Please Divorce Me, Alpha! {BL}

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The command lingered in the air between us, heavy and almost tangible. I just sat there on the edge of the bed, my face burning so hot I felt like he could see the heat creeping all the way down my throat.

Spreading my legs under that steady, unyielding gaze felt like the most exposing thing I’d ever done...more intimate than our previous fight, more vulnerable than the pin itself.

Every shred of pride in me screamed to keep my thighs closed, just out of sheer stubbornness. But the weight of the contract loomed in my mind, and Lorenzo’s calm presence filled the room so completely that pushing back felt almost pointless.

Slowly, awkwardly, I shifted, feeling the faint pull of old bruises as I forced my knees apart, exposing myself in a way that made the stillness of the room feel deafening.

My mind helpfully chimed in with a sarcastic commentary: Congratulations, you’ve officially hit a new low, while my body refused to cooperate with my plan to maintain some dignity. The cool air against my newly revealed skin just made it worse.

Lorenzo’s reaction was immediate. A slow smirk spread across his face, dark and satisfied, and his green eyes locked onto the newly exposed space between my thighs with such intensity that it made my stomach flip. He didn’t say anything at first...just took in every detail of my hesitant display. The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

In the back of my mind, I briefly wondered if spontaneous combustion could be a way out. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

”Wider,” he said finally, his voice low and steady.

This fucking devil!

I flushed even harder but complied, shifting a bit more until I felt the stretch in my hips, a reminder of how vulnerable I truly was.

The cool air brushed against skin that was already damp, and I hated how obvious my body’s response had become. But it was clear; my body had decided that dignity was optional tonight.

”Look at you... all wet for me already.” His words landed softly but were filthy at the same time, and I had to bite down on my cheek to stifle a sound. Then came the real order, calm and demanding: ”Touch yourself...cock and hole. Now.”

I froze, an automatic protest rising up, tangled with years of what Blair and I had been taught all our lives.

”I... I can’t just—” My voice came out quieter than I wanted, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. ”My father said omegas shouldn’t... that it’s disgraceful to pleasure yourself without an alpha. That it’s wrong.”

For a moment, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. Lorenzo’s expression shifted, the easy smirk replaced by something serious, and when he spoke again, his words had a quiet authority that left no room for disagreement.

”Who are you listening to? Your father or me?”

That question sliced straight through the shame I carried like a weight. I fell silent, conflict tightening in my chest until the answer slipped out, softer than I expected. ”You.”

A small part of me noted that it felt less like surrender and more like taking my first real breath in years. But the rest of me was too busy panicking to appreciate that nuance.

”Your father kept you locked away and ignorant,” Lorenzo continued, his voice low and controlled. ”That ends now. My job is to help you feel all the pleasure he denied you; to make you experience everything he said was wrong. To liberate you sexually instead of leaving you ashamed of your own body.”

He leaned in slightly, elbows on his knees, eyes never leaving mine. ”I said touch yourself.”

Still abashed, I whispered, ”Are you... really going to watch, Dracula? I don’t... I’ve never really done this. Not properly, I don’t even know how.”

His smirk returned, darker and slower. ”Of course I’m going to watch. Every second of it.”

He began to give clear, calm instructions, his quiet authority more commanding than any shout could have been.

”Start with your cock. Wrap your hand around it. Stroke slower... good. Now take your other hand and press two fingers against yourself...don’t push in yet. Just feel how wet you already are.”

My face was on fire, but I followed his instructions with awkward movements, the sensation of my hand on my cock and the pressure against my hole sending jolts of reluctant pleasure through me.

The sounds of my fingers sliding through the mess between my legs felt obscenely loud, and I had to close my eyes for a moment against the embarrassment of being watched while touching myself for the first time under someone else’s command.

Amid the embarrassment and unexpected heat, a tiny thought surfaced: Oh. So this is what all the fuss was about.

”Circle there,” Lorenzo directed, his voice still calm. ”Yes. Just like that. Keep stroking your cock at the same time... and don’t stop.”

I obeyed, growing less awkward as I began to explore this new pleasure I had never allowed myself to. The sensations built, sharper and more intense than I had ever experienced alone with old teachings whispering in the back of my mind.

The realization hit me: I had never known it could feel this good. If I had, I might have done this years ago instead of believing my body was something to be ashamed of and belonged to the alpha that would put a ring on my finger.

Lorenzo stayed seated, his eyes glued to my hands, occasionally adjusting my fingers or the pace of my strokes with that same quiet control.

”Faster. Don’t stop. Press a little harder...yes. Listen to how wet you sound for me.”

His praise mingled with his instructions until following his voice felt almost as intimate as the touch itself.

My hips began moving on their own, chasing that dual pressure of my hand around my cock and the circling press of my fingers against my hole, and the sounds grew louder, more shameless. Lorenzo watched with darkened green, satisfied eyes, gripping his whiskey glass tightly as he watched the show directed and produced just for him.

I glanced up at him once, and the look on his face...focused, hungry, and entirely too pleased, almost pushed me over the edge.

”F...fucking pervert,” I moaned.

Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head with a sigh. ”I suppose I am a pervert, Caro... I can’t even deny it. But this is your fault too, after all you made me feel desire for the first time. You caused this, Alex.”

I gasped in pleasure and tossed my head back against the pillows as my fingers stroked the sensitive tip of my cock. ”It...its not my fault, I didn’t do anything. S-stop blam...blaming me!”

”Come for me,” he finally said, his voice rougher but still controlled. ”Let me see it. Don’t hold back.”

His order sent me spiraling into orgasm, hips stuttering and a broken sound tearing out of my throat as waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me trembling and flushed, fingers still slick against myself.

It was the first time I had ever done this...not to mention so openly, the first time I had come for someone else’s gaze and voice, and the intensity left me wrecked.

My mind, ever optimistic, managed a single thought afterward: Well. That just happened. Followed quickly by: We’re never living this down.

Lorenzo’s reaction remained calm, but the satisfaction in his gaze and the careful way he set the whiskey glass down showed he had been affected by every moment.

He finally rose from the chair, moving slowly, and when he spoke again, his praise was soft yet possessive.

”Good omega... look at how well you take my instructions.” He approached the bed, stopping at the edge, gazing down at me as I lay there, still trembling and exposed. ”This is just the beginning, tesoro. And I’ll make sure you never forget how good it feels to obey your husband.”

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”Vita mia” : My Life