Chapter 3

I went back to the main hall to find Peter still talking to his friends. It seemed like forever, but my discussion had only really lasted fifteen minutes or so. Fifteen minutes that locked up my insides like I could never have imagined. But I knew how to handle it. As we finished up for the evening and went to the room, I almost attacked Peter. I was ravenous for sex.

“Come on, Peter, shove it in me. Show me that you are my man.” Peter responded as best he could, excitedly shoving his beta cock into my wet cunt.

I mentally shook myself. Why was I thinking of it as a beta cock? It was just fine. It was just a normal cock. But throughout our pleasant but not particularly compelling love making, I started dreaming of an enormous alpha cock, one that owned my pussy, that controlled my body. I shook myself mentally again: I couldn’t understand how Luke had gotten into my head! I finished up by trembling through a fake orgasm after Peter got off, wondering if this was as good as it would ever get. Peter loved it though. “That was so amazing. You were so hot tonight!” Yeah. Yeah. Beta sex. Oh God. Why can’t I get this out of my head? So, I fell asleep.

I spent the next day getting my mental space focused, preparing myself to put on my modest dress when the time came. I told myself that I didn’t have to follow Luke’s instructions. That I could wear precisely what I originally planned. So, when the time came, I took both my dresses and laid them on the bed. Peter was getting ready in the bathroom, and he came out just as I tried to force myself to reach out to the modest dress, when Peter said, “Hey, honey. Why don’t you wear that sexy dress of yours? I haven’t seen you in it yet.”

“OK,” I squeaked, immediately picking up the sexy dress, my body responding with a ramping up of desire. “Damn,” I said to myself. “I am going to be as sexy as fuck. Luke is going to love this.” Shit, why did I think of Luke?

As we walked to the party room, everyone looked at Peter and me. My long hair was shimmering a light blonde around my body and down to the middle of my back, my hips swayed as I walked on my high heels, and my heavy breasts moved back and forth in waves, shaking with every step. I tried to ignore it, but the men stared until their wives or girlfriends hit them on the shoulder. Peter strutted beside me and I understood that this was exactly why he wanted me to come to the reunion and why he wanted me to wear this dress. He wanted to show off his prize of a fiancé. I shook my head at this behavior but was gracious to all. The whole time I scanned for Luke, trying to find the Alpha in the room. But he never showed up.

I encouraged Peter to drink heavily with his friends. I figured that he might as well have some fun. I didn’t drink, wanting to keep my head straight, preparing myself to resist the coming confrontation with Luke. I didn’t know how it would happen but was pretty sure Luke would figure out something. By now, my mind had calmed down, my body was under control, and I was completely confident that I could resist any mental mojo that Luke might throw at me. Alpha. What a crock.

We were about two thirds the way through the networking event, and I was bored to bits. When a member of the wait staff threaded his way to me and said softly, “Ma’am, there is a man who needs to see you about your dress.” This was it. I nodded back to the waiter, and he gave me instructions on the room to go to. I thanked him, walked over to Peter and said, “Hey, honey. I am going to get some air. You have fun and I’ll be back shortly.” Peter looked at me blearily, already smashed, but having fun. “OK honey, see you soon.”