We left the basement, and something inside me had changed irreversibly. My body was still trembling from the intensity of what Miguel had done to me. Every mark on my skin, every sore muscle, was a reminder of my surrender. I, Diego, the untouchable Alpha, had enjoyed being dominated. The humiliation, the pain, the raw pleasure... everything mixed in my mind, awakening a part of me that I didn't know existed.

We went up to the main area of the club, where the music pulsed and the dim lights hid the secrets of the night. My friends, other Alphas from the scene, were there, drinking and laughing. But when they saw me, something changed in the air. One of them, Lucas, looked at me with an expression I had never seen before: pure, raw, almost predatory desire. His eyes scanned my body, stopping at the visible marks on my neck, at the way I walked with a slight limp. He didn't say anything, but his gaze spoke for him. For a moment, I felt a heat inside me, a spark of curiosity about what could happen with him.

Miguel, who was walking beside me, noticed. His hand closed around my arm, possessive, almost painful. I turned my head and saw his hardened face, his dark eyes shining with something dangerous: jealousy. He didn't say a word, but his grip spoke for him. He took me out of the club without saying goodbye to anyone, practically dragging me to his car. The drive to his house was silent, but the tension between us was palpable, an electric wire about to snap.

The Session at Home

We entered his apartment, a modern loft with brick walls and dark furniture. As soon as he closed the door, Miguel pushed me against the wall, his body pressing against mine with an intensity that took my breath away. His mouth crashed against mine, a hard, almost punishing kiss, his teeth trapping my lower lip until I moaned.

"Do you think you can look at someone else like that after what happened?" he growled, his voice low and loaded with possession. "You're mine tonight, Diego. And I'm going to remind you of that."

I didn't have time to respond. He dragged me to a room in the back of the loft, a space that he clearly used for his sessions. A St. Andrew's cross dominated the wall, along with a table covered in tools: ropes, whips, handcuffs, silicone and metal toys. The red light of a lamp bathed the room, giving it an almost infernal atmosphere.

"Undress," he ordered, crossing his arms while watching me.

I obeyed, my Alpha pride struggling against the excitement growing inside me. Each garment that fell to the floor was another surrender. When I was naked, Miguel approached, his hands scanning my body with a mix of roughness and precision. His fingers traced the marks he had left on me in the basement, pressing hard enough to make me hiss.

"You like this, don't you?" he said, his voice mocking as his hand went down to my erection, squeezing it hard. "A whole Alpha, and look at you, hard just...