“You’re very knowledgable about this kind of stuff…thank god, I’m sure I’d be lost without you.” He joked, reaching out to run his fingers over the silky straps and dainty lace of the lingerie, the gold of the material glimmering underneath the store’s brilliant lighting. She tried not to stare, only watching him curiously as he seemed to get lost looking at the lingerie, as if he was imagining how it would look on his husband.

“Uh…of course, thank you sir.” She shifted, trying to gauge the alpha’s reaction. “What do you think of this one?”

hi this is really really bad please head warnings for super duper implied noncon and kidnapping and just awful things

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While she’s folding some of the five for thirty dollar underwear that had been scattered by the holiday crowds, she notices an alpha milling about near some of the headless mannequins displaying their fanciest and most expensive lingerie sets. Quickly folding up the last of the paisley-patterned briefs and setting them neatly in the display, she puts on her best saleswoman smile and goes to approach him, hands clasped prettily in front of her uniform as she comes up beside him.

“Hi sir, can I help you with something today?” She says cheerily, drawing the man’s attention, and oh dear. 

Okay, she’s seen her fair share of attractive customers–business men and women buying lingerie for their significant others, older alphas with sleek silver hair looking to buy something to spice up the bedroom, omegas and betas with knockout bodies wanting to be fitted for underclothes–but she couldn’t remember anyone who rivaled this guy in the instant charm he exuded as he turned to look at her. Wavy brown hair with a daring streak of grey, dignified wrinkles in the creases of his eyes and brow, steely blue and green eyes that seemed to almost look right through her, and that smile. Ooh. She felt her face heat up, but tried to tamp down her blush and stay professional. This guy dressed like he had serious money to burn.  

“Actually, I’m looking to buy something for my husband.” The man spoke, and wow she could practically hear the velvety smirk in that voice. She tried to compose herself, pressing his hands together and smiling even wider 

“Of course! I can show you a couple of our most popular brands and styles for men, though if he isn’t here, he might have to come in to have it properly fitted…”

“Oh, no worries, I have his measurements right here.” He tapped the phone just barely peaking out of his pants pocket. She nodded.

“Of course sir! Do you have an idea of what you’re looking for? Texture, favorite colo–”

“He likes yellow.” The alpha interrupted, taking her off guard, though she resumed her smile in an instant, waving her hand over to a couple of other mannequins. The alpha let her lead the way, his hands clasped behind his back as he listened to her talk, eyes roving over the mannequin, the lingerie, then back to her. 

“You’re very knowledgable about this kind of stuff…thank god, I’m sure I’d be lost without you.” He joked, reaching out to run his fingers over the silky straps and dainty lace of the lingerie, the gold of the material glimmering underneath the store’s brilliant lighting. She tried not to stare, only watching him curiously as he seemed to get lost looking at the lingerie, as if he was imagining how it would look on his husband.

“Uh…of course, thank you sir.” She shifted, trying to gauge the alpha’s reaction. “What do you think of this one?”

“I love it.” The man smiled, running his finger underneath one of the silky bands, lifting it up slightly before letting it snap back against the plastic mannequin. She flinched softly, her flush returning briefly at the sudden action. This guy was really something else, wasn’t he? Too bad he was married…

“Should I box it up for you sir, then? Maybe throw some stockings along with it?” She hinted with an encouraging smile, prompting the alpha to chuckle and shoot her a wink. 

“You’ve been so helpful, sweetheart, here I am thinking I should take you out for a cup of coffee or something like that.” He comments as she uses the measurements recorded in his phone to find the proper sizing for the lingerie, before wrapping it up elegantly with a couple of pairs of sheer stockings that the alpha seemed to like. She chuckles softly at him as she coyly rings him up and takes his fancy, heavy credit card from him. 

“If only…my shift’s not over for another few hours.” She puts on a mock pout.

“That’s a shame…I’m sure my husband would love you.” The smile on his face is warm and inviting, and the thrilling twinkle in his eyes is definitely suggesting more than just coffee, and she’s never wanted to just ditch work more than she does right now, but…

“Maybe next time.” She purses her lips and smiles, and likes to think there’s a little bit of disappointment in the older alpha’s expression.

“Sure,” The alpha takes his receipt from her, his smile and eyes flat, “next time.”

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Excitement thrums through Jack’s body as he enters the elevator up to his private penthouse, the lingerie box clutched carefully in both hands. He stares at the digital display of the elevator as it goes up and up, until it finally dings and the doors open in the shadowy black of Jack’s home.

The door clips shut behind him as Jack strides forward like ink, purposeful in his steps as he head towards the bedroom, his footsteps echoing something soft and muffled. He uses his shoulder to nudge open the door, his grin brightening as he sees what’s laid out on the perfectly made bed before him. 

“Hello, Rhysie….I’ve got a special present for you.” Jack croons, stepping forward to set the prettily wrapped box on the bed. The room is full of omega hormones, the heady stifle of stress and panic making the back of Jack’s neck prickle and shudder in arousal. The omega on the bed jerks suddenly, his shackles clinking against the gilded headboard as he flinches away from Jack. His pale chest trembles, tattoos shaking against his skin as he watches Jack in fear, hopelessly trying to close his legs from where they are bound against the posts at the foot of the bed. 

“Shhhh, Rhysie, I just know you’re going to love it….I spent a lot of money on this, kitten.” Jack’s voice dips into a growl for a moment, before he carefully unboxes the gift, lifting the dainty lingerie out of the wispy tissue paper and holding it up to the bound omega. 

“Look how pretty it is, Rhysie….and it’s just your size. A really nice girl helped me out with it…you would have loved to play with her, cupcake.” Jack sets the lingerie carefully against the side of the bed, ignoring the hitching gasps and quiet pleas from the omega as he pulls the stockings out of the box, draping them against Rhys’ quivering thighs. 

“I’m going to put this on you now, sweetheart. Be good. You know what happened last time you kicked me, huh? We don’t want that to happen again.” Jack muses, undoing one of the omega’s ankle shackles as he slips the sheer stocking onto Rhys’ twitching leg. Jack groans softly once the stocking is fully sheathed over Rhys’ leg, his fingers gliding silkily over it as he kneels on the bed, arching over Rhys’ as he seeks out the omega’s mouth, pressing a hard kiss on his lips as he growls:

“Time for my present now, Rhysie….”