Altered Mental States
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fickle_obsessedGrey had been waiting for this since the last time she’d ‘taken care’ of Malcolm. He’d been mostly avoiding her ever since and she’d taken the hint, he hated her knowing what he was and she knew better than to mention it. It could only be ignored for so long though, they both knew that. She knew Malcolm resented it, so she kept her distance, got all her bollockings second hand from Jamie. It was a shame really, she missed Malcolm yelling at her, getting that bit too close. Just because she knew he was an omega, she really couldn’t see why that had to change anything, it wasn’t like she’d even worked it out until she’d been working for him for a year and he’d gone into heat. Now she knew though it was like he couldn’t even bear to look at her, like she’d emasculated him or something. It was ridiculous really. She’d never met a better example of an alpha, the fact he wasn’t one really didn’t come into it, except for in his head.
Still she knew things would change eventually, that the heat would come and ignoring her would be much less of an option. It was fucked up really, but knowing he’d either have to come crawling back or deal with the agony of heat gave her a strange sense of power. She just hoped he wasn’t quite as stubborn as he seemed.
She could smell it in the air before she even got into the building, the pheromones that made her twitch even when so faded. God she hoped Malcolm was going to accept what he was and come to her or she was gonna have to spend most of the day in the toilet with her hand around her cock. The scent grew stronger with every step until she got to her desk, already fully hard inside her trousers that really weren’t loose enough to hide that fact. As soon as she got her emails up she saw his name in her inbox and felt her heart flip. Knowing him it was probably telling her to work from home, but then he could have emailed her personal email or texted that, saved her from coming in, catching his scent, so maybe it was good news, or for maybe it was completely unrelated and there was another omega in the building. Fuck she hoped not, she’d offer her services, course she would, but it wouldn’t be the same. Malcolm wasn’t just an omega, he was her omega whether he acknowledged it or not.
My office. NOW
It had been sent at 6.30am, two hours ago, and knowing Malcolm at least half an hour after he’d got in himself. Probably wasn’t him about to sack her then.
Malcolm was already naked, fucking himself roughly with a dildo, when she let herself into his office. Locking the door quickly she pressed her back against it as she watched, trying not to breathe in the scent of his pheromones. She was already way too horny, way too eager to get between his legs and replace that dildo with her cock, but if she wasn’t very careful she’d come the second she was inside him, which really wouldn’t work for either of them,
“You took your fucking time,” he growled, his hand keeping up the punishing rhythm as he spoke.
“Shoulda texted,” she managed, already feeling dizzy with need as she watched him.
“Didn’t want you thinking I’m easy,” he said breathlessly with a bit of a laugh.
Grey didn’t speak for a moment, too transfixed by what he was doing, by the scent of his sex thick in the air. “As if,” she said, pushing away from the door, fumbling with the flies of her trousers as she strode towards him, pausing only to push them down along with her boxers as she stood between his legs.
“Fuck me,” he said looking up at her.
Reaching to take the dildo from him he shook his head and carried on fucking himself.
“How the-”
Malcolm shifted position just enough to expose his arsehole.
Grey almost said something, but thought better of it, Malcolm wasn’t exactly himself, but she’d bet he kept just enough in reserve for if she asked questions. Watching his face she pressed the tip of her cock against him and pushed forward with a grunt. Fuck he was tight, but already slick with sweat and his own juices and he hadn’t protested or winced as she carried on, thrusting into him while he sat there, feeling the dildo against her cock as he fucked himself desperately, his eyes burning into hers.
“It got worse,” he hissed. “Cos of you.”
Grey closed her eyes, fucked him harder, hoping he might stop talking.
“Fucking alphas!” he said, fucking himself harder still, reaching with his free hand to pull her closer, deeper. “I was fine with my fingers,” he told her. “Then you come along and fucking come inside me with that big fucking cock of yours!” His nails dug into her arse cheeks and she opened her eyes, How he could still remain so much himself even while being DPed was really fucking impressive she had to admit.
“So now I’m fucking stuck with you. My fucking alpha!”
Swatting his hand away Grey took the dildo from him, taking over as she looked down at him, so dazed she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. “Hmmm?”
“My fucking alpha,” he spat.
The words made her push into him even harder, as she felt him pulsing around her, making her come inside him as he pushed the dildo out of himself and squirted all over her shirt and thighs.
Panting she dropped the dildo to the floor, but stayed inside him. “Say that again.”
“You fucking win, Grey,” he said. “I get it now. I’ve been fucking myself for the last two hours and it’s done nothing. You’re my fucking alpha, congratulations on getting the worst fucking omega in history.”
Smiling she leant in to kiss him hungrily, slowly starting to fuck him again. “Gonna need you to say that again when I’m not balls deep.”
“Gonna need you to fuck me a few more dozen times.”
“Think I can handle that, for my omega,” she said with a smirk. “And for the record loving this whole desperate thing you’ve got going on. Real fucking turn on.”
Still she knew things would change eventually, that the heat would come and ignoring her would be much less of an option. It was fucked up really, but knowing he’d either have to come crawling back or deal with the agony of heat gave her a strange sense of power. She just hoped he wasn’t quite as stubborn as he seemed.
She could smell it in the air before she even got into the building, the pheromones that made her twitch even when so faded. God she hoped Malcolm was going to accept what he was and come to her or she was gonna have to spend most of the day in the toilet with her hand around her cock. The scent grew stronger with every step until she got to her desk, already fully hard inside her trousers that really weren’t loose enough to hide that fact. As soon as she got her emails up she saw his name in her inbox and felt her heart flip. Knowing him it was probably telling her to work from home, but then he could have emailed her personal email or texted that, saved her from coming in, catching his scent, so maybe it was good news, or for maybe it was completely unrelated and there was another omega in the building. Fuck she hoped not, she’d offer her services, course she would, but it wouldn’t be the same. Malcolm wasn’t just an omega, he was her omega whether he acknowledged it or not.
My office. NOW
It had been sent at 6.30am, two hours ago, and knowing Malcolm at least half an hour after he’d got in himself. Probably wasn’t him about to sack her then.
Malcolm was already naked, fucking himself roughly with a dildo, when she let herself into his office. Locking the door quickly she pressed her back against it as she watched, trying not to breathe in the scent of his pheromones. She was already way too horny, way too eager to get between his legs and replace that dildo with her cock, but if she wasn’t very careful she’d come the second she was inside him, which really wouldn’t work for either of them,
“You took your fucking time,” he growled, his hand keeping up the punishing rhythm as he spoke.
“Shoulda texted,” she managed, already feeling dizzy with need as she watched him.
“Didn’t want you thinking I’m easy,” he said breathlessly with a bit of a laugh.
Grey didn’t speak for a moment, too transfixed by what he was doing, by the scent of his sex thick in the air. “As if,” she said, pushing away from the door, fumbling with the flies of her trousers as she strode towards him, pausing only to push them down along with her boxers as she stood between his legs.
“Fuck me,” he said looking up at her.
Reaching to take the dildo from him he shook his head and carried on fucking himself.
“How the-”
Malcolm shifted position just enough to expose his arsehole.
Grey almost said something, but thought better of it, Malcolm wasn’t exactly himself, but she’d bet he kept just enough in reserve for if she asked questions. Watching his face she pressed the tip of her cock against him and pushed forward with a grunt. Fuck he was tight, but already slick with sweat and his own juices and he hadn’t protested or winced as she carried on, thrusting into him while he sat there, feeling the dildo against her cock as he fucked himself desperately, his eyes burning into hers.
“It got worse,” he hissed. “Cos of you.”
Grey closed her eyes, fucked him harder, hoping he might stop talking.
“Fucking alphas!” he said, fucking himself harder still, reaching with his free hand to pull her closer, deeper. “I was fine with my fingers,” he told her. “Then you come along and fucking come inside me with that big fucking cock of yours!” His nails dug into her arse cheeks and she opened her eyes, How he could still remain so much himself even while being DPed was really fucking impressive she had to admit.
“So now I’m fucking stuck with you. My fucking alpha!”
Swatting his hand away Grey took the dildo from him, taking over as she looked down at him, so dazed she wasn’t sure she’d heard him right. “Hmmm?”
“My fucking alpha,” he spat.
The words made her push into him even harder, as she felt him pulsing around her, making her come inside him as he pushed the dildo out of himself and squirted all over her shirt and thighs.
Panting she dropped the dildo to the floor, but stayed inside him. “Say that again.”
“You fucking win, Grey,” he said. “I get it now. I’ve been fucking myself for the last two hours and it’s done nothing. You’re my fucking alpha, congratulations on getting the worst fucking omega in history.”
Smiling she leant in to kiss him hungrily, slowly starting to fuck him again. “Gonna need you to say that again when I’m not balls deep.”
“Gonna need you to fuck me a few more dozen times.”
“Think I can handle that, for my omega,” she said with a smirk. “And for the record loving this whole desperate thing you’ve got going on. Real fucking turn on.”
