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Captured Omega
(Arian Wulf)

Inwardly, Carlos grins and pats himself on the back. He has her exactly where he wants her. Well, not quite where he wants her physically. He wants her in so many different ways physically. Ever since she walked into the store and asked him about the 'Hiring' advertisement he's stuck outside the window, he's been thinking about how good it would feel to fuck her. He knows he's going to have her eventually. He just didn't count on her being so stubborn about it.



He is her superior, her manager, and he controls her salary and her raises, but no matter how many times he's tried to get her alone, she always finds a way around it. He has been decreasing her salary too, a few hundred at a time, keeping their payroll department none-the-wiser by opting for the cash-payment option and palming her salary before handing her the rest.



He thought for sure that she would confront him, barge into the office and demand that he relinquish the money. He would play dumb, and then offer to give her the money if she sucks his cock. He wouldn't want to come in her mouth. No, that would be wasteful. He'd twist her around and flip up her pretty skirt, then push her panties aside and slam his hard cock right into that perfect tight cunt.



He wouldn't use a condom with her either. He'd fuck her raw, pumping her full of his seed until she smells like his cum. He would bend her over the desk and ram his cock into her even after he cums, using his seed to lubricate his cock and allow him to fuck her deeper until she's screaming for him to fuck her harder. Maybe he'd wait until the shop is closed and fuck her by the cash registry too, or up by the shelves, one leg on the floor, the other balanced on one of the wooden shelves, pushing aside bottles of tomato sauce as he slams into her pink cunt.



There're a few bottles of lubricants that they've been stocking that he's keen on trying out. There's one in particular that has a minty scent and promises to be 'a tingling ecstasy'. Maybe he would make her work without her panties, or her bra. She would look so much better without those pesky underwear. They would get more customers too. He already knows a few Alphas who only come in so they can have a sniff at her. And this is despite the disgusting Alpha cologne she's so insisted on bathing herself in. Maybe if they offer him enough money, he'd let them fuck her at the cashier.



Oh, he has so many plans for her.



He watches with quiet delight as Tanya's pretty face turns crimson at the sight of the cigarettes. 



The plastic-wrapped cigarettes are right there on the table in front of him and he tries not to grin in success, but is unable to stop the quiet exhale. He schools his expression into one of disappointment. "What's this, Tanya?" he asks.



She's standing there, eyes wide as saucers, mouth agape, confusion all over her face. Her breath comes in short gasps that lifts her perky breasts with each inhale. "I didn't- I didn't put that in there!" she gasps.