Runaway Omega
Chapter 176: Side Story - 16 - Sealing The Deal

Chapter 176: Side Story - 16 - Sealing The Deal

Santiago’s Point Of View

"Ðo you want to take a bath, Syn?" I asked.

He had been so excited to play with Tristan today, only to be halted by his sudden labor. After spending a few hours curled up next to the Omega, we had been kicked out by Ferdinand and the doctors.

Now, he seemed to be spaced out and not exactly, there. I had never had any desire to have children– I was content to serve Sylvester for the rest of my life– if Syn asked me, I wouldn’t exactly turn him down, but he had to know I wouldn’t exactly be a decent parent.

"Tristan is so strong, isn’t he?" He mumbled absently.

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn’t do it... The thought of being pregnant and giving birth, is terrifying... Yet even though he was scared, it never showed. Even after having the baby, he was just as happy... He’s so incredibly strong... I wish I was strong, too..." He sighed, laying back on the bed.

"Yeah, he’s been through a lot of things that probably molded him into the person he is today. But, you’re wrong... You are ridiculously strong too. There are many people who could not go through what you have, and still smile. They could never suffer the way you did, and still go on living... I know, because I am one such person. I think you are incredibly strong, and kind. Give yourself some credit too."

"I’m not strong. It’s more like unfortunate and lucky. I’ve tried many times to kill myself... I clung to you like a lifeline, desperate to escape that place. It didn’t matter to me if you were a terrible person. Because you saved me, and gave me warmth when I needed it..."

I couldn’t help but wince at the truth behind his words. At the time, I had been tasked to save the Omegas. I didn’t have any intentions of keeping one, but just one look into those helpless green eyes and I was lost.

An uncontrollable urge to protect him had surged inside me. It was the first time I had put the mission second, albeit subconsciously. With him I questioned everything, daily. Constantly teetering between loyalty and love. It was unnerving.

"Will you take a bath with me, Master?" Syn asked, rolling over on the bed to look up at me.

"If that’s what you want, I won’t appose."

"Yes, please..."

"Alright. You go pick out your pajamas, and I’ll draw the bath." I said, standing up and heading for the bathroom.

I quickly turned on the faucet and began filling the tub, adding his favorite oils and bubbles to the mix. I then began to set out his loofah, shampoo, and conditioner as well.

As I busied myself with getting everything set up, Syn sauntered into the bathroom. When I looked up to confirm that it was indeed him walking into the bathroom, my breath caught in my throat.

There were times like now– that Syn would do things that made me want to cherish him more– but at the same time, burn that facility and it’s directors to the ground.

He walked over towards me and the tub in all his naked glory, and effortlessly climbed into the tub with an innocent smile on his face.

"Aah... It really does smell amazing in here." He sighed, sinking into the water.

I could do nothing but stare at him until he was completely submerged in the water, the bubbles coming up to his chin.

"I-Is it... Too hot?" I finally choked out.

"No. It’s perfect. Come join me." He murmured softly.

I began to get undressed, and then made my way into the bath as well. Once the water was high enough, I turned off the faucet and leaned back into the water.

"Master?"

"What is it, love?"

"Do you want kids someday?"

"Not really... Only if you want children... I’m not sure I’d be a decent parent. I wouldn’t know the first thing about being one..."

"I’m not sure I would know what to do either... I’m too much of a coward to even try, anyway..."

"It’s okay. The only experiences I’ve had with parents was my mother dying while giving birth to me, and my father’s unrelenting cruelty towards me because she died. At best, I’d just try to give them a better life than the one I had... But in truth, I don’t want a child bad enough to risk your life for it..."

Synnahmen made an inscrutable face, then he leaned against my chest. He took a slow, deep breath, and rubbed his thumb in circles on my thigh.

"That sounds awful... Life is too cruel..." He murmured.

"Yeah... It can be. But I found you, so I can hardly say that life is all bad..." I said, kissing the top of his head.

’All the suffering that I’ve endured was worth it, if it meant I could have you forever....’

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Synnahmen’s Point Of View

My heart ached for my Master... His life sounded cruel and unfortunate as well. He was just as strong as Tristan was.

However, hearing a bit about his childhood did shine a light on why he had such a warped view on sex and love, and I had suddenly been struck with a deep curiosity.

"Master? What scares you more? Pain, or not being in control?"

"Control, definitely... Why?"

I smiled softly, my prediction had been right. When we had sex, he took pleasure in my pleasure, but he also became extremely aroused by my pain.

"Just... Curious..." I said, sliding a hand up his inner thigh.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, and looked down at me in shocked confusion. Even though I had told him to do his worst, I could tell that he was still going ridiculously easy on me. Even after nearly a year of being with him. On top of that, he was still hesitant to mate with me.

I was beginning to think that maybe I just wasn’t good enough... But the more I thought that way, the more jealous and angry I became. It was time for me to take the bull by the horns.

’It’s now or never...’

I abruptly gripped his cock forcefully, and began to squeeze the head then released it in a steady rhythm. I made sure the pace wasn’t slow, but I also made sure that it would keep him right at the edge of euphoria. Master hissed out a sharp breath, grabbing my wrist in the process.

"You are not allowed to touch me without my permission..." I chided, looking him directly in the eyes.

His eyes went wide, and his cock twitched in my hand. I realized earlier– when I had asked my question out of curiosity– that even though he liked to inflict pain and take control, he also wanted to be controlled.

Master’s body only evinced my hypothesis further, when his eyes began to flicker rapidly– and he gnashed his teeth– instead of stopping me by force.

His tub wasn’t massive, but it was big enough for us to easily sit side by side. I straddled my Master, and took his cock into both hands.

The water only came up halfway to his chest. So I lazily stroked his cock, while I nibbled along his collarbone and throat.

"Master.... You smell so good... All the time..."

"Syn... I want to touch you..."

"No... Learn some patience." I chuckled.

The more I stroked his cock, the more tense his body became– like a spring drawn back to its limit. I could distinctly see the muscles in his chest, arms, and abdomen grow taut– rippling in the water that had now begun to oscillate around us.

I began to work his length while running my thumbs over the tip of his cock. His eyes slammed shut, and he threw his head back while simultaneously pumping his hips.

I put more force behind my teeth on his throat, and he hissed out another breath while grabbing the rim of the tub. It felt like his cock was growing in size and girth, in my hands. His pheromones grew stronger, and my body trembled with excitement.

Master continued to grind his molars, but it sounded extremely painful to me. So, I decided to reward him for his patience. I leaned up to his slightly parted lips, and kissed him gently.

He immediately accepted our contiguity, and deepened the kiss. His sapid taste of mint chocolate, immediately began to permeate my senses, and heralded my ineluctable undoing.

Master broke away from the kiss first, looking at me with searching eyes. It seemed as if he honestly couldn’t understand what was currently going through my mind.

So, I decided to be blunt.

"Master, will you mate with me?"

His eyes slowly widened, and then he glanced away from me. I was beginning to get a little pissed off.

"Ah! Stop! W-What are you doing? You’re going to hurt yourself!" He yelled, as I began positioning him at my entrance.

"Don’t touch me!" I yelled back, as he abruptly grabbed my arms.

He looked at me in worried shock, but I didn’t need any of that right now.

"Master... I’m not fragile! I want to be with you... Now, and forever... I... ugh... I really do... Love you! Aah!" I declared, forcefully taking the entirety of his cock inside of me.

"I know, Syn. I love you too... I just..."

His trembling hands cupped my face hesitantly, before he gave me a gentle kiss. When I opened my eyes, I flinched in shock. Master was crying, and I began to worry about his reply.

"Okay, Syn. You win. I’ll mate with you... But not in the tub, okay?"

I brightened up, immediately.

"Okay! Thank you, Master! I love you!"

"Can I touch you now?"

"Yes!"

’Please don’t ever let me go, Master...’