Jess PoV

“I-I don’t know, I really th-think you should rest.” I objected as he kissed my neck. He moved down to my pants, N-no, I don’t want this. I thought. “No!” I yelled.

He looked up at me, “Baby,” He moved back on top of me, “why?”

“I-I’m not ready, i-it’s gross,” I mumbled. 

“What? Of course, it isn’t,” he said. 

“P-please.”

“Please, let me touch you. I’m begging you, I like you so much and I just want to touch my mate.” He begged, dropping his head to my shoulder. His voice was pleading and sad. 

“O-okay.” I nodded. 

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He pulled my leggings to my ankles and threw them to the ground. He pulled my semi-hard dick out of the boxers, but he left them on. He trailed a finger up the shaft, making me shiver. “Small,” he mumbled.

“What?! Th-that’s kinda mean.” I mumbled. He chuckled lightly and kissed his way down my shaft. He wrapped his mouth around the tip, “Ngh, mn.” I moaned. 

“Finally,” he whispered. I felt it get harder, “Oh, it got bigger.” he chuckled.

“Embarrassing!” I exclaimed. He laughed quietly and pushed my dick in his mouth. “Ah! Hgh, ng!” I moaned. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, “Ng, mgh! W-wait, I-I’m g-gonna come.” 

He pulled away from me, “That’s fast.” he growled. He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing tightly. This stopped me from coming, “No coming unless I let you.”

“Wh-what? Why?” 

“Because I said so,” he growled, “now, beg.” 

“What?”

“Beg for it.” he grinned slyly.

“B-but-” he cut me off.

“Do you want to come or not?”

I hesitated but did it. “P-please, p-please let me come,” I begged. 

“More,” he ordered.

“Mn,” I whimpered, I whined and groaned. I sat up, and he gave me a questioning look. I curled my finger towards me, he sat up, still squeezing the base. I rested a hand on his neck, and leaned to his ear, “p-...,” I took a quick breath, “p-please sir, let me come.” 

“Fuck,” he breathed, “absolutely.” 

He took away his hand, “Ah!” I moaned as my cum went across his shirt.

“Shit.”

I dropped my head to his shoulder, “S-sorry, was I-I not good enough?”

“Baby,” He lifted my head, “you did amazing. I’m so proud of you.” he smiled. 

I looked down at his shirt, “Ah! You’re shirt!” I yelped. I quickly started taking it off, he gave me a small smile, like he was preparing something important. I took his shirt off, I stared down at his chiseled body. He had perfectly shaped abs set across his surprisingly pale skin. Hot. I thought. He leaned back nonchalantly, putting all his weight against his palms. 

He grabbed my hand lightly, “You can touch me if you want.” he offered with a small smile. 

“Y-yeah?”

“Go for it, baby.” My hands dropped to his abs, pushing up his chest. 

“Woah,” I mumbled, I climbed into his lap. He chuckled lightly as I moved my hands up to his shoulders. “You are very hot, and you are officially not allowed to take your shirt off in front of other people.” I chuckled but froze. I yanked my hands away, “I-I apologize, sir, that w-was presumptuous of me.” 

“Baby, you are allowed to talk back and have a little attitude. Just be yourself, that’s all I want.”

“R-really?”

“Of course baby.” He slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me way closer to him. I could feel his hard dick. 

I dropped my hands to his dick, “W-want to, um h-have sex?” He pushed me off. 

He gave me a surprised look, “No, give me a little time to research it.”

“R-resear-” he cut me off.

“I want to make sure you don’t get hurt,” he explained.

“O-okay.” I nodded. “B-but don’t y-you want me to h-help you?”

“No, no thank you. You’re fine.”

“B-but, I-” he cut me off.

“Baby, I promise, you’re good,” I grumbled and leaned down. “Baby, c’mon, stop.” I unbuttoned his jeans, “Babe, baby, stop.” he chuckled. “I said stop,” he growled, using his full alpha voice. I immediately froze, “I told you to stop.” I couldn’t move a muscle, he grabbed me by the scruff of my hair and pulled me into his lap. “Look, I’ve tried being nice, but, you submissive bitch,” my eyebrows jumped up in reaction to his words, “I told you to stop. When I tell you something, you do it,” he growled. “Speak.” 

I let out a shaky breath, “I-I’m sorry.” 

“I might’ve been a little harsh with the submissive thing.”

“No, no!” I yelled, he gave me a confused look, “I-I didn’t h-hate it.” I whispered very quietly. 

“What? Louder please?”

“I didn’t h-hate it.”

“I still can’t hear you.” he teased.

“I liked it! It was hot and I want you to do it more often, like when we fuck or whatever.” I mumbled.

“Oh, you are my perfect kind of twisted.” he chuckled. He checked his watch, “It’s late, you feel like sleeping?”

“O-okay.” I nodded and fell backward back onto the bed. He laid down behind me and wrapped his buff arms around my waist. 

“Hey, baby?”

“Hm?” I mumbled tiredly, snuggling into him.

“I’m really glad you’re my mate.” he smiled. My face flushed with embarrassment and I flipped over. “What?” I snuggled into his chest, he chuckled softly. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, squeezing slightly. I closed my eyes and immediately passed out.