Alpha Maseno

I don't know for how long I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was already dark outside. The room was filled with an eerie silence, making me wonder what time it could possibly be. Groggily, I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the window.

I pulled back the curtains and looked in the distance. The sky, adorned with twinkling stars, greeted me. It clearly indicated that it must be late into the night. The moon cast an ethereal glow, illuminating the stillness of the surroundings and adding to the mysterious ambiance.

I looked back at the bed and saw that Sony was still asleep. He loved the moon, and I was sure that he would have been mesmerized by the sight outside. I debated whether to wake him up and share the beauty or let him continue to dream undisturbed, knowing he would appreciate it in his own time.

A knock echoed at the door, pulling me away from the natural spectacle. I hesitated for a moment, torn between answering the door and staying captivated by the moonlit scene. Curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously made my way towards the sound, wondering who could be visiting at such a late hour.

"You aren't going to answer the door that way, are you?" I heard a voice behind me, and I turned to see my Sony standing there, half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. He looked at me with a mix of confusion, clearly not understanding why I would go to answer the door while wearing nothing.

I quickly realized my mistake and blushed, scrambling to find something to cover myself. He let out a chuckle, offering me his robe as he walked past me towards the door. "It's doctor Maria. Should I let her in?" He asked over his shoulder.

"It's late. I'll see her tomorrow." I told him. He stood at the door, talking for a while, and ten minutes later, he walked back to the room, closing the door behind him.

"You weren't planning to show what belongs to me to someone else, were you?" He asked playfully and winked his eye suggestively.

I blushed even deeper, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement at his teasing remark. "Of course not," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. It was quite different that Sony makes me stammer and be afraid.

I have always been an unmoved person who doesn't feel or get affected by anything, but that was until Sony. When I am with him, another me, who is softer and gentler, awakens. Anyone who sees me with him will be shocked to see that side of me.

My dad jokes that Sony got me whipped and that I move by his orders, and it wasn't a lie. He would ask me to stand, and I'd do; ask me to sit, and I'd sit; and I could even kneel and beg him something I don't do while with others. I make demands of them, not the other way around.

"Are you sure?" He asked and moved closer to me. He stopped when he was in front of me and stood in between my legs, his hands resting on my shoulders. He slipped the collar of the robe, exposing my bare shoulders and back. "You do know that I don't like sharing what's mine, and I don't like when someone gets sight of it, right?" He leaned to my level and whispered against my ear, his breath tickling my skin.

"I know that. I had completely forgotten that I was naked, I promise." My voice quivered because he was now bent and was sucking the marks he had left around my neck while waiting for my response. I titled my head, giving him much access, moaning, and wrapping my hands around his neck.

His kisses traveled downward to my chest and then stopped there. He went back to kiss my neck, licking and sucking my earlobe while his hands worked on my manhood, gently stroking and teasing me.

I dug my nails on his back, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through my body. His lips continued to explore my neck and earlobe, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, completely lost in the sensation.

When his strokes intensified and I was about to reach the edge, he let go of me, unwrapped my hand around his neck, and grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, lucky for you, because no one else gets to see what's mine," he whispered seductively and stepped back away from me.

I groaned in frustration, longing for his touch to continue. His stepping back made me feel empty because it felt like he had taken all the warmth and passion with him.

He smiled at my desire and reached out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "Don't worry, babe," he murmured, his voice filled with promise. "I'll be back soon, and then we can pick up where we left off." His gaze lingered on me for a while before he turned and walked away.

"Wait," I called back when he reached the door. "Where are you going?" I asked when he turned to look at me.

"To eat, silly." He chuckled. "I need to build up strength for our next game." He winked and blew me a kiss.

"Well, I am hungry too." I said this while walking toward him: "But lucky for me, I know what exactly I am hungry for." A seductive smirk lingered on my face as I said all this.

When he understood my words, he grabbed the door's knob, ready to run away, but I had already caught up with him. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward me. "You can't escape that easily," I said playfully. "I know exactly what I want to eat too, and it's not food."

"Maseno, wait..." He wanted to say something, but I pressed my forefinger on his lips, muffling his words away.

"What happened to Sen?" I asked with a smirk, referring to the name he calls when we get intimate.

"Well, Sen, let me go and..."

I interrupted him again, this time with a mischievous grin. "No more talking," I whispered, pulling him closer. "Won't you quench my hunger first?" I leaned in closer, making sure my lips brushed against his ear as I spoke.

He trembled. His hands, which he had placed on my chest, tightened their grip, his nails digging and leaving a reddish mark.

"Won't you, huh?" Since he was shorter than me, I was forced to lean down slightly, allowing my breath to tickle his neck. He let out a low groan, and his grip on my chest tightened even more.

I placed my finger under his chin and tilted his head up, locking eyes with him. "You know you are doing a bad job trying to resist me." I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction.

His pupils dilated, reflecting a mix of desire and hesitation. Slowly, I traced my finger along his jawline, savoring the anticipation that hung in the air.

"I suppose I can satisfy your hunger, but only if you promise to let me go and grab something first." He smiled slyly, his lips curling up in a mischievous grin.

I could feel the power dynamic shifting as he attempted to negotiate his way out of my grasp. "Deal?" He asked, his eyes searching mine for any signs of agreement.

I tilted my head slightly, a playful smirk forming on my lips. "Oh, darling, I do love a good negotiation," I purred, my voice laced with amusement. "But remember, once you've had your fill, there's no turning back on your word."

His confident facade faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "I assure you, amore mio, my word is as solid as the ground we stand on," he smiled and turned to the door's knob.

"Really." I pressed my body against his, making sure that my already hardened manhood would poke his butt, sending a clear message to him that I was already hard and was yearning for his touch. "Because if you are planning to go back on your word, I will make sure that you won't be walking straight for the next two weeks." My words were a little bit seductive, but I wasn't joking, and he knew that.