+Chapter 24+

Caspian's plan was to distract Asher from him, and that had been going well so far, breakfast long forgotten on the table.

He took Asher's ringed fingers in his hair as a sign of approval, so he didn't predict that the Alpha would use it as leverage to thrust deeper into his mouth.

Caspian's eyes watered, he barely had half of Asher's dick in his mouth but he could hardly breathe, and like his position wasn't bad enough, his body decided to betray him.

His toes curled from the pleasure pooling in his middle, and he couldn't tell if he was light-headed from the pleasure or the lack of oxygen, sitting on his knees in a pool of Asher's scent with the Alpha's dick down his throat.

Caspian rested his head on Asher's clothed thigh when he pulled out, a dazed expression on his face.

It was the worst possible timing but he was hard, the lacy panties he had on uncomfortably tight.

He was barely keeping himself upright, his eyes unfocused as Asher used his gentle grip on his hair to tip his head back.

Caspian squirmed when Asher kissed him, trying and failing to adjust in a way that didn't make him feel like his cock was getting strangled.

"You have to finish what you started," Asher let him know, a predatory glint in those hazel gold eyes.

Caspian wasn't as daunted as he used to be by the size of Asher, now he was more worried about cumming before the Alpha - that might be hard to hide.

Wasn't this such a great time to learn new things about himself, sexually?

Asher's dick was slicked up so it was easier to get it in his mouth the second time, and just like his lips, his precum had a smoky hint to the taste.

His lashes were clumped with tears, his hair tousled from Asher's fingers. He handled the thrusting better this time, remembering to breathe.

It got hard when Asher trusted without breaks, clearly close. The fog in his head thickened, so far gone that he didn't realize he was grinding against his panties until Asher pulled out.

He looked confused for a split second, Asher's cum painting his face, the Alpha cursing his name.

Caspian wanted to lie down, he wanted to cum. He could feel slick dripping uncomfortably down the back of his thighs but he still had the presence of mind to tug his sweater down to hide any possible bulge.

Asher straightened his clothes, forcing himself to his feet as he watched Cassia try to make herself smaller, her sweet scent on his tongue.

He wasn't dense, he knew she had done that to stop his advances, and he had allowed it because he wanted to see how far she would take it.

It ended with his cum on her face and a look on her eyes that made him want to pick her up and fuck her into the bed. But she had kept her end of the deal so he would hold back.

His control was a thin string though so although he hated to leave her like this, he had to force himself to leave the room and practice a couple of breathing exercises right outside the closed door, his sweatpants already starting to get uncomfortably tight.

Asher's chuckle was a bit self-deprecating, of course, he would crave the one Omega that didn't want his touch.

Caspian frowned as Asher's scent got fainter, lifting a hand reflexively to reach for him when he started for the exit. He put his hand down quickly, relieved that the Alpha had been nice enough to leave him be without questions.

Because Caspian couldn't possibly say his own name, much more hold a conversation.

He really should get up and go to the bathroom but he doubted that his legs would listen to him. He tried anyway, and he stumbled a bit but he made it, locking himself in.

Caspian caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and he was reminded of the state of his face. He went over to the sink but instead of washing his face, he reached under his skirt that was already bunched up from his earlier activities.

He freed his poor bruised cock from the confines of his panties, a soft shuddering moan leaving him from the slight stimulation.

He didn't stay on his feet for very long, crumbling to the cold pristine tiles as he tried to muffle his moans, overstimulated but needing to come.

It didn't take long, he unconsciously smeared Asher's come on his face as he tried to cover his mouth with a hand, soiling the thigh-highs he had on.

Caspian had to lean against the wall for several long minutes, shuddering from the aftershocks.

How dare he judge rich people for what they got into when he was quickly sinking into perversion?

He would have to take a shower now, the sweater and skirt were fine but there was no saving his panties and socks, he would have to change them.

Caspian returned to the room to find it cleaned up, Asher nowhere around. He should probably figure out what to do next but he was exhausted.

So he just changed his underwear, pulled on another pair of stockings, and dived under the covers.

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Jael was driving back to the mansion, deep in thought. Caspian Mendez's things couldn't be found, it was unexpected to find out that the Omega had given him his real name at first.

It explained a lot of little things, why he couldn't walk in heels, why he had been wearing a wig, and why he was completely averse to Asher.

He still couldn't tell the Omega's connection to Nikolai, considering that the other Mafia King didn't even know his real gender. He would have to do his own research about his past, maybe something useful would come up.

But for now, he had to figure out how to break the news to his boss. Asher had taken the day off, no doubt to finally bed the Omega he bought, he might have already found out.

He hadn't gotten a call yet though so it was possible that the Omega found another way to keep his identity a secret.

The Omega hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but the final verdict was up to Asher. If he chose to let him go, Jael would just arrange for the winning bid to go to him.

He deserved it for the traumatic experiences he had to go through anyway.