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Ivan sat at the head of the meeting table, annoyed.
For the fourth time this morning, the committee member speaking trailed off as carefully paced footsteps echoed in the otherwise empty hallway in front of the glass windows of the private meeting room.
Every person seemed to hold their breath as their eyes raked over the young man's passing figure, taking in the clicking heels of his dress shoes, the way his pants cinched perfectly at his waist, his silky hair pulled in a devastating half-up half-down look, and his striking eyes focused solely on the paper's he was holding and not sparing a glance at the pathetic men drooling after him.
Till, Ivan's latest secretary, seemed to have this effect on the entire office. He was tall for an omega, with sharp features, and unusually feisty when provoked, which drew in enough curiosity as was and wasn't at all helped by the fact that he was also absolutely beautiful. No one was able to pull their attention away when he was in the area, drawn in by his refreshing summer scent and dazzling teal eyes.
He was rather shy when he started and took a while to warm up to his peers, but as time went on and he grew more comfortable in his position, Till bloomed in the office.
Ivan was just as weak to Till's hidden charm as the rest of his staff. The only difference between them, really, was that Till—for some reason Ivan won't question nor take for granted—was actually interested in Ivan.
Till seemed to see through Ivan's professional persona and into the parts he kept hidden from view. The sides of him that were dry and snarky, that liked to tease and were furiously possessive over what he deemed to be his. Till found him to be beyond irritating and wonderfully authentic, he said. He wanted Ivan to court him properly, spend his heat with him and claim him already instead of pretending they both didn't want each other.
Unfortunately, given the inherent power imbalance of their positions—an alpha CEO perusing his omega secretary—Ivan was hesitant. He didn't want to cause trouble for the omega, could already imagine rumored whispers about Till sleeping with his boss for higher pay and better benefits being spread throughout the company.
They kept things subtle and under-wraps by his own request and Till patiently agreed.
They had plenty of personal meetings and over time spent together to compensate, filled with Till's light scent on Ivan's tongue as he laid him over his desk or couch in hopes of hearing his panted whines and trills when Ivan brought him to the brinks of pleasure over and over again.
He would say he doesn't regret it, but there is one major downside that Ivan had not considered before proposing this secret arrangement.
Since the nature of their relationship couldn't be indulged in publicly, Ivan has had to suffer through pathetic fools simping over his omega every time they so much as catch a glimpse of Till moving throughout the building. Always perking up in their seats to watch him pass by, skipping their floor on the elevator to stay shut away with him for as long as possible, hanging around his desk to pussy-foot around, the list goes on.
And if that wasn't bad enough, the shift in break room conversation has taken a turn for the raunchy worse.
Hushed conversations about if an omega like Till would be demanding, calling orders and directing his partner in his nest and their bed filled the break room—the cubical spaces, elevators, hell even the restroom.
"Would he be a brat? Put up a fight before submitting?" They asked each other. "The feisty ones break so beautifully," alphas, betas, even omegas said, all turning their heads this way and that to make sure Till doesn't catch them in indulging in their dirty fantasies about him.
It's hell. Ivan is in hell.
One of his own making honestly, because he's too lenient with regulating non-work related discussions and doesn't write up nearly enough people for what has to be work place harassment at this point.
And so now, here Ivan sits clearing his throat as he watches his staff practically break their necks trying to crane around the corner Till disappeared behind just to get one last look at the way his hips swing as he walks.
There's a ridiculous amount of readjusting and and paper shuffling as everyone pretends they weren't blatantly ogling the poor omega just trying to do his job and refocus on the agenda they have barely made a dent in.
"Ahem, and so sir, the um…" The alpha who was presenting, and should have been finished seven minutes ago, stutters. The blood is taking an awfully long time to flow back up to his brain huh.
Ivan throws him a bone, if only to bring this tortuous meeting to an end a little faster. "The foot traffic we've garnered this past month? That's where you left off."
He smiles politely though there's a small twitch in his brow Ivan can't hide despite his efforts The alpha blinks at him stupidly, flicking between Ivan and his PowerPoint as he realizes he's one the completely wrong slide and scrambles to correct himself. His nervous chuckle grates on Ivan's nerves so bad he considers taking a half day after this.
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By the second meeting of the day Ivan is at his limit. By the third he decides to do something about it.
It's in the middle of a stammering beta's communications report,that Ivan lets his hand fall from its perfect clasped position in view to the buzzer under the table. There's a jolt that travels through the room at the sudden noise and several eyes glance quizzically at him. The beta trails off of as a click echoes throughout the room.
"Sir?" Till's voice rings out
It's comical how quickly everyone perks up at just the sound of his beloved's voice. Ivan hums, letting his eyes roll over the room almost lazily.
"Till," he starts, giving the beta at the front of the room an apologetic smile, "do you have a moment? I'm in meeting room 4, right by your desk, can you pop in for a second?"
More questioning glances are thrown around but Ivan doesn't bother explaining himself. He waits patiently for Till to click back on.
"Alright." His tone is short and a little exasperated, meaning Ivan most definitely is pulling him away from something. "Do you need me to take notes?"
"No no, come as you are."
There's no reply after that but shortly after Ivan hears the faint clicking of Till's heels against the office floor as he rounds the corner and steps into view. Ivan keeps his eyes forward, a perfectly crafted calm look on his face while everyone else zeros in on Till passing each window panel.
The door knob turns and Till pops his head in first, eyes immediately meeting Ivan's at the head of the table. "What did you need sir?" He asks, stepping all the way inside only at Ivan's prompting.
"Close the door please Till."
He does. "Sir?"
Now, for all the advancements of society there are, there's still some traditional practices that float around from the early ages of humanity. Some are common across the nation like kneeling and courting, while others are more specific to select regions like mating runs and presentation ceremonies. Of the former is the understood, but not often indulged in, practice of wetting oneself in submission.
An alpha in the face of a bigger, stronger alpha may wet themselves to show that they are not a threat or to bow down to the stronger power. A beta or omega may do so out of respect to reaffirm their pack alpha's role as leader in the face of an opposing party. It's instinctual—something that happens in the face of a threat the body knows they cannot face or when commanded by someone held in a high regard like mates and pack members.
Most people find it inappropriate to order in public, but you see, for as much as Ivan hates to bring his omega trouble, he cannot stand another second of people thinking they have the right to drool after what belongs to him.
Till stands dutifully at the front of the room waiting for Ivan to explain what he was called in for. He's perfectly in view of their entire staff, though he has yet to acknowledge them, in his beautiful blouse and high waisted slacks. Ivan feels only a little guilty for what he's about to do.
"Till," he calls just for dramatics. His tone is one of pure self-assured confidence, able to to command any room he walks into. The air begins to thicken with tension as Till stands up a little straighter. "Yes sir?"
"Wet yourself for me."
Till's scent spikes ever so slightly, penetrating through his scent patches and reminding Ivan just how much he has missed him today.
He doesn't look as pissed as Ivan would have expected given his request for him to essentially humiliate himself with no further explanation.
Several heads whip around to stare at Ivan in shock. The woman next to him, an alpha who's too bossy for her own good, gasps affronted. Ivan turns and regards her, raising a silent brow.
"Sir! That is incredibly inappropriate! You can't just demand an employee to do something like that for you—especially not an omega." Her voice is high and shrill and Ivan fights the urge to roll his eyes and scoff at her. It seems her hypocrisy knows to bounds.
Another voice pipes up, an omega man sitting farther down the table. His cheeks are flushed and there's visible sweat gathering along his nape, but whether he's shaken by Ivan's command or turned on by the prospects is up in the air. "A-ah, Mr. Park only has five minutes left in his presentation, should we break for—"
"No need," Ivan interrupts, "Till. Now please." The prompting causes the omega to startle, blinking rapidly as a red flush climbs its way up his cheeks.
The alpha next to him bristles and her scent flares at being ignored. She opens her mouth again to continue her pointless nagging but shuts it immediately when soft hissing fills the room silent room.
The front of Till's dress pants turn darker and darker, spreading along his crotch and down his inner thighs until they reach his shoes. A puddle is quickly forming where he stands and the strong unmistakable smell of pheromones and piss drifts through the room, coating everything in the aroma of pure submission.
Till's eyes are suddenly hazy when they meet Ivan's, staring him down as the stream increases and soaks through the fabric of his bottoms and doubles the puddle in size. His mouth parts to let a small pitiful whimper slip through and Ivan almost shudders with the sudden power rush. Till's obedience taste like pure ecstasy on his lips.
It's captivating, the way Till stands still and trembles through his alpha's commands. He slips so easily into the docile headspace Ivan adores him in. All willing and easy for his alpha's touch.
Ivan can smell, ever so slightly, the warm musk of arousal oozing off of each team member.
Their eyes are honed in on his omega at the front of the room, and Ivan—for all his possessive jealously—feels pride seeing them watch. Knowing that his Till is evoking such primal need within each and every one of his staff in the room right not, but they cant touch—now they know they cant have him. Ivan has claimed Till right in front of them, effectively removing him from the market, for any lustful comments after today will be a direct challenge to Ivan's authority.
It'll be nice, Ivan thinks, as the sound of that never ending stream finally begins to trail off, to finally be able to show Till off. To have him hanging on his arm at social gatherings, to be able to scent him throughout the day as much as he pleases. Hopefully word of Ivan's surprise display will travel fast, save Till from having to humiliate himself on Ivan's call again. Not that Ivan would be opposed to a repeat performance for the entire company to see. For learning's sake.
Till is bent over slightly, and tears shine in his eyes as he waits for his alpha's next word.
Ivan smiles at him softly. "Good boy."
The room takes a breath when Till's lashes flutter at the praise. Ivan is sure their realizing just how accurate their speculations were to the kind of lover Till was now.
He gives everyone a minute to collect themselves, then hums, addressing his darling. "Go to my office and wait for me. I'll be wrapping up here soon."
Till's face is beet red and he nods rapidly, unable to muster up a verbal response. Ivan really hadn't intended on humiliating him in such a way without prior discussion, but he had to solve their office issue quickly. Since Till was a good sport, Ivan doesn't fuss about the lack of an appropriate reply or manners.
The sound of Till's wet shoes squeak and squelch in the room as he turns and practically runs out. It echoes loudly in the empty hallway and Ivan is sure that the realization would make Till's face impossibly brighter.
Heads turn non-to-subtly to watch him go, and Ivan is willing to let that slide too, one last time. When he's out of their longing view, everyone shuffles in their seats, adjusting their clothes, clearing throats, and looking down at their devices in front of them. It's a bit much.
"Mr. Park," Ivan calls, leaning back in his chair.
The beta stands at attention so fast, you'd have thought someone shoved a pole down his back. "Y-yes sir—!"
"Prop the door open for us, would you? We wouldn't want anymore distractions holding us up now, hm?" His professional smile is laced with something dark, a complete 180 from what they've seen before, "I've got something to attend to after this."