Runaway Omega
Chapter 163: Side Story - 3 - My Master, The Pervert

Chapter 163: Side Story - 3 - My Master, The Pervert

Synnahmen’s Point Of View

My Master was a strange Alpha. Even though he seemed to be an aggressive man, he was incredibly kind and gentle towards me. Even when he didn’t necessarily need to be.

I understood better than anyone that the memories from the past never let me rest, but if it was him –if it was my chosen Master– I felt like everything would turn out just fine.

"Does it make you nervous?" Master asked, as I stared at his assortment of things.

"No... I am a little curious though. Some of these things I’ve seen before, but most of them I have not..." I said, running a finger along the cuffs and ribbons he had laid out in the top drawers.

"Anything you see, that you know you don’t want to try? Or, anything that scares you?" He asked.

Master seemed to be nervous for some reason, but I was more curious and fascinated, than anything else.

"If it’s you, it’s fine." I smiled.

He looked at me with wide eyes. Then, his pheromones flared hard, in the enclosed space of the closet. My body shuddered in response.

I had been serious, however. He had given me a choice, not only that, but also a safeword. I’d never had any such freedoms before. I couldn’t imagine anything going wrong. So I’d let my Master have his fun, and finally find true release in the process.

"Master... Can we try some of them, now?" I asked looking up at him, hopeful.

I was already past my limit before we came to the closet. If I breathed him in any longer, I’d lose my mind.

"I suppose so... If you’re sure...?" He said, searching my face for the truth.

"Yes. Choose what you want, I’ll go wait in the bed..." I said, turning around and walking out of the closet.

I had no doubt that his mind was churning in overtime, but I didn’t know what to do with most of the things he had. So, it was easier to leave it to the professional.

I crawled back into bed and plopped my face into one of Master’s pillows. It still smelled like him, too. My mind began to race in excitement, about all the things he would try. Some of the things in the cabinets seemed scary. I wasn’t sure I could handle them, but I wouldn’t knock it until I tried them.

The thought of being tied down again, made me extremely nervous, but my Master’s scent and voice, would surely keep me centered.

My body began to grow feverish, and Master still hadn’t come out of the closet. I was beginning to get a little worried.

’Was he actually disgusted by my reaction? Was he hoping I’d say something else? Should I apologize?’

My thoughts began to spiral out of control, and into an unwanted direction. I couldn’t help but worry about unnecessary things, because I knew next to nothing about what my Master actually wanted.

’What’s taking you so long, Master?’

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Santiago’s Point Of View

I was a mental wreck. I hadn’t expected Syn to be so accepting. I hadn’t expected him to be so adorably innocent. I hadn’t expected him to want to try whatever I wanted to try, right this damn minute.

There were an innumerable amount of things I wanted to try, but I couldn’t just decide on 1 or 2. I was completely losing my mind.

I wanted to start out small...

’Bind his wrists maybe, or blindfold him?’

However, I couldn’t determine what he currently could, or couldn’t handle.

’Well, looks like we’ll have to find out through trial and error...?’

I grabbed a small duffle bag from the corner, and began to place an assortment of things inside. I let him have a safeword, so it should be relatively easy to figure out his likes and dislikes.

His scent still lingered heavily in the closet, and his hope filled smile had made my cock hard, immediately. In fact, it still hadn’t gone down. I wanted to cherish him, but I also wanted to ravage him completely.

After dropping the last few items in the bag, I slung it over my shoulder and made my way to the closet door.

But before I could reach the threshold, I was hit with a strong, unrelenting wave of pheromones. The overwhelming scent nearly stole my breath away. My body began to tremble, practically begging to respond.

"Ugh... Master..."

Synnahmen’s soft plea, snapped me back into action, and I briskly exited the closet. Unfortunately, I was wholly unprepared for the sight that greeted me, upon my exit.

There Syn was, in the center of the bed, clutching my pillow to his face with one hand, while his other hand moved leisurely behind him under the blankets.

In that instant, I felt my pheromones explode from me. He was the very definition of Sin, and I could no longer fight the urge to tease and pleasure him.

Syn took a deep breath, and then looked up with a start. When we locked eyes, his cheeks began to flush.

"Oho? Such an impatient kitten, aren’t you?" I said, feeling the smile spread across my face the redder his cheeks grew.

"Master... You took too long..." He groaned, breathlessly.

"Yeah well, I had to make sure I grabbed everything I would need... I’d ask you if you’re ready, but that doesn’t seem necessary... C’mere..." I chuckled.

He crawled across the bed to me, and stopped at the end. Everything about him seemed to drive me crazy, and push me to the edge.

"What’s your safeword?" I asked, so he could repeat it.

"Strawberry..." He murmured.

"That’s right. Don’t hesitate to use it, okay? Don’t just endure it, because you think you’ll ruin the mood. If you don’t like it, then I won’t like it. Do you understand?" I asked, running my thumb across his lips.

"Yes, Master." He nodded obediently.

I was worried that he wouldn’t use his safeword, just because he assumed that I wanted to keep going. I didn’t want him to suffer silently, so I needed to be thorough.

"How do you feel about being blindfolded?" I asked, taking a thick velvet ribbon from the bag I had sat on the bed.

"What do you mean?" Syn asked, innocently.

"I mean, this." I said, tying the ribbon around his eyes.

He tensed up for a moment, and then reached out for my arm.

"Can I be honest, Master?"

"Always." I chuckled.

"It’s scary. I don’t like not being able to see your face..." He said, trembling softly.

"We can take it off then." I said, reaching to untie it.

He tightened his grip on my arm, and then shook his head.

"It’s okay. I can still smell you, and touch you... so I’ll be okay... maybe..." He said with a goofy grin.

He was being brave for no reason, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him no.

"Just use your safeword if it becomes too much. Or tell me to remove the blindfold, okay?"

"Understood."

I nodded, and slid the blindfold up to his forehead. Syn looked up at me confused, until I pointed at 3 different floggers that I had placed beside him.

His eyes widened a bit, and he glanced between them and me, nervously.

"You pick one." I said.

"Do they hurt?"

"Uhm... a bit, I suppose... They are more sound, than pain." I said, demonstrating what I meant.

I slapped my arm with one, hard enough to leave a red print, but the sound was almost deafening. Syn, flinched at the sound that echoed throughout the room. Then, he looked at my arm in bemusement.

"Can we try all three?" He asked, and I felt my cock respond eagerly.

I couldn’t help but smirk. This guy was literally playing with fire, and he didn’t seem to notice or care.

"Yes. Right now, in fact." I said, picking him up and placing him on his feet.

I turned him around to face the bed, then placed his hands on the bed frame.

"Let’s start with 10. Can you count to 10, Syn?" I asked.

I knew the answer. He had learned with Tristan. Who knew he’d be put to the test in such a way, merely a few days later?

Syn looked back at me nervously, clearly knowing what I knew, but still hesitant to answer.

"Master.... That’s a bad habit of yours, isn’t it?" He asked, pouting.

"Yup, you caught me. I love to tease you. You’re just so fucking cute when I do." I chuckled.

"I-I’ll count..." He sighed, looking away from me.

"That’s a good boy." I replied, pulling the blindfold back down over his eyes.

"Don’t forget to breathe. And do try to focus enough to count properly, okay?" I asked, running a finger down his spine.

His pheromones answered me before his lips could. I couldn’t help but grin with immense satisfaction.

’Hahaha.... Yup, I’m a total pervert...’