Chapter 82: Knotted by my ex’s Alpha Father -5

Kai returned to the penthouse three nights later. Dorian opened the door and pointed toward the living room floor without exchanging greetings.

"Kneel. Hands behind your back. Eyes down."

Kai dropped to his knees on the rug. He laced his fingers at the base of his spine and fixed his gaze on the dark wood beneath him. Dorian walked a slow circle around him and stopped behind his shoulder.

"You left my scent on your clothes last time. My son noticed something at the office today. He asked one of the assistants if I had a guest. Nice. Also feel free to leave my marks where he can find them."

Kai kept his eyes down. "Yes, sir."

Dorian set a plain black leather collar on the low table in front of Kai. "This stays on while you are here. Lift your chin."

Kai raised his head. Dorian buckled the collar around his throat. The leather sat snug against his skin and pressed lightly on the fading bite from the first night. Dorian tested the fit with two fingers and then stepped back.

"You will stay on your knees for twenty minutes. You will not speak unless I ask a question. You will present when I tell you to present."

Kai held the position. His thighs began to burn after the first ten minutes. Slick gathered between his legs as the collar and the command settled into him.

Dorian moved around the room, answered a short phone call, and poured himself a drink. He never looked at Kai for long stretches.

The deliberate ignore made Kai’s cock harden against his trousers.

When the time ended Dorian spoke again. "Present."

Kai rose onto all fours, lowered his chest to the rug, and pushed his hips high.

Dorian stepped behind him and pulled Kai’s trousers and underwear down to his knees in one motion.

Cool air touched the wet heat between Kai’s legs.

"You stay like this while I work." Dorian walked to the desk that faced the windows and opened a laptop. "I will use you when I finish this call."

Kai held the pose. Minutes stretched. His shoulders ached. Slick ran down the insides of his thighs and dripped onto the rug.

Dorian spoke in short, clipped sentences to someone on the other end of the line about quarterly numbers and a delayed shipment. Every so often he glanced over and watched Kai tremble.

The call ended. Dorian closed the laptop, stood, and crossed the room. He freed his cock and dragged the head through the slick that coated Kai’s entrance. Then he thrust in to the hilt with one strong push.

Kai cried out and locked his arms to keep from collapsing. Dorian gripped his hips and set a deep, steady rhythm that rocked Kai forward on every stroke. The wet sound of their bodies filled the quiet penthouse.

"You will take this every time you come here," Dorian said. "You will leave with my come inside you and my marks on your skin. My son will smell it on you eventually. He will know exactly who owns what he threw away."

Kai pushed back to meet each thrust. "Yes, sir. Please."

Dorian reached under him and wrapped a hand around his cock. He stroked in time with his hips. "You do not come until I say. Hold it."

Kai’s arms shook. The pressure built fast. He forced himself to stay open and still while Dorian fucked him harder against the floor.

When Dorian finally gave the order Kai came in thick pulses across the rug. His body clamped down around Dorian’s cock and pulled the older alpha over the edge with him.

Dorian locked the knot deep and held Kai in place while the swell stretched him open.

They stayed joined for long minutes. Dorian ran one hand down Kai’s spine and rested it at the small of his back.

"You will come to my office tomorrow afternoon. Use the private elevator. Wear the collar under your shirt."

Kai nodded against the floor. "Yes, sir."

The next day Kai stepped out of the private elevator into Dorian’s office on the top floor. Floor-to-ceiling glass showed the city far below. Dorian sat behind the wide desk and pointed to the space beside his chair.

"Kneel here. Hands on your thighs then open your mouth."

Kai dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. Dorian freed his cock and guided it past Kai’s lips. He rested one hand on the back of Kai’s head and held him there while he continued reading a report on the screen. Kai’s jaw ached.

Spit gathered at the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin. Dorian’s cock stayed heavy and thick against his tongue.

After several minutes Dorian pulled back and stood. He cleared a space on the desk with one sweep of his arm and lifted Kai onto the surface. He stripped Kai’s trousers off completely and pushed his knees to his chest.

"Hold them."

Kai locked his arms around his own thighs. Dorian drove into him in one long thrust that forced the air from Kai’s lungs.

The desk creaked under the force. Dorian fucked him with short, powerful strokes that kept the head of his cock pressed against the sensitive spot inside.

Kai’s own cock leaked steadily onto his stomach.

"Tell me what you feel," Dorian ordered.

"I feel full, sir. I feel claimed. I feel like I belong on this desk."

"You do." Dorian leaned down and bit the side of Kai’s neck hard enough to leave a fresh mark.

"You will walk out of this building with my come running down your legs. If my son is still on this floor he will catch the scent."

Kai’s voice broke on the next thrust. "Yes, alpha. Please knot me."

Dorian’s rhythm turned rough. The knot began to swell. He forced it past Kai’s rim with one final hard push and locked them together.

Heat flooded Kai’s body as Dorian came. The pressure of the knot against his overstimulated walls dragged a second orgasm out of him.

Kai spilled across his own chest while his body pulsed around the thick swell.

Dorian stayed braced over him until the knot softened enough to pull free. He wiped Kai clean with a cloth from the desk drawer and then helped him stand.

"Put your clothes back on. Keep the collar. I will drive you home."

In the car Dorian kept one hand on Kai’s thigh the entire ride. When they stopped at a red light he slid that hand higher and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric between Kai’s legs.

"You are still open," he said. "Still wet from my knot. Good."

Kai spread his knees wider in the passenger seat. "I want more, sir."

Dorian parked in the private garage under the apartment building where Kai still lived.

He ordered Kai into the back seat, pushed him face-down against the leather, and fucked him again until the windows fogged.

This time he pulled out before the knot formed and came across Kai’s lower back. He spread the mess with his palm and then buttoned Kai’s shirt over it.

"Go upstairs like this. Do not shower until morning. If Ren comes by the apartment he will smell everything."

Kai climbed out of the car on unsteady legs. He rode the elevator with Dorian’s come drying on his skin and the collar still buckled under his collar.

Inside the apartment he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at the fresh bite on his neck and the faint imprint of the leather.

He touched the mark and spoke to his own reflection. "This is working. He will know soon. He will see what he lost."

His cock twitched at the thought. He reached down and stroked himself slowly while he replayed every command Dorian had given him that day. The kneeling. The desk. The car. The way the older alpha’s voice stayed calm even while he ruined him.

Kai came across the bathroom sink with Dorian’s name on his tongue. He cleaned the surface, left the collar on, and went to bed without washing the rest of the scent away.

Over the next week the pattern continued. Dorian summoned him to the penthouse, the office, once to a private hotel suite after a late meeting.

Each time the commands grew more specific. Kai spent longer on his knees. He presented on command in the middle of conversations. He wore the collar under every shirt and left the apartment each morning still marked and still full.

One evening Dorian bent him over the back of the couch that faced the city windows and fucked him while they both watched their reflections in the dark glass. Kai’s hands stayed flat against the cool surface. Dorian’s voice stayed low and steady in his ear.

"You are learning. You take my cock like you were made for it. You answer when I speak. You leave my scent where my son can find it. Keep doing exactly that."

Kai’s forehead pressed to the glass. "I will, sir. I want him to know. I want him to see."

Dorian’s hips snapped harder. "And what do you want from me?"

Kai’s voice cracked. "I want you to keep using me. I want the collar. I want the knot. I want you to decide when I leave and when I stay."

Dorian reached around and stroked him in firm pulls. "Then you will have it. Come for me."

Kai spilled against the window while Dorian locked the knot inside him again. They stayed joined while the city lights blurred below. Dorian’s hand rested heavy on the back of Kai’s neck, thumb pressed to the edge of the collar.

"Tomorrow you will come back," Dorian said. "Same time. Same rules. We are not finished."

Kai closed his eyes and let the weight of the older alpha settle over him. The revenge still burned under his skin, sharp and clear. Yet every time Dorian ordered him to his knees the fire mixed with something heavier. His body already answered the commands before his mind could catch up. He knew the game was working. He also knew he no longer controlled every piece of it.