Page 11 of Such a Tempting Omega (His Alpha Desires #7)

Liam

The omega looked like I asked him to do something terrible. At a kink club, although you’d never know it from my visits so far, most people came to play. Whatever their preference was, they would hope to have time to enjoy it at Cuffed. It was a big reason why they joined.

Hirsch tugged on his hand, and I released it, not wanting him ever to feel trapped. “I-I don’t know. What did you want to do to me?”

A chill ran over me at the fear in his tone.

“Omega, I don’t want to do anything to you.

When I suggested playing, I meant we could discuss something we might both enjoy.

See if we have common ground in the Cuffed arena.

” I reached for his hand again, and he let me take it, smooth my thumb over the back of it.

“Should we walk around and see what everyone else is getting up to and you can show me what you like and don’t? ”

“That sounds okay.” His words agreed but his tone held reserve. Who had made him feel this way? As if he might be forced to do something sexual or verging on that against his will.

“Omega, if you don’t want to do anything but sit here, have a drink and a snack, and get to know one another, I’d enjoy that as well. Shall we do that?”

His lips moved as if words wanted to emerge, but he wasn’t sure if he should let them. “Can we just walk around and observe and talk?”

Pretty much that was what I’d just suggested, but pointing that out was not going to help him.

Someone had done a number on his head, and likely his body.

My wolf wanted to break out and find whoever it was and rip their throat out.

Hopefully they weren’t here because if the omega should see them and point them out, I might end up in prison. Or the pound.

I suddenly noticed that Andreas had disappeared at some point.

Showing how focused on the omega I was. I hoped he understood.

Sliding out of the booth, I brought him with me, linked by our joined hands.

“I think that’s a perfect idea. And if at any point, you get uncomfortable or unhappy, I want you to promise you’ll tell me. ”

His gaze dropped to the floor. “You’ll get upset.”

Releasing his hand, I cupped his chin and gently brought his face up. “Hirsch, I promise I won’t be upset if you tell me how you honestly feel. If you don’t, I’ll be disappointed.”

“I promise to do my best, but it will be hard.”

I caressed his cheek, the slight scruff of a long day tickling my palm. “Let’s wander around casually and not make any big decisions. I’m just here to enjoy the evening with friends, and running into you again made it even better.”

We started off toward the pathway that wound through the various stations on the floor.

Electrical, wax, fire…and lots of impact play.

Impressive bondage. People who joined Cuffed generally knew what they liked, and to be a dom here required skill, especially in the more dangerous kinks.

All of them had the potential to cause harm to the careless, which was why dungeon monitors were on the floor at all times and even the private rooms were not 100 percent so.

Staff could always see inside in case of an emergency.

Andreas had told me that once, and as we passed a shibari station, I remembered that there were private rooms. Hirsch seemed shy, even a little ill at ease, and I wondered… “Omega, would you feel more comfortable in a quieter setting?”

He watched the bondage, a thing of beauty being wrought by an alpha I didn’t know. Then he nodded.

“Let me ask if we can have the use of a private room where we can do whatever you like.”

“Even if it’s just talk?” he asked.

“Of course.” I reached for my phone then remembered I didn’t have it.

But then I spotted Andreas nearby and caught his eye.

Five minutes later, we were following one of the DMs down the hallway past the little room and some others and up a staircase.

He unlocked a room and let us inside before closing the door and leaving us alone together.

I hadn’t been in any of these spaces, at Cuffed at least, although I’d been told they were all a little different from one another.

This one had a bed of sorts, an easy chair, a cabinet, a pair of padded posts, spanking bench, and mirrors.

So many mirrors. I was about to say we would see if there was another room available, thinking the omega was the shy type and wouldn’t want to have all these reflections everywhere, when I realized I was wrong.

Hirsch was staring, fascinated at the mirrors.

Naughty little omega liked to watch.

The idea made me hard. Determined to give him a good show to capture his attention.

If he wanted to play…

I sat in the big chair and gave him a minute or two to explore, wanting him to be the one to broach the subject of play, or not.

Finally, he paused in front of the cabinet. “What do you think is in there?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I couldn’t say. Why don’t you open it and satisfy both of our curiosity.”

His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t move. “Is that all right? I can do that?”

“Of course. How else are we going to find out if there’s anything in there that interests us?” And what kind of an alpha had made him afraid to peek in a cupboard?

Now he glanced over his shoulder. “Okay.” His little grin tempted me to reach out and bring him into my lap, forget about what was in any old cabinet, and kiss him senseless.

But this wasn’t about me. He twisted the knob and opened the door of the tall, antique-looking cabinet.

Now that I could see inside, I realized it was more of a wardrobe.

“There are clothes in the top part, hanging up.”

“So there are.” More like role-playing costumes. “And the drawers below?”

He opened one and froze. “Ummm…”

“Show me, omega.”

Hirsch held up a package holding a brand-new—thank heavens—butt plug. “It’s full of these.”

“I see. What else do we have?”

One drawer after another revealed various sorts of pretty mainstream sex toys, but the bottom, a low, wide drawer, had coils of rope and other types of bindings. He held up a coil of jute. “Do you…that is, would you…” His face was so red, I had to rescue him from his embarrassment.

“Omega, do you think you’d enjoy trying that out?”

He nodded, looking at the floor again. We needed to work on that.

“I like the idea, too, but you need to use your words and tell me what you like, or how will I ever be able to make you scream out my name in pleasure?”

He lifted his gaze and met mine, eyes about as wide as they could go. “You…I…what?”

“Isn’t that the idea? How about I make a suggestion, and you can guide me from there?”

Hirsch agreed to my idea, and I took the rope from his hands, setting it aside.

“Let’s keep things basic and easy. Do you have a safe word you like to use?”

“My ex didn’t believe in them.”

Rage simmered in me. No safe words? How had he gotten that past the dungeon monitors?

Hirsch must never have tried to stop him.

Because he thought it wouldn’t work? I shoved the anger down as deep as I could, wanting to use only positive emotions in our first time playing together.

“How about we use red, yellow, and green, for tonight? You can think of something you like better later on. You know how those work, right?”

“Green is everything is fine, yellow, slow down, and red…”

“You say red, everything stops. And I will not be angry or hold it against you. I need your honesty, omega.”

He chewed on his lip, considering, then finally said, “Agreed. I know Kyle was the exception, but he said in a relationship like ours, there was no need for safe words.”

I would be having a word with Andreas about that.

“There is always a need for safe words. Remember that. Part of the trust is knowing you can communicate with your alpha whether it’s to say you want more of that or less…or none. Okay?”

He nodded.

“You’re going to need to use your words,” I reminded him. “Do you promise to use your safe words?”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I promise.”

“Then stand between the posts and we’ll get started.”

His lips moved, but no words came out, and I had to remind him again to speak.

“Yes, sir.” He positioned himself where I had indicated.

“Hold on to those handles at the top of the posts and brace your feet apart at the base.” There were various places to attach rope cunningly concealed along the length of the posts, and I used them to anchor the bindings before winding lengths around his body.

Normally, I’d have had him strip first, but I was calling it as I saw it, and going slow.

As I walked around the omega, adding more loops and knots in pressure points and other erotically charged places, Hirsch’s eyes remained fixed on the mirror in front of him.

With the arrangement in the room, that mirror gave him the full view of himself from all sides, and his jeans were tight in the fly.

“You look nice like that, omega.” I caressed his lower belly, waiting until he thrust his hips forward to cup his bulge. “Is that all right?”

“Green,” he moaned, and I didn’t wait for more before opening his fly and drawing out his thick, hard length. “Greener.”

Technically that wasn’t the safe word, but I got the point. “Stop me anytime.” I leaned in close and spoke into his ear, telling him how sexy he looked all bound up like that, and how the mirrors enhanced his masculine beauty. “Next time, naked so I can see all of you reflected.”

“Yes, please,” he whispered as I closed my fist over his shaft and gave a firm squeeze. “Oh yes.”

He hung between the posts, bound like a spider in a web, and I rubbed my palm over his head and stroked up and down his length, careful not to block his view of the mirror until he shouted, “Liam, alpha, yes!” and emptied his balls over my fist.

Such a sweet omega.