Her submissive Beta, Her dominant Alpha

Claiming her

*Amber*

"Please just leave, Luca, okay? I can handle Micah." I hastily put on my clothes and try to get Luca to leave, pretty sure that he and Micah shouldn't get too close to each other right now.

Luca looks at me with genuine concern. "Are you sure, Amber? I will stay if you want me to; I'm not scared of Micah."

"He isn't going to hurt me, Luca. I will talk to you later, okay?" I gently push him toward the door, and he sighs, finally giving in and leaving.

I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself before heading into the kitchen. It's hard to believe that Micah hasn't just left, but maybe he wants to tell me what he really thinks of me before going.

My guilt consumes me in a way I have never experienced before. I had panicked and thought being with Luca could somehow help me clear my head, and in some strange way, he did.

Seeing Micah there, the hurt in his eyes, made me realize that I actually like him… really like him, as in wanting to be with him, like him. But I have definitely ruined that; he will never forgive me for this. Luca is his Beta.

Opening the kitchen door, I walk in slowly, only to find Micah sitting at the table, his face buried in his hands.

*Micah*

I hear Luca arguing not to leave, and I'm so close to going out there and physically throwing him out. Luca might be my friend and my Beta, but right now, I can't stand the sight of him.

The door opens, and Amber walks in slowly. I know I should tell her that we are over, that I never want to see her again, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

"What the hell, Amber? I come home to you after a long day of meetings and find you with Luca, why?" I look at her intently.

She stares at the floor, clearly upset. "I don't know, Micah. I might have panicked. I'm so sorry. I know you can never forgive me, but I am truly sorry."

"Let me decide what I can forgive or not, darling. Actually, it isn't in my nature to forgive something like this, but since we hadn't established our relationship and I like having you around, I'm willing to look past it on some conditions," I say, studying her reaction.

She gasps with surprise. "Anything, Micah. I would do anything you ask. You can punish me as you see fit."

Maybe I should punish her, but for some reason, it just doesn't feel right. To me, punishment is more of a play, something dealt for being naughty, not for genuinely hurting me.

"First thing, you are mine, and only mine. As long as you are with me, you won't touch another man or woman in any way sexually unless I agree to it, understood?" My eyes lock onto hers, and she nods.

I take a deep breath. "And you will do as I tell you to do, within reason of course, and not complain about it, especially not to Luca. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir, very clear." She looks like she truly means it, and I sincerely hope she's being truthful.

I nod and say, "We are going to Luca's house later, and you will tell him it was a mistake. You and him need to keep some distance, and you can only be his friend from now on."

I look at her sternly, emphasizing the importance of this condition, and I'm relieved to see her nod her head slowly.

"Come over here, darling." I hold out my arms, and she practically throws herself into them, crying softly on my shoulder as I gently stroke her back.

I can't bring myself to be intimate with her right then, not when Luca has just been there, but I have an almost primal need to claim her, to remove all doubt that she's mine.

When she calms down and starts cuddling up to me, her warm lips brushing against my neck, I say calmly, "Get down on the floor on your knees, darling."

*Amber*

I do as I'm told, willing to do whatever he wants to make him happy, so relieved that he's forgiven me.

He stands up and opens his pants, and I know what he's going to ask me to do. He needs to make me his again, but he won't f**k me in the usual way… it makes sense to me.

"Now, darling, I know you think I will ask you to give me oral pleasure, but I won't… no, I'm going to f**k you in that pretty little mouth of yours, and I'm going to do it hard and deep. So relax, darling, and breathe through your nose." He pulls out his already hard c**k.

I swallow hard, having never done this before, and I'm a bit scared. It sounds intimidating and possibly uncomfortable. "Yes, sir."

"Now, darling, open your mouth and please keep your teeth out of the way. I promise to start slowly." He gently strokes my hair. "If it gets too much, tap my thigh."

I open my mouth, folding my lips over my teeth, and he grabs my hair, sliding his c**k into my mouth. I can just barely fit him in there.

Oh dear Goddess, he said he was starting slowly, and yes, he is moving slowly, making love to my mouth… but he is pressing on the back of my throat, sending tears to my eyes with each thrust.

"Doing great, darling, you feel so good," his voice is soft, making me feel proud. I want to be a good girl and make him happy.

As I get used to the feeling, I actually start to get turned on. There is something really sexy about being used like that. I never thought I would feel good giving over all power like this, with him deciding whether I get to breathe or not. But for some reason giving away control is just as thrilling as taking it.

He moves faster now, moaning with each thrust and maintaining eye contact with me, reassuring me that he's making sure I'm okay. He presses even deeper, triggering my gag reflexes.

"Oh, darling, remember to breathe. I want you to take all of me... trust me." His eyes are like a winter storm, and I can tell he is getting close.

For a second, I panic, thinking he can't be serious. There is no way I can take all of him. I'm not sure it's humanly possible unless you are a professional sword swallower.

"Breathe, baby, relax and trust me. I promise you, I won't hurt you." His eyes and voice soothe me, and I will myself to trust him and fully relax, wanting to do this for him.

I can feel him pressing on the back of my throat. I'm gagging, a physical reaction I can't control, and I'm grateful I haven't eaten for some time.

He pulls back a little, giving me time to breathe, but then suddenly he thrusts all the way in. I can actually feel him pressing down my throat, making it impossible to breathe at all.

"Oh, shit." His words are breathless, and he climaxes hard, thrusting deeply into my throat a couple of times, sending his load deep within me where I can't even taste it.

My eyes are watering, and I feel like I'm choking, but at the same time, I'm incredibly turned on. He pulls out, sweeping me into his arms as I gasp for air and start sobbing.

He sits on the floor, rocking me in his arms, stroking me for a while. Then he looks into my eyes. "You are mine, Amber. Remember that."