Chapter Two

Collin

For a moment, my only worry was that Morris would let go of my hands, but he proved me wrong as he kept his tight grip in place as he moved us away from the car. “Your impatience is not my concern.”

He kept saying he was nervous but that was never what I saw.

He was so strong and always made me feel like the most important person on the planet.

It’d felt that way from our first date. Shit.

Probably from the first time we’d gone beyond flirting and role-playing online.

Morris instinctively took care of me and sometimes that meant calling me a slut and tying my hands behind my back.

Caretaking came in all flavors and we were supposed to enjoy it.

No matter what Morris said about Austin, that was one sub who knew what he was talking about.

At least when it came to flavors and fun.

“You’re my only concern.” Morris kissed my head tenderly as his hand tightened around mine. It was one of his favorite ways to show me how he was feeling and made me think it was more than he was trying to let on. “And right now, I want to make sure you’re ready to be restrained and displayed.”

He said the sweetest things.

But was I ready?

Maybe.

I was pretty sure I was as ready as I’d ever be, though, so I nodded. “Yes. Green.”

That was technically enough, but I had to make sure he knew I was wimpy but not wussing out. “I… I remember we talked about displaying me and restraining me and what you can do with me in club-public.”

Real public meant he needed to be careful even opening the door for me because after getting screamed at by an old insane omega one time, I had no desire to repeat that experience. Morris said that some people just shouldn’t be let out without a guard but he’d respected the limit.

Something about it made being able to open the door in front of the slightly dilapidated-looking warehouse more special, though.

I hadn’t missed his grin or the thrill that had raced through him.

My alpha would’ve loved to have controlled every aspect of my life that was reasonable, or even completely unreasonable, but he was good about keeping a close eye on that part of his personality.

Too close sometimes.

Yep.

Straightening, I kissed his cheek and did my best to remember Austin’s instructions on how to look cute and submissive.

Morris liked it and it helped me get into the right headspace.

Fake it ’til you make it worked for a variety of things.

“I’m ready. I know you’re going to stay with me and make it all better. ”

Master?

Sir?

We were missing something but I knew we’d figure it out.

“Good boy.” Morris chuckled as I shivered, not even trying to hide what that did to me. “You’re going to be my slutty boy very soon, though.”

I really hoped so.

I’d dreamed of being able to explore something like the club for longer than I could remember, and even before I knew what I was looking for, I’d been searching for someplace to find the answers that were always elusive.

How was I supposed to know what I wanted when I didn’t know what was out there?

How was I supposed to know what was out there when no one talked about omegas wanting to submit?

How was I supposed to know what fantasies were safe to explore when there was nothing helpful online?

I wanted to give Morris a sexy comeback, but I just blushed and hid my face against him.

It got another chuckle from him and an overly dramatic romantic sigh from Austin.

“You guys are so cute, but I got fully dressed to make sure I could meet you outside, and I’m ready to be pretty again or at the very least naked. So let’s get this show on the road.”

He was so interesting sometimes.

Morris said he was interesting all the time, but I was pretty sure that was because he’d met Austin at work. That had to change how he saw the sparkly omega.

Very sparkly.

Every inch of his clothing from the tight, shin-length pants to the painted-on pink t-shirt sparkled even in the low light as the sun was starting to set and it made me wonder if he’d blind someone during the day.

Was he dressed in diamond-crafted fabric?

Was that even a thing?

“Thank you for putting on clothes.” I’d never said that before and it made me giggle. “You look lovely.”

Morris huffed but it was under his breath and quiet enough that Austin couldn’t hear across the parking lot. His order came out louder, though. “Do not get anywhere near me if you’re wearing glitter.”

Austin’s snicker made me question what was making his clothes look like jewels. “Glitter? Isn’t it just something in the fabric?”

Regular people clothes came shiny, right?

Kids’ clothes did at the very least.

I’d bought some for a birthday party I’d been dragged to last year.

For some reason, my overly helpful mother thought a kid’s party would be the perfect way to forcefully introduce me to her friend’s son. Who was the alpha father to the kid in question and had another five with three different omegas.

Evidently twins ran in the family.

I’d noped out of that so fast I hadn’t even gotten cake.

Which was kind of why I was still looking for the flaws in Morris.

It wasn’t helpful or smart in any way, but so far, the only thing I’d found was his bad habit of sending nearly everything he owned out to be ironed.

The man didn’t even own one but he wanted all his shirts to be starched and professional looking.

But one of his good points was that he’d asked if I wanted him to send mine out too and he hadn’t understood that I didn’t own a single piece of clothing that needed to be ironed.

Yep, I was a mystery to him in a thousand different ways but he seemed to like that about me.

“I don’t know what’s making him that shimmery and I’m not going to trust anything he says about it when he’s wearing that expression.” Morris bounced between appreciating Austin and seeing him as some kind of demon.

Glitter demon in this case and sex demon other times.

They had an interesting relationship.

“You’re so suspicious.” Shaking his head and still looking very naughty, Austin’s smile got wider. “I love it. I promise not to touch you. Now, come on in so I can show you around. You really don’t want to see what happens when my patience runs out.”

How was he a sub?

Had anyone figured that out?

Morris rolled his eyes, but he tightened his grip on my wrists and kissed my head again. “I’m going to get our bag out of the trunk. Walk carefully with me and don’t let the naughty man distract you.”

That got a giggle from Austin and he pretended to curtsy with a nonexistent dress of some kind. “Why thank you.”

For thinking he was naughty?

For thinking he’d try to distract me?

Morris sighed, so I wasn’t sure he knew how to respond either. But that didn’t seem to matter because it got another happy sound from Austin who seemed to be doing his best to stand still and not rush us.

Morris was a Dom who wouldn’t be rushed, so I had a feeling he was going slow just to drive Austin nuts. But since Austin always had to win, he couldn’t react and had to actually behave to win. They had a very strange relationship but they seemed to understand each other.

I was really glad that Morris didn’t seem to be attracted to him in any way, though. Not having to compete with Austin for Morris’s attention made me like him better. Regular jealousy wasn’t my thing but Austin never did anything regular.

“Good boy.” Morris gave me another head kiss as he shut the trunk and glanced toward the entrance. “Just a little bit and then I’ll get you ready.”

He liked that too.

Getting me dressed seemed to be just as much fun to him as getting me undressed.

I didn’t really understand it but it seemed to be one of those taking care of me things that he really liked. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

It wasn’t bad but it still wasn’t right.

He smiled at it, though, and it had Austin sighing. Morris seemed to be doing his best not to react to Austin but it looked painful. “I’ve got you, but I still want you to be careful and pay attention to where you’re putting your feet.”

Falling wouldn’t be sexy or helpful…got it.

“Yes, Sir.” Yeah, it was close but it wasn’t right. “I’ll be careful.”

I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t worried and list off similar things that would make him happy but he’d think it was lying or ridiculous. He’d be right, so I held my tongue and just tried to look calm and relaxed. That wasn’t lying so I didn’t have to feel guilty about it.

He gave me a slightly suspicious look that had him holding me tighter as he slung the bag over his shoulder, but he didn’t call me out on it. “Thank you.”

The exchange made Austin giggle and shake his head but he didn’t say anything about it. “Perfect. I’m going to take you to the locker room area so you can get changed and then we’ll do a tour. When something catches your attention, please ask questions or let me know you want to try it.”

It was really happening… we were going to a BDSM club.

“It’s okay not to know what an activity is or what a kink is or to have questions in general.

None of this stuff is easily accessible online, so we’ve got classes available and we do demonstrations on a regular basis.

The goal is to make sure we hurt everyone safely and in a manner that gets them off.

” Austin was amazing because he was so serious when he said that, I forgot he was talking about orgasms and stuff.

“Did you know that in the first days of the internet it was all just out there for anyone to see?” Austin shook his head as he led us into the building, waving at the guy managing the front desk.

“I’m still trying to figure out when the crackdown happened, but that’s because they seemed to have scrubbed that too. ”

Weird.

I’d never thought about it that way.

As my brain started to whirl, thinking about the past instead of the present, Austin looked over at me and nodded. “You and I are going to talk about that later.”

Morris huffed. “Not later tonight. He’s mine unless you both want me to start asking smarter questions than I’ve been doing up until this point.”

Oops.

He’d been amazing at accepting very vague explanations about what I did for a living, so I had no desire to push his patience.

“I’m yours.” Austin’s recommendation of cheek kisses worked marvelously in my current predicament and had Morris trying not to smile. “I’m going to be your good boy.”

Giggling, Austin nodded. “At least until he wants to try a punishment scene.”

As long as it wasn’t too real, maybe?

“But I like making him happy.” Morris was cute when he was all smiles and laughter. “I think I’m going to stick with being good.”

It seemed to get me better outcomes.

Austin’s smile bounced between wicked and like he thought I was cute. “We’re going to detour by the playroom too.”

Playroom?

I was starting to think I should’ve asked him more questions about the club.