Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes Chapter 137: Test Subject

Chapter 136

Jack

Heaven.

I’m in heaven.

I’m so happy.

I lie down, looking at the fancy high ceilings of my room, but that’s not why I’m happy. The opulent decor, the luxurious furnishings, they all pale in comparison to the warmth that fills my heart.

Why am I happy? The answer is simple: I’m tied up, naked and it’s perfection.

I tug on the tie that was used, feeling the firm knot that Nolan so carefully secured. He really made sure this knot was in place, and the thought sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Today, Ciel said I was the guinea pig, to teach Nolan sothing, and I agreed imdiately. I stripped without hesitation, and now I’m pinned down and tied up, a willing participant in whatever they have planned.

"Don’t look so nervous, Nollie. I’m pretty sure you have already seen it," I hear Ciel say, his voice laced with amusent and a hint of teasing.

Hmmmn? He has... well, not really.

I think the only ti was the first ti we three were together. After that, it’s just been a couple of drunk humpings, plain teenage-like groping. I don’t mind; I enjoyed that too.

There’s sothing raw and honest about those monts, a connection that goes beyond words.

"Is this normal?" I hear Nolan ask, and I almost snort out a laugh. His nervousness is adorable, and I can’t help but feel a surge of affection for him.

"Yeah, alphas are usually this big," Ciel says, his voice taking on an educational tone.

I really want to see what’s going on there, but I would be straining my neck, and I’m a test subject. Test subjects don’t react.

"I don’t know, it kinda doesn’t look feasible," Nolan says, his voice filled with doubt and a hint of nervousness.

Ciel snickers, a sound that’s both playful and knowing. "Of course you can’t. I’ve had years of practice. I’m not asking you to deep throat him; it might trigger your gag reflex."

The image makes my dick jump, a reflexive response to the ntal picture that Ciel’s words paint. But almost as quickly, I start to get soft at the thought of what that would entail.

Not sexy, not sexy at all.

"Oops," Ciel says, and I can almost feel his smirk, even though I can’t see him.

The sound of his voice, the way he carries himself, it’s all part of the allure, the mystery that is Ciel.

I hear him clap. "Anyway, today I will teach you my ways in the art of oral sex," Ciel says, and I’m getting turned on again.

There is no better teacher than my sunshine, I nod.

"This is embarrassing," I hear Nolan grumble.

No. No, this is not embarrassing at all. Don’t say that, doggy.

"Nollie, do you or do you not want to make him cum?" Ciel says.

A hand on my thigh. "Do you know that Jack is not a silent lover?" Ciel says, and the hand slides higher.

"Do you not want to feel what it’s like to have him at your rcy?" Ciel says, his hand sliding higher.

"Yes, please," I cut in.

"You’re not supposed to talk, Jack. Don’t make us tie your mouth too," Ciel snaps.

It’s not about today it seems, and he’s so... dominant? Is this their dynamic? I love it. I’m blessed with the oga Ciel, with the oga needs, the need to be dominated, taken, but apparently that’s not the Ciel Nolan gets.

This is so interesting.

So hot too.

I can handle this too, you know. I also want to give him control in bed. But maybe that’s what will make this work. We get different things from each other.

"I do," Nolan says, eventually.

"Nollie, today is about you learning, not about Jack getting off. Understand?"

Nolan’s response is a mumbled, "Yes, Ciel," but I can hear the reluctance in his tone.

I can almost see the flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes dart between Ciel and , unsure of where to look.

"Good," Ciel says, his voice firm.

"Now, the first rule of oral sex is to take your ti. It’s not a race, and it’s certainly not about getting him off as quickly as possible."

Ciel’s hand is still on my thigh, his touch light but possessive. I want to buck into his touch, to feel his hand higher, but I hold still, rembering my role as the test subject.

"Start by exploring," Ciel continues, his voice taking on an instructional tone. "Use your hands, your mouth, your tongue. Make him feel every inch of your attention."

Nolan swallows hard, and I can almost hear the nervousness in his throat. "Okay,"he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

But no movent. I get impatient.

"So, doggy, are we doing this or not?" I blurt out. Because I’m getting massive blue balls.

"Jack!" Ciel scolds, and he shifts on the bed, to my side, and covers my mouth with his hand. He glares at , and I give him a sheepish look.

He looks away, at Nolan, and I have sothing better to look at instead of the ceiling. Him.

Ciel’s hand on my mouth is firm but gentle, a silent command to be quiet. I can feel the warmth of his palm, the softness of his skin, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

"Nollie, you need to take the lead here," Ciel says, his voice low and encouraging.

"Jack is yours to explore, to learn from. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, to seek guidance. I’m here to help you understand what he likes and doesn’t like."

Nolan nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. "I... I don’t know where to start," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ciel smiles, a slow, sensual curve of his lips.

"Start with what feels natural to you. Trust your instincts, Nollie. You know what you like, so begin there. Explore his body, learn his reactions, and let him guide you from there."

Finally. Finally, I have so action on my dick.

Nolan’s palm wraps around, and I groan in relief, the sensation of his touch sending waves of pleasure through .

Ciel looks at with a mischievous grin, and I’m suddenly filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. There’s sothing in his eyes, a spark of mischief that makes nervous.

"See," Ciel says, and I’m scared of the look in his eyes. Oh no.