Chapter 4 Stop acting

Scarlett's POV

On this little adventure, I didn't need to take anything with me. Nothing that could identify me. Everything would be up to them; the way I dressed, the way and what I ate, the way I walked. I didn't even have a name, my name was whatever they wanted it to be.

I had to suppress my smile. This was madness! I knew what awaited me for the next few days, and yet, here I was, following these two strangers willingly. Would I really enjoy it? In some ways, I'm sure I would, but I wasn't sure whether everything that awaited me would be pleasurable. My only option was to trust that everything would turn out okay.

Although that's not exactly my only option. If anything went wrong, I at least knew how to defend myself. I didn't get to have a body like mine for no reason. I was used to doing strenuous exercises and I know how to fight. I've practiced various types 0f martial arts and, even though I was no expert, I learned enough to defend myself, should it ever become necessary to do so. I knew that I was at a disadvantage, being an Omega, but I was confident that I could defend myself if the need arose.

I could feel the black-haired man's eyes on me, carefully evaluating every move I made. I knew we were heading underground, to the garage most likely, but what did they intend to do once we got there? How did they want to take me? Would it be calm and gentle? Would it be hard and savage? Would I be tied up? There were so many questions and just as many scenarios running through my mind, that I couldn't deny that it was all making me anxious. Regardless of how I was feeling, I fought to keep my breathing as steady as possible.

We stopped when we reached the elevator and I could feel the heat radiating from my body, with the Alphas standing so close to me. I knew that I would react to them. If I hadn't applied the right cream, I'm sure that a few drops of sweat would be running down my face. Fortunately, the makeup I applied was water and sweat proof, so the only indicator to how I was feeling was the change in my breathing, which became a little more labored.

The elevator door opened and we got in. It was strange to stand still for so long, even more so with the tension that was building between the three of us, with each passing second, but I had a feeling that it may very well have been their intention. I found myself liking the idea. I had to keep my expression neutral and not make a sound.

It proved to be a good thing that I practiced martial arts, which also taught me excellent self-control. If not for that I'd certainly be shaking with this strange feeling of fear, adrenaline, anticipation and excitement all running through me at once. It was like entering an arena with the knowledge that all you had to do was to defeat your opponent to win the trophy.

The elevator door opened to the garage, where the lighting was much duller. We didn't walk too far when we stopped in front of a dark gray car with dark tinted windows. The brown-haired man stood in front of me, while the black-haired man went around to the other side of the car. He got in and only after that, was the door in front of me opened for us to get in.

I entered the car first and sat between the two Alphas. The car was very wide, and from what I could tell by looking at the vehicle's dashboard, as I got in, was that it was a Mercedes-Benz. I closed my eyes and took a deep calming breath. I found myself, once again, fighting back laughter. This time it would be from irony, maybe even desperation. Good heavens! I was really doing this and, by the Gods, I knew myself well enough to know that I was going to enjoy it.

I rolled my eyes, keeping them closed. The car started, and we were soon moving, but the silence remained between us. There was no physical contact yet, which had my imagination wandering freely as to when and how the first move would be made.

We drove for around 20 minutes until we slowed down and came to a stop. I could hear the sound of gates opening, and soon we appeared to be in another garage.The two men got out, and I followed after the brown-haired man. The temperature in the garage was freezing, and I could feel goosebumps forming on my skin all over my body. We walked to another elevator, got in and exited from it into a room with a higher, more pleasant temperature.

With my gaze lowered, I couldn't tell what the decor was like, but the floor was light gray marble and, as we walked, I saw a shaggy black carpet, the lighting was white. They led me to a leather settee that was also black.

"You can stop acting." I heard the black-haired man's voice saying, and I knew it was an order from the tone of his voice.

I looked up and tilted my head slightly. Both men were standing in front of me, staring at me intently.

"Do you really want to do this? Do you know, for certain, what could possibly happen?" The brown-haired man commented. He was certainly the more calculating Alpha, colder and more shrewd.

I took a deep breath and relaxed a little while sitting on the sofa. I crossed my legs and smiled.

"Well, yes, I do, and yes, I'm fully aware of what could possibly happen," I replied calmly, without looking away from them. "I'm a grown woman, I'm quite aware of what I've gotten myself into." I stopped talking for a few seconds before continuing.

"The answer to the silent question is... I'm a virgin because I wanted to be, and not for any religious reasons or because I wanted to find the love of my life. I also don't care about Fated Mates. It's an outdated concept anyway. It's 2022, and I'm sure that everyone I know has read 50 Shades of Grey, which I know might be amateur... I've been to a few BDSM clubs, and I've seen several different practices with different preferences and different approaches... That's why I filled out that list, so, to answer your question, yes, I know exactly what I've accepted."

As they were analyzing me, I was analyzing them in return. I noticed that, after I spoke, their postures seemed a little more relaxed.

"Why did I choose this? Simply because I can, because I want to, and because it's my choice." I smiled. "Most people have this idea that the first time they have sex, it has to be a magical romantic moment. They want courtships with rose petals and fancy dinners and with that special person. Most women I've talked to say that their first time was bad and that they regretted it, even when it was with their mates. I'd rather not fall for that fairytale bullshit. Satisfied?"

"But don't you prefer to dominate?" The brown-haired man asked.

"Yes, and no..." I closed my eyes and carefully considered my next words. "I like to dominate women," I said, opening my eyes. "But I don't get any pleasure from dominating men. I just don't "feel" it, but it's definitely exciting to see a woman trembling in my hands, and I've had that pleasure a few times. A virgin, but definitely not a saint."

They then looked at each other for a brief moment. I knew that they were communicating telepathically through their mind-link.

"No, I haven't let anyone put anything inside me either. I've done nothing that could break the hymen. I've masturbated a few times, and I've used a few balls, but nothing like a full dildo or anything similar," I answered and took a deep breath. "What would bring me the greatest pleasure is a hunt, so to speak. One of the reasons for not losing my virginity is that I haven't found a man who could truly make me submit."

"When I saw the domination sections, I would always imagine what it would be like to be that person, that woman, and that turned me on... I'm not going to care during these five days about being the perfect submissive, it would just be a plus to know if there really was someone, out there, who would really make me submit, without me having to act."

I knew that my words sounded like a challenge, and it was, but I also knew that there were many Doms who didn't like to be challenged and who preferred that their subs submitted completely. Alpha Doms even more so... I knew that I'd touched their egos, being an Omega challenging two Alphas.

"Interesting." The black-haired man spoke and smiled wryly. He was analyzing my words.

His gaze was intense and sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn't let it show on my face. These two men would surely be able to bring me to my knees with just one look and I would relish in it, but not yet, the thrill of the fight was intoxicating. I loved a good fight and just thinking about it made me wet.

"That'll be fun." The brown-haired man said. "It's been a while since we've had a good challenge. The last one who said that didn't last a day."

One sentence. One single sentence, and it made me have to clench my thighs a little. I realized that they had noticed it as well, so I threw my head back and laughed out loudly only stopping after a few seconds to stand up.

"This is going to be much more interesting than I imagined." I used the same tone as the black-haired man had used.

With the heels I was wearing, and my head held high, I stood at almost the same height as they did. I was 1.72m (5.64 ft or 67.68 inches) tall, and with the 12cm (0.39ft or 4.68 in) heels, I stood at 1.84m (5.97 ft or 71.64 inches).

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