The morning after

I woke up to the bright sunshine tickling my nose. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around, because I was still a bit disoriented.

I was in a very modern and exquisite looking bedroom. Everything was kept in black and gray tones, that matched perfectly with each other. The interior was probably all designer furniture.

I was confused for a moment, but then the memories from last night hit me again.

"Ah, shit. What did I do?" I scolded myself quietly.

I looked to the left the side of the bed and saw a half-naked Mr. Jones lying there.

He was still sleeping. I gasped nervously and examined my own state of clothing myself:

I was wearing a black shirt and boxer shorts, both of which were way too big for me.

I couldn't remember that I put them on though. I also didn't feel sticky or dirty in any way.

Did he clean me up?

It was strange.

But that was beside the point now.

I should get out of here as inconspicuously as possible. Preferably without Mr. Jones noticing me. I wanted to spare myself with this shame. I didn't want to give him this satisfaction as well.

So I got up cautiously. I checked again if Mr. Jones was still asleep - which he apparently was - and then tried to walk out the room as quietly as possible.

But with the first step i took, i realized that i probably wouldn't even reach the door. My whole body was sore and my legs gave up right away. I immediately fell to the ground with a thud.

"What the actual f-"

"Are your legs not working anymore?" I heard a husky voice saying with a low chuckle.

"Oh just shut the fuck up." I said grumpily. I was still sitting on the floor. my body felt too drained to get up. So I looked up at him from below.

He eyed me with an interested gaze.

"You should work more on your stamina. you passed out after the fifth round." He informed me quite casual.

"Who the hell has sex straight for five fucking rounds?! This is not normal anymore! You are the abnormal one here!" I accused him angrily.

"You came really often too. No wonder why you are so exhausted today." He continued and totally ignored my comment with that.

"Well, of course! For someone like me who hasn't had any experience in this area before, this can be quite overwhelming." I replied indignantly.

"For someone like - wait. You were a virgin?!" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, of course!"

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I thought you might notice how inexperienced I am!"

"You didn't appear inexperienced to me at all!"

"That's probably because of all the smut stories I've read."

"What?"

"Ah, nothing." I waved him off.

"But honestly: why didn't you tell me anything?" He asked quite seriously this time.

"Would that have changed anything?"

I highly doubted that.

"Yes of course! I would have been a lot more careful. And I would have tried to hold myself back. I went for all on you yesterday!" He seemed like he was blaming himself.

"And how could you still be a virgin at 25? Your scent is the best I've ever smelled. As soon as I saw you I needed to gather every ounce of my strength not to rip your clothes off and pound you right there in the anteroom. How is it that no one has tried to get into your pants yet?" Now he was the one who was outraged. I was taken aback for a short time, but then I smiled.

"They just weren't … interested in me I guess." I shrugged.

"Come here, let me help you up." He said with a surprisingly soft voice and came to my side of the bed.

He easily picked me up off the floor and then placed me on his lap so that I straddled his hips. I immediately blushed again and avoided eye contact.

"Heh, you're so cute when you get all shy." He remarked.

"Stop calling me out like that. It's embarrassing." I said while covering my face with my hands.

Suddenly he started to massage my thighs. I gasped. I felt him getting hard beneath me again.

"W-what?" I was surprised.

How could he still have the energy for something like that now? I was completely exhausted.

"Too bad that your body is so sore right now … I would love to-"

"Stop saying all these nasty things!" I cut him off with burning cheeks.

He chuckled.

"Does it turn you on?"

I didn't answer. I just looked embarrassed to the side.

"It does." Answered Mr. Jones to himself with a satisfied grin.

"Does my cute girl like dirty talk? You're so naughty." He continued massaging my thighs softly. His hands slid further up, under my oversized t-shirt, and then gently caressed my waist. His large hands felt incredibly good on my body. I tried not to make any noise because I knew it would awaken his feral side immediately. And that would be the end for me.

"You look so fuckable right now."

"Stop it!" I wailed.

He laughed.

"What did you expect when you sit here in my clothes on my lap? That it wouldn't turn me on?"

"Then let me down." I said and moved, but he held me in place with a firm grip.

"No." He just said with a devious smile.

"Let me go." I tried to stand up, but i could hardly move.

Suddenly he grabbed my arms and pulled me down so that I fell on top of him with a little yelp.

Our faces were now only a few inches apart. I looked into his steel gray eyes. His intense gaze really bothered me.

Damn, he was so handsome. I pressed my lips together.

"I will never let you go. You're mine now. And you'll always be mine." He informed me while he pushed a strand of my red hair behind my ear.

Then he placed a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss was gentle and caring. Almost innocent compared to those of yesterday.

He had always struck me as an unapproachable being. An insidious predator. But now he looked more like a cuddly bear. He was almost … adorable.

He observed me very extensively for some time. Then he began to speak thoughtfully:

"What Mr. Satori said to you yesterday...does it happen often?"

He seemed genuinely interested. But I still found it difficult to see inside his head. I didn't know what was going on in his mind. He was not easy to read.

"It happens all the time. Why do you think I had to pretend to be an Alpha in the first place? Otherwise I would never have gotten a job in a management position. But it's okay, I got used to it."

"You got used to it?"

"Yeah, It's not like I had a choice."

"This must be really hard for you."

"It's not easy, that's true. but I don't put up with it either. after all, I'm not a normal omega."

"No, you definitely are not." He laughed.

Then he suddenly got up with a jerk. At the same time he picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the room in bridal style. I only acknowledged his sudden behavior with a startled squeak.

"Come on let's get up. I'll make us breakfast." He said with a warm smile.

"You can cook?" I asked in disbelief while I held onto him.

"Ouch. that hurt." He said mock offended.