it feel to see my hands on her?"

"Good," he admits. "It looks really good. She is so… tiny next to you. So precious. Is she not the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?"

"She is," I agree. Distantly, I'm aware that I'm treading a dangerous path. Alphas can imprint upon a beta with the same vigor they imprint on an omega. I must be wary of that. And yet she is utterly adorable, nestled on my lap, with her small weight and her light feminine scent.

"These tits are a test," I say, weakly. Going against my decision to simply hold her, I reach to cup one, enjoying the heavy, comforting weight in my hand.

Alex chuckles softly, "Gods, don't I know? I was obsessed with them while we were courting. I swear, I jacked off daily to the thought of her quivering tits."

Her gasp is scandalized.

"Surely you're not shocked by your husband's ways? It is ever a test when a man is courting a woman but cannot yet touch her, but he thinks often about doing as much." I turn to Alex. "And she takes well to rutting?"

"She does," he says. Pride fills his voice as he speaks about something that would otherwise be forbidden. "Last night, she even initiated things."

"What did she do?" I ask, my interest piqued.

"Don't—"

I pause my fondling of her tit, concerned that she wants to put a stop to things. Except it is not me Clara is looking at, it is her husband. "There should be no secrets between us," I say. "Not when you've just come so prettily by my hand. I think I have the right to know what you did to your husband and how it pleased him." I resume my play, waiting to see if he'll tell me what she did.

"Gods, it pleased me," Alex says gruffly. "She has an entire collection of scandalous nightgowns with fabric so sheer they might as well be transparent. She dropped to her knees, worked my pants down, and sucked my cock."

"Does she swallow or spit?"

She emits a little whimper, turning her cheek against me as if seeking to hide.

"Swallowed every last drop."

"Such a good girl," I say. "Would it bother you if we shared a kiss?"

Alex shakes his head. "No. I don't think it would."

I close my fingers over her hair and tip her head back. Her lips part as I lower my head and slant my mouth over hers. I swallow her small gasp, still tugging lazily on her nipple as my tongue plunders her mouth. She opens sweetly, but I don't linger.

"How did that feel?" I ask Alex.

"I liked it," he says. "I liked it a lot. It wasn't a lie when I said I wanted you to fuck her."

I smirk. "And how do you feel about that, Clara?"

She looks at me seriously, before answering. "I never thought about it before, but now I'm struggling to think about anything else." She turns to her husband. "Alex, I love you. I never needed more."

"It arouses me, sweetheart," he says. "When I fucked you last night, I was thinking about you with Frederick. I love you so much. But I love that he wants you, too. It makes me feel proud that I have such a stunning, desirable wife. One who is enthusiastic in matters of lust. One who lets me bend her over a stone balustrade and take her. It pleases me greatly that someone else admires you the way I do."

I believe Clara is shocked at the bluntness with which he speaks. Her mouth opens as if she has something to say, but she cannot muster any words. Her lips are irresistible, and I tip her head again and kiss her. This time, I let a little more of my dominance out, plundering her mouth as I play roughly with her nipple, swallowing her moan as she arches against me.

When I lift my lips, we are all breathing heavily, and it takes great strength of will to tuck her head down against my chest and withdraw my hand from her tit.

"We should speak plainly," I say to Alex. "Exactly what are your terms?"

"I don't want to place boundaries," he says. "I've seen you kiss and handle her. It only arouses me."

"And if I kiss her here?" I ask, stroking light circles around the areola of her nipple. She doesn't fidget this time; but lets me do what I please.

"I would not mind."

"And her cunt. You would let me fuck her cunt?"

"Yes," he says raggedly, his eyes turning glazed. "Yes, I would."

"You could let me push my fat alpha cock into her tight beta pussy?"

"Yes," he says, "yes, I could."

"And what about her ass? Have you taken her there?"

She fidgets at that. I squeeze and hold her nipple, and she huffs out a little breath.

"Settle yourself, love. We're discussing what you need."

Her chest heaves, but then she relaxes, and I release her nipple. It is fat and flushed with arousal. I smirk as she pushes her chest into my hand as though seeking more. She's definitely taking well to my ways, which is for the best.

"Only with my finger," Alex says thickly, rousing me from my study of his wife. "We were trying to build up to it, but she's very nervous, and we don't get very far."

"You use oil?"

He nods. "Have some on the nightstand that's natural for a body. She likes the touch. She's just a little conflicted and nervous about it."

"You haven't fucked her there then?"

He shakes his head.

"And do you want to?"

"Damn right, I want to."

"Good. We shall see if we can work her up to that."

She goes to stammer a protest, but I tip her chin. "Do you have something to say on this, Clara? Do you or do you not like it when your husband puts his fingers in your ass?"

"I like it, but…"

"There is no but, you either like it or you don't."

"I don't like it."

Alex makes a scoffing noise.

"Are you lying to me, Clara?" My voice deepens, and my eyes narrow.

She gulps.

"It is a very bad idea to lie to an alpha, especially something as important as how we fuck you."

She shakes her head, mouth opening and closing, her eyes searching mine.

"Were you lying to me, Clara? You just changed the story halfway through."

"I'm… I'm nervous."

"That was not the question I asked you. I asked you if you liked it. And if the next thing that comes out of your mouth is anything but a yes or no, you'll be going straight over my lap, and your bottom will be spanked. So, think very carefully before you say the next words. Did you like it when your husband put his fingers inside your bottom? Did you like it when he thrust it in and out? Did it feel a tingly kind of good?"

"Yes." She nods hopelessly, her eyes darting to her husband.

"Good girl. I'm so pleased with you for telling us the truth. Know that we shall definitely be touching you there. Your husband wants to watch me fuck you. Are you agreeable to that? Do you want to be rutted by an alpha? Do you like the thought of that?"

She nods again.

"The words, love. Tell me the words."

"Yes, Frederick, I do."

My nostrils flare as her submission sends blood pounding into my cock. "Now, just as your husband likes the thought of me fucking you, I very much like the thought of him fucking your virgin ass while I watch. Ass fucking is delicious, filthy, and darkly depraved. I think a woman like you, who is enthusiastic in matters of lust, would take well to it. I think you will come hard and fast when your husband enjoys you there. I think you will do all manner of depraved things with a little coaching."

Her eyes search mine and she bites her bottom lip as a little shiver runs through her body. "I think I might, too. Oh! I want to come again," she pleads.

"Not yet." I tuck her head back down. Alex now wears a strained expression and is squeezing his cock through his pants.

I grin.

"I nearly fucking came," he says.

"Good. That means we are all congenial to moving forward. That I may fuck your wife while you watch. That you wish very much to take her ass. That she is a little nervous, and that is to be expected. What about me tasting her? What about me eating out her cunt? How do you feel about that?"

"Gods, I definitely want you to," he says. "I think you would enjoy her well."

"I think I would, too. And her lips on my cock? I know you think me civilized, but make no mistake, I am an alpha at my core."

"I want that too."

I look down at Clara.

"Yes," she whispers, burrowing into my chest. "It comes as a surprise to me when I never considered this before. But, yes, now, I want all of it."

I tip her head up and kiss her temple. She is a delight, so tiny and precious as she nestles on my lap. Yet there is no mistaking the way her thighs rub together as she tries to ease the growing ache.

It's time.