C2 Dylan.

"Don't bite me." I gritted out after I came from the high, but he just shrugged and continued biting my neck. I sighed at how good it felt. And my heart somersaulted with happiness because I had wanted him for so long.

If my mother finds out, she will literally kill me. Not because she loves him, but because she wants West's money.

"It will become a hickey." I hissed as he bit harder.

"Let it become one. I want everyone to know you're mine." My stomach did a little flip at his words and I stomped down on the feelings. This is just words from his orgasm. Alphas say things like this in the heat of the moment, but... but somehow this felt different.

"Your knot has gone down." I reminded him. He pulled out of me and I immediately felt empty and cold. I wiggled my ass, feeling uncomfortable at the slick mixed with his cum coming out.

He removed all the bindings and took a clean towel out of the closet and wiped me up. After it satisfied him that I was clean and lotioned for the rope marks, he went over to the closet for something else.

"Where are your clothes?" He asked.

"They always give it to us in the morning."

His expression totally closed off as he contemplated my question. "When will they remove those ropes?"

"Morning." He swore endlessly that would even make a sailor blush, raking his hands through the smooth blonde hair.

"How can you seriously take this job?" He touched those reddened marks on my hands and legs. I always use soft wristbands to hide those from everyone.

"I needed money." I said as I removed my hand from his grip.

"What about the pocket money I am giving you?"

"That's none of your business." I replied, rubbing my aching wrists. He huffed and let the matter go. He started removing his shirt, and I licked my lips, eying those muscles hidden beneath. They looked hard and strong. He was built like a goddamn wolf god. I wanted to touch them, to trace them preferably with my tongue. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You're not going to sleep naked. You are fucking freezing, Dylan."

"It's nothing." I brushed off his concern, even though he was correct.

"Shut up and put it on." I accepted the oversized shirt and wore it on my slim frame. When I looked up at him, he laughed.

"What?" I asked, glaring at him.

"You are so cute." He replied, climbing onto the bed. "Turn around." I obeyed, and he spooned me. I got the fluttering feeling again, and with that came fear. He took care of me this time, but who will ever do it again?

*****

I woke up tangled in West. I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. My face was in the crook of his neck, and one of my legs was wedged between his thighs. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my cheek and hear his steady breathing. This close to him, the spicy and sweet fragrance of his was overwhelming. He stirred, and I felt his arms wrap around me.

I felt delightful from the previous night's fucking and I wanted to do that again and again. The morning wood pressing against me didn't help the matter. It made me want to impale myself, to take every thick fucking inch of him inside me. And the knot was mind-blowing. I was grateful for the last bout of heat I had yesterday because it was the only reason my dreams of being knotted by Westley were satisfied.

I also loved being filled with his cum. It was warm inside me. I was on birth control, so I hadn't washed it out completely with the enema. That's what I'm telling myself; the problem was that I didn't want to wash out his cum. After wanting it for too long, I wasn't in any hurry to do that.

It's not like I am going to get pregnant.

So, I left it there.

"Good morning." I said. I leaned in and rubbed my nose against his before touching my lips with his. It sent a jolt of electricity through me, but he pushed me away before I could deepen the kiss. I saw the regret in his eyes and heard his thoughts out loud as if he had spoken them to me.

I sat up carefully, not showing what was going on in my mind. There was a slight burn in my ass cheeks from the spanking, in addition to the soreness inside. My dick got harder just from thinking how splendid it felt to have his rough hand spanking me. And the way he kissed them after it, no one had ever done something like that.

A knock on the door made me jump out of my fucking skin. Did they find out I screwed my stepfather? No, they mustn't. Hell, they don't even know I have a family. For them, I am just an obedient and submissive omega. Fuck, they won't even care if my father fucked me, and that thought is just gross. They don't care what I do, they want to use me.

"Clothes, Dylan." The lovely voice said. Grace. She's a beta and the granddaughter of the club's manager. She's the closest thing I have ever had to a friend. I heard the telltale sign of the door opening and let out a loud moan to keep her from entering. "Oops. Sorry for the disturbance. Keeping the clothes here."

If there is anything proper in this club, it is that they give absolute privacy. I continued my moaning and groaning, so she wouldn't get suspicious.

"What was that?" West asked.

"Morning ritual. She comes and removes the bindings." I answered without looking at him.

"How many hours do you work?"

"10 to 6. Same schedule as you." The last words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

"You spend eight hours bound daily."

"Nah. Alternate days. And not always in that position. They insist on changing things."

"How many customers do you have daily?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" I turned to look at him and was taken aback when I saw the anger on his face. His eyes had turned bright gold, but as I blinked, they returned to the ocean blue I always admire.

Must have been my imagination.

"Answer me." He all but growled at me. His pheromones were all over the place due to his anger, and my instincts warred with me to calm him down.

"Five or so." I placed a hand on his cheeks and placed my wrist scent gland as close to his nose as possible. My scent had grown much sweeter to make my... this alpha calm. He grabbed my wrists and inhaled deeply.

"Throughout the night?" He inquired.

"Yes." I hesitated, removing my hands after he calmed down considerably. "See, I know you care about me or something like that, but I am managing my life. I won't tell anyone about what happened. This is all kinds of wrong and this won't happen ever again." It was a struggle to get those words because this didn't feel wrong.

"You are right. This is wrong." The fluttering feeling, I got in my stomach when he inhaled me deeply, died a quick death. I kinda wanted him to put up some fight that we fit together or something like that, but why would he? I was just his stepson. "I should get going."

I took off his shirt, gave it to him and he put it on.

"Bye." I felt strangely hollowed out. I loved the way his body felt against mine and the way we perfectly seemed to fit. From the moment I laid my eyes on him, I knew he was the one. He was everything I needed. I just want to be with him. But apparently, he didn't feel the same because he was out the door without even replying.

I want everyone to know you're mine.

As expected, it was his pleasure speaking. Because who would want a slut like me? He'd probably think I'm doing it for satiating myself rather than for the meager pay. Half the money from this would go to my mom for the food and the other half to my son, Ian, named after my dad.

The pocket money West mentioned without saying goes to my mom. I have no idea what is she doing with all this money, but if I asked, she'd either cry and say I am a selfish son or she'd get angry and blackmail me. So, I stopped questioning all that illogical nonsense.