The Beta's Submission BoyXBoy

<37> Princess

Dante and I made it back to the pack house, our drive full of jokes and random radio stations.

"Carry me, Sammy." Dante held up his arms and gave me his best puppy dog face.

"Why should I?"

"Because you love me."

I groaned but opened the car door for him, unbuckled him and picked him up.

"You're like a child that I have to babysit."

"I am not a child!" He pouts.

"You act like it."

"Then you're fucking a child." He said then grimaced, "Ew, that's gross."

I raised a brow before chuckling.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The kitchen since you insist that I eat."

"Alright, what do you want?"

"I want some steak." He looked up at me.

"It's ten at night and steak will take a while to cook."

"Just put it on for a few seconds, that way it's not completely raw but still good." He almost begged. I could hear and feel his stomach rumbling.

"Fine. Whatever you want, princess." I say as I put him down on the kitchen counter.

He groans but doesn't complain further. I turn on the stove and place a pan on it. I then poured some oil then dropped the fat steak onto the pan. I salted it then flipped it over, salting the other side. After it was brown on the outside and safe to eat, I put it on a plate for Dante.

"Thank you, Sammy." He says when I hand him the plate.

"No problem, princess. When you're done, I want you to go to your room and strip into your boxers then wait for me. Okay?" I asked, picking at my nails.

"Okay." He smiles and takes another bite of his steak.

I cleaned he kitchen then went up to my bedroom. Dante didn't even notice I left, he was chowing down on his steak. It was cute.

Walking up the stairs, I enter my room. I laid on the bed and flicked on the television. I was testing Dante's patience. I could hear when he entered his room so it was just a matter of time.

After a couple minutes, I heard him shuffle a bit before stopping.

After about twenty minutes, I could feel his unease. I quickly got out of bed and walked into his room.

He looked up and his unease was replaced by anticipation.

Dante was settled on his knees in front of the bed, waiting. He looked like he had gotten nervous and tapped his foot, something for the anxiety.

"Finally, Sammy." He sighed in relief.

I walked over to him and ran my hand through his soft hair.

"I wanted to start your training tonight. Or at least go through the rules and let you pick and choose. Some are very important though." I told him, gripping his hair so he looked up at me.

"Okay. What are the rules?" He asked nervously as I sat down on the bed, pulling him up beside me.

"Let's begin with-"