In the coils of a snake_9
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“It was something I wanted to talk to you about, actually.” Jensen answered easily, leaning back against the headboard and watching him sombrely as he put the lid back on the pot of salve, “I’m slightly worried about the company she’s been keeping lately and I think you should have a talk with her about it.”
“You had her watched?!” Jared demanded in surprise.
“Of course I had her under surveillance! ... We both have many enemies, Jared. I’d rather not have my family -or yours, for that matter- targeted. After all, not everyone in the business shares my scruples.”
Jared sagged, the hopelessness of the situation sapping his strength. Jensen’s word was the best he could hope for, under the circumstances, “You promise? You’re not going to hurt her?”
“I promise that neither I nor my men will ever do something to harm her. I cannot say the same for your colleagues or others who might target her because of her relation to you.”
Jared swallowed, “My... my colleagues?”
Jensen pursed his lips as he regarded him for a second before nodding. “Pull on some clothes, I’ve gotta show you something.”
Jared complied hastily, following after the shorter alpha as he led the way to his study. He hesitated at the doorway, remembering what had transpired the last time he had come here; but then Jensen offered him an upturned palm and Jared allowed himself to be pulled inside.
Jensen fired up his computer and clicked open a few tabs before turning the screen towards Jared. There were profiles of two officers, one a recent recruit from what Jared could see of his age and the other an older cop. Jensen tapped the image of the younger male, “This one’s been tailing your sister...”
Jensen had arranged for Jared to spend a day with his sister and even with all the pending questions and worries regarding her security status, there was no doubt that Jared enjoyed the day with her. She seemed happy, cheerful as always. Perhaps what made the day even better was that Jensen wasn’t there to scrutinize his every move. Chris, his ‘handler’ as Jared had come to think of the shorter alpha; was sitting unobtrusively a few tables away and Jared appreciated the faux- privacy.
They were cleaning the plate of stray chocolate crumbs when Jared broached the subject: “Hey, Meggy?”
She glanced up at his tone, “Yeah?”
“You’d tell me if someone was bothering you or something, wouldn’t you?”
She sighed.
“I’m a cop, Meg. I-I-I ... I see a lot of shit, you know? Just want to know that you’re safe.”
“Honestly, the only problem I’ve had is with the guys you sent to watch o’er me-”
“Guys I sent?” Jared repeated; a hint of panic leaking into his voice.”Meg, I didn’t send anyone!”
“Well, he was a cop, so” She shrugged, blushing a little, “I uh- I assumed you’d sent ‘im because of that. Anyway, he uh- he tried to come on to me.”
“Shit.” He whispered, face white as his breathing increased with his panic.
“Jared?” Chris was at the table.
Jared looked up, he wondered how bad he looked for Chris to break cover and approach him.
“Oh, hey!” Margaret greeted the handler cheerfully. “How’re you doing?”
Jared looked between his sister and Jensen’s bodyguard. “You two know each other?”
Margaret nodded easily, “He was the one who helped me get rid of that creepy cop. Dunno what I’d have done if it hadn’t been for him. How do you know him?”
“He’s uh-”
“Through Jensen.” Chris answered easily. “He introduced us.”
She nodded her understanding.
“Was he back? Did the a-hole bother you again?” Chris asked, turning towards the girl.
Jared just sat numbly as Chris dragged a chair from the next table and joined them, wondering what his life had come to that the mob was better than the cops.
Margaret shook her head mutely in response to Chris’ question, brows furrowed as though she was picking up that everything was not as simple as the men were making it seem.
“Okay, so thing is, I looked up your admirer” Chris started matter-of-factly, obviously coming to the same conclusion as Jared and working to put the beta at ease. “He’s on Pellegrino’s payroll.”
Jared’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
The older man nodded. “So, given that information, I don’t think it’s wise for Margaret to live alone-”
“Guys, you can’t expect me to-”
“I agree with Chris.” Jared found himself saying.
The diminutive alpha nodded, “Great, I know just the place!”
“Chris, wait-”
“I know a girl who’s looking for a room-mate, I think you’ll be perfect.”
“Chris, she’s not staying with one of your hook-ups!”
“Dude! Mackie is not a hook-up. She’s a student over at UT Austin-”
“Doesn’t mean she’s not a past flame. How do you know she’s looking for a room-mate?”
“Uh-... She’s like my kid sister, actually. Known her forever.”
“No harm in checking out the place, right?” Margaret piped up, gaze conciliatory as she glanced between her brother and Chris.
Jared nodded resignedly.
The two room set was beautiful and while ‘Mackie’ was not in, the landlady was. Margaret was immediately enamoured by the little apartment with its view of the neighbourhood park. Best part was it was barely a block away from her college, had other amenities like stores and budget-friendly eateries within spitting distance and was itself well within her house-rent allowance. While Jared was uncomfortable about letting her pay the lease without meeting this ‘Mackie’ first, both Margaret and Chris were sure that such a prime housing option wasn’t going to be on the market for long and decided to pay a booking fee then and there.
“You can help me move in,” Margaret whispered as she leaned into his side, “That way you can meet my roommate for yourself and-”
But Jared was already shaking his head, “I don’t think I’ll get leave, Meggie.”
She pouted but nodded sadly.
“I could help, if you’d like,” Chris piped up, unashamedly eavesdropping on their conversation.
Before Jared could refuse, his sister was nodding eagerly, “Yeah? That’d be great. Thank you!”
Jared jerked back in surprise and regarded the beta carefully, noting the slight blush painting her cheeks whenever Chris spoke to her and bit back his desire to scream: of course his sister would be the one to develop a crush on a gangster!
As he headed back to Jensen’s manor, he wondered if he should warn Chris away, but then thought about how the man had actually saved her from Pellegrino’s men and held his tongue. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have him watching out for her ...at least for now.
Later that night, he voluntarily told Jensen everything that had transpired over dinner, and found himself agreeing when the mobster suggested having Chris to keep an eye on Margaret and whoever this ‘Mackie’ was. When Jensen leaned in for a kiss that night in bed, Jared opened without protest; his gratitude over having his sister protected making him softly submissive.
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Jared woke up to find himself thoroughly entwined with Jensen. In the pale light of the dawn, it felt surprisingly comfortable to be so close to the mobster. Still, he didn't want Jensen to wake up while they were so close and gradually started to pull away. Unfortunately, his movement woke the Alpha who tightened his arms instinctively.
“Stay”, Jensen murmured groggily; his arm curling possessively around Jared.
Jared froze.
“Calm down, darling...not gonna do anythin’ to you, you know?” The alpha added when Jared failed to unclench his tensed muscles.
“Then le’me up, Jensen. Please!”
“Hush...” the man murmured, fingers stroking absently along the fine hairs along Jared’s treasure trail. The cop instinctively clenched his legs together, praying he wasn’t going to be penetrated and was unable to help his whine when he was rolled onto his stomach and Jensen’s playful fingers pressed against his hole.
He groaned, breath escaping in harsh gasps as he struggled to accept the intrusive fingers. They homed in unerringly on his prostrate and he cursed his traitorous body.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? All my life I was waiting for that person who would give me that spark- lost count of the number of omegas and betas I dated in hopes of finding it... and then I find it in an alpha! In- in you- the cop who despises me!” Jensen chuckled, rubbing his morning stubble against blanket warmed skin of Jared’s shoulder. “I dream of the day when you’ll realize that I’m not so bad.”
“I dream of the day you are led away in handcuffs and put behind bars for the rest of your life,” Jared growled, struggling with his unwanted arousal as his prostrate was stimulated by practiced fingers.
“Still so feisty,” Jensen chuckled at his threat, “Hush, relax... I like that!”
Jared let out a frustrated breath as his body was expertly manoeuvred right to the brink of orgasm and then abandoned.
“One of these days I’m going to convince you to have sex with me,” Jensen chuckled, not put out in the least as he got up.
Jared groaned, tugging at the blanket to cover himself and squawking in outrage when Jensen pulled it off without so much as a by-your-leave. For whatever reason, Jensen seemed to have decided that he had given Jared enough of a recovery time since his whipping and insisted Jared resume his grooming. Jared nodded resignedly and retrieved the tube of hair-removal cream as well as his meagre toiletries kit from the drawer; groaning when he realized that Jensen intended to sit in and watch. He started with his face, choosing the safest and least sexual region of his body. He lathered up and used the straight razor to get rid of the five-o’clock stubble that he preferred to sport in his regular life. Still, it was every bit as humiliating as he’d imagined it to be because the mobster’s rapidly darkening eyes were glued to the smooth lines left by the razor... but then things got infinitely worse when a tattoo-covered, slender young man entered the room with a perfunctory knock. He hurried to find his wrap- not keen on prancing around in his boxer-briefs in front of a stranger- and watched as Jensen stripped off unselfconsciously and stretched out on the bed. The slender alpha followed him and proceeded to oil and massage the mobster. As pornographic as Jensen’s moans of pleasure were, Jared found himself adjusting himself discretely; hating that he could find aesthetic beauty in the clean lines of the alpha’s body despite his fervent dislike of the man. Jared rose to exit the room, but Jensen insisted on his stay- he was tempted to attempt leaving despite it, but didn’t want to tempt another punishment while he was still healing from his last ordeal. So he sat and watched as Jensen was massaged and groomed to perfection, the older man obviously enjoying everything that was being done to him given the state of his dick. Once everything was done, the masseur lowered his head over the turgid length that Jensen sported and brought him to completion. Jensen never offered to reciprocate.
Jared relaxed when the young man straightened, sure Jensen was finally done playing with him, but the alpha ordered the man to cater to Jared and the cop found himself stripped of his robe before he could protest. He wanted to object, but aware that there was nothing that could be done now, he swallowed down his complaints and allowed a stranger to ‘groom’ him under Jensen’s watchful eye. The massage-oils felt good, the waxing hurt something terrible but the most humiliating part of the whole affair was to have his lush pubic brush trimmed down to a narrow strip.
“I have something for you,” Jensen rumbled once the beautician had left.
Jared’s eyes flew to the mobster’s face in surprise.
“Here,” And a small pouch was dropped in front of him.
Jared reached for it with trembling fingers, and swallowed nervously when he saw the two delicate clamps and the slim gold chain. He glanced up uncertainly, “You got me earrings and a necklace?”
“Nipple clamps and a chain to suspend between them,” Jensen returned, lips pressed together to stifle his laughter at Jared’s misinterpretation of his gift.
“Oh,”
“Want to try it?”
“I... uh... yeah, okay.” He agreed, acutely aware that the question was actually a thinly veiled order. If a part of him was curious about how the items would feel on his body, then nobody needed to know about it.
He watched as Jensen left the room to retrieve some ice-cubes and then pressed one against his chest, waiting till his nipples pebbled from the cold. The clamps were tight and drew an initial yelp from him, but they weren’t anything he couldn’t handle.
“So gorgeous,” The mobster whispered.
Jared leaned down to press his lips against the gangster’s instinctively. He wasn’t sure why he was being so welcoming of the other’s advances today, but something in him had changed when Jensen had gone out of his way to protect his little sister and then his early morning confession had made Jared wonder at the possibilities if only the man hadn’t been a mobster.
Jensen smiled into the kiss, surging up and licking into Jared’s mouth to seize control of the kiss immediately- the competitive bastard. Jared gave back as good as he got and then ended the kiss with a punishing nip to the other’s plush lower lip.
“Ow!” Jensen yelped as he reared back, one hand coming up instinctively to check if he was bleeding.
“You bit me!” He accused sullenly, looking for all the world like a toddler who had been denied his favourite toy.
“I know I did,” Jared returned easily as he pulled on a shirt and picked out one of the shorter skirts from his collection. “And I’ll not let you off as easily the next time you bring someone else to our bed.”
Jensen’s eyes darkened with arousal at the threat and Jared shook his head inwardly- of course the man had to be perfect here as well, preferring a headstrong partner instead of simpering bitches who would agree to everything he said.... It was almost unfair that he would be everything Jared looked for in his romantic encounters if only he hadn’t been a gang-lord. He exhaled noisily as he brushed his hair; debating with himself briefly before picking up the liner and darkening the rims of his eyes- he had wanted to do it the first time he’d noticed it, back when Jensen had gotten him the skirts; but had held off because it was unseemly of a cop to give in so easily. He eyed the heels left for him contemplatively before choosing the gladiator-style thigh high boots because they contrasted the vivid red of his skirt beautifully. The boots reminded him of the hooker-heels sported by that beta, something-or-other-Roberts in that movie he had watched with his sister awhile back, but he couldn’t deny how much he liked the feel of the soft leather against his skin.
Etta squealed like a pre-pubescent girl when she saw him, “You’re gunna make ‘im so happy, Boy! How didja know it was his birthday anyway?”
“I didn’t,” he replied honestly, although now that he thought about it, it did explain why Jensen had chosen today of all days to treat himself to a massage when the man usually took about five minutes to get ready for the day and didn’t indulge in any products -at all- apart from his after-shave and cologne... “You think he’s going to approve?”
“Oh yes, definitely. Although... wait, come with me a moment,” She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him up the stairs to what was presumably her room. He stood at the door awkwardly as she rummaged through her closet before pulling out something with a lot of rope dangling forlornly from its free ends.
“What is it?” Jared asked nervously, peering over her shoulder.
She turned to face him with a wide beaming smile, “Ta-da!”
And now that he could see it, it was clearly a corset.
“That’s...” He gulped, looking from the black corset to Etta and back again. “That’s for betas.”
“Oh hush!” She laughed, “You’re going to look fabulous in it. I know it!”
“I don’t... How do I-?” He trailed off awkwardly; not wanting to waste time arguing with her because there was no way the woman was going to give up her idea. And if she went to Jensen with it, the gangster was liable to make it into something even worse. Besides, he was hungry.
“Take off your top,” Etta commanded briskly. “and lose that skirt.”
Jared’s eyes widened, but given he had been paraded naked through the hall enough times to have given everyone an eyeful by now, he complied wordlessly; blushing when she gave a appreciative whistle at the sight of his boy-cut lace panties. He was just glad that he had chosen to wear the wife-beater underneath his top.
The corset was cinched tight around his waist, making his already slim waist appear positively tiny and then Etta was helping him back into his clothes. He glanced at the mirror on her dresser once, unable to deny that the corset had increased his appeal.
“Just one more thing,” Etta declared, hurrying to her vanity kit and pulling out a tube of ruby-red lip gloss with a triumphant ‘aha’.
He pouted as directed and felt the sticky gloss coat his lips. When he glanced back at the mirror, he could barely recognize himself in his reflection. He looked nothing like the capable cop that he was, but there was something definitely alluring about the stranger that stared back at him from the mirror.
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“It was something I wanted to talk to you about, actually.” Jensen answered easily, leaning back against the headboard and watching him sombrely as he put the lid back on the pot of salve, “I’m slightly worried about the company she’s been keeping lately and I think you should have a talk with her about it.”
“You had her watched?!” Jared demanded in surprise.
“Of course I had her under surveillance! ... We both have many enemies, Jared. I’d rather not have my family -or yours, for that matter- targeted. After all, not everyone in the business shares my scruples.”
Jared sagged, the hopelessness of the situation sapping his strength. Jensen’s word was the best he could hope for, under the circumstances, “You promise? You’re not going to hurt her?”
“I promise that neither I nor my men will ever do something to harm her. I cannot say the same for your colleagues or others who might target her because of her relation to you.”
Jared swallowed, “My... my colleagues?”
Jensen pursed his lips as he regarded him for a second before nodding. “Pull on some clothes, I’ve gotta show you something.”
Jared complied hastily, following after the shorter alpha as he led the way to his study. He hesitated at the doorway, remembering what had transpired the last time he had come here; but then Jensen offered him an upturned palm and Jared allowed himself to be pulled inside.
Jensen fired up his computer and clicked open a few tabs before turning the screen towards Jared. There were profiles of two officers, one a recent recruit from what Jared could see of his age and the other an older cop. Jensen tapped the image of the younger male, “This one’s been tailing your sister...”
Jensen had arranged for Jared to spend a day with his sister and even with all the pending questions and worries regarding her security status, there was no doubt that Jared enjoyed the day with her. She seemed happy, cheerful as always. Perhaps what made the day even better was that Jensen wasn’t there to scrutinize his every move. Chris, his ‘handler’ as Jared had come to think of the shorter alpha; was sitting unobtrusively a few tables away and Jared appreciated the faux- privacy.
They were cleaning the plate of stray chocolate crumbs when Jared broached the subject: “Hey, Meggy?”
She glanced up at his tone, “Yeah?”
“You’d tell me if someone was bothering you or something, wouldn’t you?”
She sighed.
“I’m a cop, Meg. I-I-I ... I see a lot of shit, you know? Just want to know that you’re safe.”
“Honestly, the only problem I’ve had is with the guys you sent to watch o’er me-”
“Guys I sent?” Jared repeated; a hint of panic leaking into his voice.”Meg, I didn’t send anyone!”
“Well, he was a cop, so” She shrugged, blushing a little, “I uh- I assumed you’d sent ‘im because of that. Anyway, he uh- he tried to come on to me.”
“Shit.” He whispered, face white as his breathing increased with his panic.
“Jared?” Chris was at the table.
Jared looked up, he wondered how bad he looked for Chris to break cover and approach him.
“Oh, hey!” Margaret greeted the handler cheerfully. “How’re you doing?”
Jared looked between his sister and Jensen’s bodyguard. “You two know each other?”
Margaret nodded easily, “He was the one who helped me get rid of that creepy cop. Dunno what I’d have done if it hadn’t been for him. How do you know him?”
“He’s uh-”
“Through Jensen.” Chris answered easily. “He introduced us.”
She nodded her understanding.
“Was he back? Did the a-hole bother you again?” Chris asked, turning towards the girl.
Jared just sat numbly as Chris dragged a chair from the next table and joined them, wondering what his life had come to that the mob was better than the cops.
Margaret shook her head mutely in response to Chris’ question, brows furrowed as though she was picking up that everything was not as simple as the men were making it seem.
“Okay, so thing is, I looked up your admirer” Chris started matter-of-factly, obviously coming to the same conclusion as Jared and working to put the beta at ease. “He’s on Pellegrino’s payroll.”
Jared’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
The older man nodded. “So, given that information, I don’t think it’s wise for Margaret to live alone-”
“Guys, you can’t expect me to-”
“I agree with Chris.” Jared found himself saying.
The diminutive alpha nodded, “Great, I know just the place!”
“Chris, wait-”
“I know a girl who’s looking for a room-mate, I think you’ll be perfect.”
“Chris, she’s not staying with one of your hook-ups!”
“Dude! Mackie is not a hook-up. She’s a student over at UT Austin-”
“Doesn’t mean she’s not a past flame. How do you know she’s looking for a room-mate?”
“Uh-... She’s like my kid sister, actually. Known her forever.”
“No harm in checking out the place, right?” Margaret piped up, gaze conciliatory as she glanced between her brother and Chris.
Jared nodded resignedly.
The two room set was beautiful and while ‘Mackie’ was not in, the landlady was. Margaret was immediately enamoured by the little apartment with its view of the neighbourhood park. Best part was it was barely a block away from her college, had other amenities like stores and budget-friendly eateries within spitting distance and was itself well within her house-rent allowance. While Jared was uncomfortable about letting her pay the lease without meeting this ‘Mackie’ first, both Margaret and Chris were sure that such a prime housing option wasn’t going to be on the market for long and decided to pay a booking fee then and there.
“You can help me move in,” Margaret whispered as she leaned into his side, “That way you can meet my roommate for yourself and-”
But Jared was already shaking his head, “I don’t think I’ll get leave, Meggie.”
She pouted but nodded sadly.
“I could help, if you’d like,” Chris piped up, unashamedly eavesdropping on their conversation.
Before Jared could refuse, his sister was nodding eagerly, “Yeah? That’d be great. Thank you!”
Jared jerked back in surprise and regarded the beta carefully, noting the slight blush painting her cheeks whenever Chris spoke to her and bit back his desire to scream: of course his sister would be the one to develop a crush on a gangster!
As he headed back to Jensen’s manor, he wondered if he should warn Chris away, but then thought about how the man had actually saved her from Pellegrino’s men and held his tongue. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have him watching out for her ...at least for now.
Later that night, he voluntarily told Jensen everything that had transpired over dinner, and found himself agreeing when the mobster suggested having Chris to keep an eye on Margaret and whoever this ‘Mackie’ was. When Jensen leaned in for a kiss that night in bed, Jared opened without protest; his gratitude over having his sister protected making him softly submissive.
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Jared woke up to find himself thoroughly entwined with Jensen. In the pale light of the dawn, it felt surprisingly comfortable to be so close to the mobster. Still, he didn't want Jensen to wake up while they were so close and gradually started to pull away. Unfortunately, his movement woke the Alpha who tightened his arms instinctively.
“Stay”, Jensen murmured groggily; his arm curling possessively around Jared.
Jared froze.
“Calm down, darling...not gonna do anythin’ to you, you know?” The alpha added when Jared failed to unclench his tensed muscles.
“Then le’me up, Jensen. Please!”
“Hush...” the man murmured, fingers stroking absently along the fine hairs along Jared’s treasure trail. The cop instinctively clenched his legs together, praying he wasn’t going to be penetrated and was unable to help his whine when he was rolled onto his stomach and Jensen’s playful fingers pressed against his hole.
He groaned, breath escaping in harsh gasps as he struggled to accept the intrusive fingers. They homed in unerringly on his prostrate and he cursed his traitorous body.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? All my life I was waiting for that person who would give me that spark- lost count of the number of omegas and betas I dated in hopes of finding it... and then I find it in an alpha! In- in you- the cop who despises me!” Jensen chuckled, rubbing his morning stubble against blanket warmed skin of Jared’s shoulder. “I dream of the day when you’ll realize that I’m not so bad.”
“I dream of the day you are led away in handcuffs and put behind bars for the rest of your life,” Jared growled, struggling with his unwanted arousal as his prostrate was stimulated by practiced fingers.
“Still so feisty,” Jensen chuckled at his threat, “Hush, relax... I like that!”
Jared let out a frustrated breath as his body was expertly manoeuvred right to the brink of orgasm and then abandoned.
“One of these days I’m going to convince you to have sex with me,” Jensen chuckled, not put out in the least as he got up.
Jared groaned, tugging at the blanket to cover himself and squawking in outrage when Jensen pulled it off without so much as a by-your-leave. For whatever reason, Jensen seemed to have decided that he had given Jared enough of a recovery time since his whipping and insisted Jared resume his grooming. Jared nodded resignedly and retrieved the tube of hair-removal cream as well as his meagre toiletries kit from the drawer; groaning when he realized that Jensen intended to sit in and watch. He started with his face, choosing the safest and least sexual region of his body. He lathered up and used the straight razor to get rid of the five-o’clock stubble that he preferred to sport in his regular life. Still, it was every bit as humiliating as he’d imagined it to be because the mobster’s rapidly darkening eyes were glued to the smooth lines left by the razor... but then things got infinitely worse when a tattoo-covered, slender young man entered the room with a perfunctory knock. He hurried to find his wrap- not keen on prancing around in his boxer-briefs in front of a stranger- and watched as Jensen stripped off unselfconsciously and stretched out on the bed. The slender alpha followed him and proceeded to oil and massage the mobster. As pornographic as Jensen’s moans of pleasure were, Jared found himself adjusting himself discretely; hating that he could find aesthetic beauty in the clean lines of the alpha’s body despite his fervent dislike of the man. Jared rose to exit the room, but Jensen insisted on his stay- he was tempted to attempt leaving despite it, but didn’t want to tempt another punishment while he was still healing from his last ordeal. So he sat and watched as Jensen was massaged and groomed to perfection, the older man obviously enjoying everything that was being done to him given the state of his dick. Once everything was done, the masseur lowered his head over the turgid length that Jensen sported and brought him to completion. Jensen never offered to reciprocate.
Jared relaxed when the young man straightened, sure Jensen was finally done playing with him, but the alpha ordered the man to cater to Jared and the cop found himself stripped of his robe before he could protest. He wanted to object, but aware that there was nothing that could be done now, he swallowed down his complaints and allowed a stranger to ‘groom’ him under Jensen’s watchful eye. The massage-oils felt good, the waxing hurt something terrible but the most humiliating part of the whole affair was to have his lush pubic brush trimmed down to a narrow strip.
“I have something for you,” Jensen rumbled once the beautician had left.
Jared’s eyes flew to the mobster’s face in surprise.
“Here,” And a small pouch was dropped in front of him.
Jared reached for it with trembling fingers, and swallowed nervously when he saw the two delicate clamps and the slim gold chain. He glanced up uncertainly, “You got me earrings and a necklace?”
“Nipple clamps and a chain to suspend between them,” Jensen returned, lips pressed together to stifle his laughter at Jared’s misinterpretation of his gift.
“Oh,”
“Want to try it?”
“I... uh... yeah, okay.” He agreed, acutely aware that the question was actually a thinly veiled order. If a part of him was curious about how the items would feel on his body, then nobody needed to know about it.
He watched as Jensen left the room to retrieve some ice-cubes and then pressed one against his chest, waiting till his nipples pebbled from the cold. The clamps were tight and drew an initial yelp from him, but they weren’t anything he couldn’t handle.
“So gorgeous,” The mobster whispered.
Jared leaned down to press his lips against the gangster’s instinctively. He wasn’t sure why he was being so welcoming of the other’s advances today, but something in him had changed when Jensen had gone out of his way to protect his little sister and then his early morning confession had made Jared wonder at the possibilities if only the man hadn’t been a mobster.
Jensen smiled into the kiss, surging up and licking into Jared’s mouth to seize control of the kiss immediately- the competitive bastard. Jared gave back as good as he got and then ended the kiss with a punishing nip to the other’s plush lower lip.
“Ow!” Jensen yelped as he reared back, one hand coming up instinctively to check if he was bleeding.
“You bit me!” He accused sullenly, looking for all the world like a toddler who had been denied his favourite toy.
“I know I did,” Jared returned easily as he pulled on a shirt and picked out one of the shorter skirts from his collection. “And I’ll not let you off as easily the next time you bring someone else to our bed.”
Jensen’s eyes darkened with arousal at the threat and Jared shook his head inwardly- of course the man had to be perfect here as well, preferring a headstrong partner instead of simpering bitches who would agree to everything he said.... It was almost unfair that he would be everything Jared looked for in his romantic encounters if only he hadn’t been a gang-lord. He exhaled noisily as he brushed his hair; debating with himself briefly before picking up the liner and darkening the rims of his eyes- he had wanted to do it the first time he’d noticed it, back when Jensen had gotten him the skirts; but had held off because it was unseemly of a cop to give in so easily. He eyed the heels left for him contemplatively before choosing the gladiator-style thigh high boots because they contrasted the vivid red of his skirt beautifully. The boots reminded him of the hooker-heels sported by that beta, something-or-other-Roberts in that movie he had watched with his sister awhile back, but he couldn’t deny how much he liked the feel of the soft leather against his skin.
Etta squealed like a pre-pubescent girl when she saw him, “You’re gunna make ‘im so happy, Boy! How didja know it was his birthday anyway?”
“I didn’t,” he replied honestly, although now that he thought about it, it did explain why Jensen had chosen today of all days to treat himself to a massage when the man usually took about five minutes to get ready for the day and didn’t indulge in any products -at all- apart from his after-shave and cologne... “You think he’s going to approve?”
“Oh yes, definitely. Although... wait, come with me a moment,” She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him up the stairs to what was presumably her room. He stood at the door awkwardly as she rummaged through her closet before pulling out something with a lot of rope dangling forlornly from its free ends.
“What is it?” Jared asked nervously, peering over her shoulder.
She turned to face him with a wide beaming smile, “Ta-da!”
And now that he could see it, it was clearly a corset.
“That’s...” He gulped, looking from the black corset to Etta and back again. “That’s for betas.”
“Oh hush!” She laughed, “You’re going to look fabulous in it. I know it!”
“I don’t... How do I-?” He trailed off awkwardly; not wanting to waste time arguing with her because there was no way the woman was going to give up her idea. And if she went to Jensen with it, the gangster was liable to make it into something even worse. Besides, he was hungry.
“Take off your top,” Etta commanded briskly. “and lose that skirt.”
Jared’s eyes widened, but given he had been paraded naked through the hall enough times to have given everyone an eyeful by now, he complied wordlessly; blushing when she gave a appreciative whistle at the sight of his boy-cut lace panties. He was just glad that he had chosen to wear the wife-beater underneath his top.
The corset was cinched tight around his waist, making his already slim waist appear positively tiny and then Etta was helping him back into his clothes. He glanced at the mirror on her dresser once, unable to deny that the corset had increased his appeal.
“Just one more thing,” Etta declared, hurrying to her vanity kit and pulling out a tube of ruby-red lip gloss with a triumphant ‘aha’.
He pouted as directed and felt the sticky gloss coat his lips. When he glanced back at the mirror, he could barely recognize himself in his reflection. He looked nothing like the capable cop that he was, but there was something definitely alluring about the stranger that stared back at him from the mirror.
Part-10