Danny was just the most incredible sub I’d ever had the pleasure of dominating. His submission was exquisite, so perfectly matched to my desires.

I wanted so much from Danny, and he wanted to give it to me.

I’d brought him up to my bedroom, where I was planning to fuck him roughly. I also had more toys up here which would be a surprise for him. The collar I’d purchased from the sex toy website was sitting in the drawer, pristine and unused, along with the leather harness. Danny had a great body, and the harness would highlight the lines of his muscles.

He was watching me expectantly, wide eyes and lips apart. He licked his lips quickly, and just the sight of his tongue made my cock even harder.

“Come here,” I said, “and undress.”

He scrambled to obey, stumbling slightly as he walked toward me and took off his clothes with quivering fingers. I could hear his breathing speed up, and I almost felt like I could hear his heart pounding in his chest too.

When he was fully naked, clothes tossed to the side, I saw his cock standing proudly from a thatch of hair, balls already tightening.

It was hot to think we had such a powerful effect on each other.

“Fold your clothes,” I said. “I want you to keep things neat.”

Again, he rushed to obey me, picking up the clothes and arranging them in a neat pile. Satisfied, I made a come hither motion with my hand.

“I’ve got a couple of surprises for you,” I said, smiling indulgently as I thought of the collar around his slender white neck and the harness straps over his chest.

“You do, sir?” he asked, smiling bashfully. His cheeks were already starting to redden and his chest was flushed. We hadn’t even started yet and I could see him slipping into subspace, his eyes half-lidded.

“Yes, I bought these thinking of how good they would look on you,” I said, turning to the chest of drawers and taking the toys out.

I held up the harness first. The deep black color would be a striking contrast on his porcelain skin. He stood still with eyes wide in wonder as I fitted it over him. I knew he was an experienced sub, no stranger to the BDSM scene, but I wondered if he’d ever had harnesses and other accouterments of his own.

I adjusted the buckles so the harness fit snugly, but not too tightly. “Does this feel alright?” I asked, sliding a finger under the straps to make sure it was comfortable.

“Yes, sir,” he said, and he couldn’t control the smile that broke out across his face. “Thank you, sir.”

I smiled back, and this time, it came from the real me, not the dominant persona I affected. “Good.”

I took a step back to admire him. The leather went across his collarbones and around his shoulders, then criss-crossed across his back, meeting at the front. The buckles were an old brass color, giving the whole thing a luxurious look.

I couldn’t wait to see him in the club looking like this. Or rather, seeing other people admire him. My sub.

If that was what he wanted to be.

Next was the collar. “I have one more thing,” I said, fishing it out of the drawer. “I like using these to control my subs.”

I unbuckled the collar and slid it around his neck, using a finger to make sure it was properly fitted. I went around him and buckled it closed.

“How does that feel?” I said in his ear, quietly and silkily.

“Good, sir,” he said. “It fits just right.”

I nodded. “And how does it make you feel?”

I held his chin in my hand and tilted it up.

“It makes me feel more… more like I’m yours, sir,” he said, and again the flush spread across his cheeks. “Like I’m yours to play with and use.”

“That’s exactly how I want you to feel,” I said. “Vulnerable, completely under my control. This collar means you obey me as long as it’s on.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, with more energy this time.

I was excited to get started as well. Being a dom and planning a scene was partially about my desires and partially about his. Many people didn’t realize that submissives actually had a lot of control—I would never do anything that crossed Danny’s limits, and I wanted to please him, in a way, and make this a good experience that fulfilled him as much as it fulfilled me.

But right now, he was here to satisfy my desires, and I was going to make him to do whatever the fuck I wanted.

It was a great feeling, to have a willing sex slave. And one so obedient and heart-stoppingly gorgeous as Danny, to boot.

“I can’t wait to take that ass,” I said, hooking a finger through the D-ring in the front of the collar and pulling him to the bed. I positioned him on the mattress just how I wanted him—ass up, legs apart, head down.

And I didn’t waste any time in sliding my cock right in. He was wet and I was hard—no surprises there, considering the crazy amount of lust we had for each other—and I started pounding him immediately. He needed to know he was mine, for now, at least, and that if I wanted to fuck him hard, he would take it.

He moaned with every thrust, as I drove myself deeper and deeper, getting my fill of his sweet omega ass. His walls tightened around me, squeezing me even more, drawing me closer to orgasm. I thought about cumming on his ass, splashing my orgasm all over him, painting him with my pleasure. Maybe later.

I had other things to do first.

“Good boy,” I said. “So tight, so wet.” I growled as I drove even further and heard him mewl. But he was so, so good, taking me without complaint. I could tell he wanted my approval more than anything, and he was earning it.

After some more fucking, I decided I’d had enough to sate myself for now, and I pulled out, wiping the excess slick from his entrance with a towel.

I had one more toy I wanted to use tonight. I told him to stay still where he was and walked back to the drawer, taking out a pair of handcuffs.

Some people I’d met scoffed at handcuffs, thinking they were fit only for people dabbling in BDSM. “BDSM lite,” they called it. But they were missing out. Handcuffs hurt a little, in a good way, and they were, after all, a way to restrain a sub. I wanted Danny at my mercy, and with his hands held behind his back, he would be.

With a swift movement, I clapped the cuffs around his wrists and we both heard them click closed. I saw a shiver travel through him as I did so, and that same shiver reached my cock, making me hard again.

I turned him over so he was on his back on the mattress, looking up at me with pleading eyes and a cock like a flagpole, standing straight and weeping at the tip, begging for touch, for release. He was squirming slightly because having his hands bound with metal behind his back had to be uncomfortable.

That was how I wanted him right now. A little uncomfortable. I saw his Adam’s apple move against the collar, and the harness pressed flat against his collarbone, and I was practically salivating at the delicious sight before me.

I picked up his knees and pushed them forward so his entrance was exposed to me. Even though I’d wiped him with the towel, he’d started leaking slick again. He was just that turned on.

He whimpered when I fingered his hole, then I knelt on the floor so I was level with his ass. “You like me playing with your omega hole?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” he moaned. “Please, sir, play with it more.”

“Hey, who’s calling the shots around here?” I asked playfully.

“S-sorry, sir,” he moaned, squirming even as I held his legs firmly.

Without warning, I pressed forward and slipped my tongue into his entrance, tonguing him and licking him all around, enjoying the way he pulsed and puckered and throbbed. I moved my tongue up to his balls, licking them slightly for a reprieve, then traveled back down, attacking his ass and enjoying the salty-sweet taste of his slick.

He was bucking at my face by the time I’d finished with him and stood back up, licking the last of his flavor off my lips.

“You taste good, omega,” I said. “Dirty little thing.”

His pupils were blown wide with arousal and his poor cock, untouched this whole time, was red and twitching, precum dripping down its length. He whimpered, having gone nonverbal.

I loved when I made a sub lose his words.

I had to take him again, and I had to cum on him, his flat stomach being the perfect canvas to paint with my pleasure.

I lined his entrance up with my cock and slid myself right in again, wasting no time and pounding him harder than I had before. I held his thighs so he couldn’t move away, and he was forced to take my whole length, as much as I wanted to give him.

I leaned forward so his cock was pressed between our bellies, getting a good dose of friction, and our sweaty skins slid against each other as we fucked. He was meeting my thrusts with the movements of his hips, helping me get even deeper.

I was so turned on that I was going to come immediately, and I let myself loose with a loud growl. “Come for me,” I told him, and I felt him spurt onto his stomach as we shuddered together, him moaning and me growling with the intensity of our orgasms.

I was still for a moment as I came back down to earth, and I pulled myself out and flopped onto the bed beside him. Then, remembering the handcuffs, I turned him over and immediately unlatched them, letting him stretch his arms.

His eyes were closed as he lay on my bed, and I gently moved him as I took the collar and harness off. I didn’t want to, because they looked so beautiful on his skin. But there would be other opportunities to enjoy him in leather again.

I sat on the bed and helped him onto my lap, caressing him and comforting him for being so good.

My head was finally starting to clear after our intense sex session. People didn’t talk about it as much, but doms often got into a different headspace during scenes too.

As Danny lay in my lap, almost dozing, I thought about what had really happened. Danny had given himself to me completely. Of course, he’d given a lot of himself to me before, when we’d played, but this felt different. He hadn’t held anything back.

And honestly? That kind of scared me. It was a lot of responsibility. When you were a dom in control of a scene and the sub was in subspace, half-aware of what was going on, you became starkly aware of how much you held their mental, physical, and emotional well-being in your hands. Literally.

And because I felt romantic feelings for Danny, it seemed amplified. I really couldn’t fuck this up, because if I did—that was it. I wouldn’t be worthy of being his alpha.

But I seemed to have done a good job, because Danny seemed happy, curled up in my lap. It struck me how small he was compared to me. That wasn’t surprising, because alphas were typically big guys and omegas smaller, but to see it starkly like this… it touched something in my heart and made me want to hold him close and protect him.

Danny sighed, blinked, and stretched his legs out. I realized he was stirring and squeezed him gently. “You okay?” I asked in a soft voice.

“Mmmmm,” said Danny. “I feel great. A bit sore, maybe, but great. Like a million bucks. God, I love getting fucked.”

I laughed out loud at his frank statement. Danny pulled himself up to a sitting position, his eyes level with mine and his arms around my shoulders, draped lazily like he was incredibly comfortable. He had a dopey smile on his face and his movements were languid, almost cat-like.

“What?” I asked playfully, since he was looking me right in the eyes.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re just… you’re very handsome, you know that?”

“Yeah?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Danny’s expression became serious, and he sat up straighter. “No, really. Any omega would be lucky to have you. You’re incredibly sexy, and emotionally intelligent, and you’ve got a lot going for you.”

My heart skittered a beat. Why was he telling me this? Weren’t we supposed to be friends with benefits? It felt like the boundaries were dissolving slightly, and though my heart soared to hear his words, I felt uncomfortable, too. What we had was built on a shaky foundation.

I wanted to ask Danny why that lucky omega couldn’t be him. It didn’t make any sense as to why we weren’t dating. I mean, I knew why we weren’t, but… it seemed like we were dating just minus the label. This wasn’t just sex anymore. No way.

“Thanks,” I said finally, unsure of how else to take the compliment. I desperately wanted to bring up the conversation again, but I didn’t want to scare him.

But how long could we keep going like this?

Danny tilted his head and regarded me with concern. “What’s wrong?”

I opened my mouth, hesitating to speak. But I couldn’t hold back on my feelings.

“I just… this feels less like friends with benefits and more like… well, something more. And I’m not sure if that’s what you wanted,” I said. Even though I was an alpha—supposedly fearless, with a hold on my emotions—I was downright terrified, though I didn’t want to show it.

“I mean… if cuddling with you and giving you compliments equals being in a relationship, that’s news to me,” said Danny, pulling back slightly. “I can’t put the friend in friends with benefits? I mean, it’s not like we’re dating.”

“No, we aren’t,” I said, “but it just feels… I don’t know. I—I like you, Danny.”

“I like you too, Archer. But it doesn’t seem like a relationship is right for either of us right now,” he said. “If you want one, you should just tell me.”

That felt like a trap. Not a consciously laid one, but a trap nonetheless. There was no way I was going to keep him around if I admitted my true feelings.

“I wouldn’t mind trying it out,” I said, immediately regretting my half-assed response. I didn’t want to admit it fully in case I scared him. But being vague about my feelings was not the way to go. Certainly not the alpha thing to do.

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “I mean, I like you a lot, and I think we could be good for each other, but a relationship seems like a lot right now. And sure, maybe we could try it out. You could try out a relationship with anyone. But if you really, truly have feelings for me, then you need to let me know because… I can’t get sucked into that right now.”

“I get it,” I said, unable to believe what I was hearing. He’d pretty clearly said that if I admitted my feelings, he’d break this off with me. And there was no way I was losing Danny after I’d finally found him again.

“Great,” Danny said. “This needs to be healthy for both of us.”

That didn’t make any sense, I thought. Maybe Danny actually did have feelings for me but was unable to voice them for some reason. My heart yearned for more, and I knew the right thing to do would be to confess my feelings, but…

Danny had slid down again and curled up in my arms, resting his head on my chest, his cheek pressed against my bare skin. I wrapped my arms around him and he sighed and nuzzled against me.

I almost felt angry. How dare he pull something like this after setting such a hard boundary? How dare he lead me on like this? There was no way he didn’t know I had feelings for him, and if he did know, this was incredibly cruel.

But as I looked at his flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelids, his chest slowly rising and falling, I realized I was in so deep, that even if I wanted to, I wasn’t getting out any time soon.

This omega had burrowed his way into my heart and set up residence. And he had no intention of leaving.