The apartment was bathed in soft light that filtered through the lace curtains. The aroma of tea and spices hung in the air, giving the house a cozy but eerie atmosphere. Tina was sitting on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, a book open on her knees. She was wearing a white shirt that was too big for her and plain pants. Around her neck, a black leather collar, tight but not uncomfortable. She was trying to relax after a long, tiring day, but there was an uneasiness in the air that she couldn’t shake.
The walls of the room were lined with bookcases overflowing with books of all kinds, a small refuge for curious minds. An old grandfather clock ticked in the silence, marking time with almost obsessive precision. The sofa Tina was sitting on was worn by time, with the cushions sunken in where one usually sat. The once white curtains were yellowed with age and dust, giving the room a worn and slightly shabby look.
A sudden noise broke the quiet, the sound of the door opening and thudding shut. Tina looked up from her book, her heart beating a little faster. She knew who he was, her Alpha, Newt. Newt’s presence filled the room even before he entered. His scent, a mix of damp earth and exotic spices, was unmistakable. Tina was suddenly aware of his body, of the collar around his neck, of the way his shirt hung loosely on his shoulders.
Newt strode into the room, his green eyes glowing with an intensity that made everything else seem less real. He was wearing a tweed jacket that smelled of faraway adventures and unsolved mysteries. When his eyes landed on Tina, they twitched slightly, a look of disapproval that left no room for doubt. "Omega," his voice was low, filled with a dangerous calm, "why aren't you wearing the dress I told you to wear?"
Tina felt a shiver run down her spine. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but every time it felt like the first.
She slowly rose from the couch, feeling the rough fabric of his pants chafe against her skin. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. She didn’t dare look him in the eyes, feeling the weight of his gaze on her like a condemnation.
Newt moved closer, his scent growing stronger as he closed the distance between them. When he was close enough to touch her face with a finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Omega, don’t you understand that when I give you an order, I want you to follow it?”
Second POV
Newt didn’t take his eyes off Tina as he spoke, his eyes glowing with fierce determination. “I want you to give me a puppy right now,” he said in a voice that brooked no argument. “And I want to fill you up at least five times tonight.”
Tina felt another shiver run through her body. Her mind raced, trying to process Newt’s words and the meaning behind them. There was no room for disobedience or cowardice. She knew what was expected of her and that her submission was the heart of their dynamic.
Before she could respond, Newt grabbed her collar in a firm grip and yanked, forcing her to follow him to the wall. The pull wasn’t violent, but firm enough to knock her off balance for a moment. She felt the cold, hard surface of the wall against her back, a stark contrast to the heat of Newt’s body pressing against her.
"Alpha..." she began, but her voice died in her throat as he tightened his grip on her collar, her breathing becoming a little harder.
"Hush, Omega," he whispered in her ear, his tone low and possessive. "You just have to listen and obey." He pulled her once more, her hips colliding with his. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the contained strength that could be released at any moment.
The air seemed thicker, charged with a palpable electricity. Tina felt a combination of fear and desire. Every fiber of her being knew the role she had to play, the need to be her Omega in every sense of the word.
The collar seemed to tighten around Tina’s neck. “Yes, Alpha,” she murmured, trying not to let the anxiety overcome her. Newt leaned closer, inhaling deeply near her neck. She felt his hot breath against her skin and shivered.
“You smell like another Alpha,” Newt said, his voice now filled with cold anger. His normally kind and curious eyes had narrowed to red slits of suspicion and frustration. "Who was here?"
Tina knew the truth wouldn't save her. "No one, Alpha," she said quickly, feeling panic rise inside her. "I was just out running errands. Maybe someone accidentally brushed against me."
Newt stared at her for a moment, then kissed her. It wasn't a soft or reassuring kiss, but a possessive, almost brutal gesture. When he pulled away, his eyes were feverish. "It's probably your Heat," he said, his voice almost a growl. "If that's the case, Omega, we can have puppies. Wouldn't you like to give Daddy puppies?"
The question, so direct, made Tina blush. But she knew she had to answer, that Newt wouldn't tolerate silence. "Yes, Alpha," he said, his voice shaking but firm. "I'd like to give Daddy puppies."
Newt looked pleased. He stroked her hair, his touch a little gentler. “Good girl,” he murmured, his tone soft again but with a hint of danger still present. “Remember, Omega, you are mine. Only mine.”
Tina nodded, feeling a strange combination of relief and terror. She knew that Newt could be as loving as he was ruthless, and that his role was to obey, to do her every wish. The room seemed to shrink around her, the outside world reduced to that small space dominated by Newt’s presence. The collar around her neck was a constant reminder of her position, a symbol of the bond that bound them together inexorably and unbreakably.
Newt sniffed her neck again, as if trying to infuse his scent into hers even more. “I’m going to fill you up,” he whispered, his voice a mixture of threat and promise. “And I won’t stop until you’re full of my puppies.”
Tina closed her eyes, trying to keep herself in control. The knowledge that this was their bond, their dynamic, helped her find center in the swirl of emotions. She held on to it, allowing herself to surrender to the moment, to accept the role Newt had assigned her.
She knew it would be a long night, and that she had to be ready for whatever Newt wanted from her. And deep down, she knew that the idea of giving him puppies, of being his completely, gave her a strange, deep satisfaction.
Newt leaned his face close to Tina’s, the heat of his body contrasting with the coolness of the wall she was pressed against. “Talk to me, Omega,” he ordered, his voice now a mix of authority and intensity. “Call me ‘Daddy. I want to hear it from your lips.”
Tina, feeling the command and the pressure of the moment, found her voice shaking. “Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, her eyes closed as she tried to adjust to the situation. “Dad, please.”
The words seemed to have an effect on Newt. You could feel it in the tension of his muscles and the way his hands caressed his collar. “Good, Omega,” he said, his tone softer now, but with an intensity that had never been entirely friendly. “You were so good for Daddy.”
As he spoke, Tina began to feel a warm liquid running down her legs. It wasn’t a foreign emotion, but a clear sign that her body was responding to the arousal and the situation. Newt noticed it immediately, and with a satisfied smile, he said, "Here's your gift, Omega. This is what Daddy gives you."
Gently, Newt pulled her away from the wall and wrapped her in a tight embrace. His body pressed against hers, creating a physical connection that seemed to have a magnetic pull. She felt the steady beat of Newt's heart, his strength and his warmth.
"You did so well," Newt continued, his tone warmer now. "Dad is proud of you." He stroked her hair with a gentle gesture, almost as if he were trying to erase every trace of stiffness and tension. "I love you, Omega."
The words, though soft, were steeped in a dynamic Tina had come to know.
It was Newt’s affection, but an affection that manifested itself in their particular power play. Tina felt a mixture of gratitude and love. Her position and the role she had accepted made sense, and the bond between them was reinforced by every word and gesture.
Newt held her close, the physical contact a tangible expression of his control and care. It was a moment of intimate connection, a fusion of authority and affection that defined their relationship. Tina surrendered to this embrace, fully accepting her place beside Newt, and finding in the warmth of his body a kind of refuge.
That night, there was nothing romantic or saccharine in their exchanges, but a kind of hardness and passion that united them. Tina, filled with the mark of her Alpha, knew that Newt’s every word and gesture was an expression of a complex and deep bond.
Newt stared at the collar with a determined look. “Daddy has to make sure you’re completely under my control,” he said with implacable determination. His fingers moved with precision as he adjusted the collar, tightening it much tighter. Tina felt the metal press against her skin, a sensation of increasing pressure that left visible marks on her neck.
Tears welled up in her eyes at the pain and intensity of the situation, but she held back. Her breathing was labored, but she forced herself to remain calm, knowing that her reaction couldn’t change anything. Newt, known for his attention to detail, made sure the collar was perfectly tight, the sign of his ownership evident.
Then, with a firm but gentle gesture, Newt lifted her off the ground. Tina clung to him, feeling the strength of his muscles as he carried her with him. Despite the pressure of the collar, his touch was incredibly warm and reassuring. Newt snuggled up to her on the couch, wrapping her in a warm embrace.
The couch, worn and sunken in time, became a refuge for them both. Newt positioned her comfortably against him, his body providing her with a sense of safety and protection. Tina felt Newt's heartbeat and his steady breathing as they snuggled together.
"You were so good," Newt murmured, his hands stroking her back with unexpected tenderness. "Daddy is proud of you."