Page 22 of Such a Good Omega

“That’s because it’s very specific.” I pointed to a list of spanking items. “See? You’ve been around long enough to know the meaning of hard and soft limits, right?”

He nodded. “Open palm, hand only, crop, leather flogger…wow.” He riffled the pages. “How many sheets are there?”

“A lot. But we never want someone to feel like they are forced into something they aren’t prepared for or didn’t agree with.”

He brushed crumbs off his tummy and ate another toast triangle, undoing all the good he’d done with cleaning his shirt. “Okay, so what is Florentine flogging?”

I let out a sigh. “I wish I could show you but for now, it’s all about book knowledge. Two-handed flogging with very soft hide floggers. At least that’s my version.” I studied him, loving how his cheeks flamed. “I think you’d like it.”

“And if I say being fastened into the fucking machine—is there a fucking machine?”

I shivered this time. “Yes, it’s not on the main floor but in a private room that requires a reservation.”

“Wow. So, say I called it a soft limit?”

“Then I could suggest trying it and, if you were up for the challenge, we would reserve the room and go slow until we could see if you like something besides my fingers and cock stretching out that hot little ass.”

“When you put it that way, I’m not sure.” He tapped the screen. “Gonna put it as a soft limit. At least until I see this miracle machine. Have you used it?”

“On omegas? Not lately, but they did seem to enjoy it.” Which was a mild way to say they’d gotten so hot and horny, one had even passed out while spurting cum from his leather-bound cock. “If you ever give your safe word, everything stops. Instantly. And I’d take you out of the machine.”

“Out of…oh my gods. How much longer am I pregnant again?”

I sat while he went over the pages, marking things and occasionally pausing to ask me a question about this or that. It took every bit of self-control I’d acquired in my life not to stand behind him and stare over his shoulder at his choices. But, when he finished, he pushed it toward me with a shy smile.

“You’re okay with me looking it over right now?”

“Well, since I’m not going to be doing these things with anyone else, you’re going to have to know eventually.”

“True.” I was reading down the first page when he tapped my hand. “Yes?”

“What if, after I get comfortable with the always ones, I want to shift some of the limits.”

“Mm-hmm.” Reading his answers, I was hornier than I could ever remember being.

“So, I can change my mind?”

“Anytime, omega. But you were pretty out there with your choices. I don’t see you as into blood play or anything with golden showers. Not that anyone is golden showering on the main club floor.”

“No. Those will never change, but some others…how are you with a whip?”

Now, I did stand up and go to him. Pulling him into my arms, I snuggled him as close as I could, given the belly situation. “Omega, whips can be deadly or incredible depending on the wielder.”

“And which are you?”

“What do you think?”

Chapter Seventeen

Rowan

My work hours had changed in the last month. Our babe was growing at a rapid pace according to the healer and was large for his age. I needed more sleep, so, coming into our shared office at eight was simply not feasible for me anymore.

Talon insisted I come to the office no earlier than ten and end the day at four, no excuses.

I fought against it until Talon and I had a long talk. The next day, when I got to sleep in until nine, well, there was no more arguing to be had.

The whole thing made me feel like a pampered prince, but my mate said I was finally being treated the way I should’ve been all along.