Page 6 of Such a Good Omega

Edward bent and whispered something in his ear, and the sub shuddered from head to toe. “I have a long line of bottoms to spank tonight. So no more lies.”

“Only the truth, Sir. Please. Hard.”

“Are you saying you’re hard? You’re not going to get our new spanking bench all sticky, are you?”

“I’ll try not to…oof!” The next slap landed on his left cheek, the third on the right, then next on the very sensitive sit spot. Edward wasn’t teasing anymore, and his openhanded spanks had the sub writhing on the slippery bench.

“Do I need to strap you down?”

“Yes, Sir.” His breathing was harsh fluttery. “I can’t stay still.”

The bench was well equipped for this contingency, and Edward fastened belts around his waist and spread thighs. We did have policies for cleaning the equipment between uses, the work done by the players, and if the dom kept going the way he began, it would be a real mess. The sub’s trembling had increased, his panting loud enough for those of us who stood nearby to hear. Which was why the dom stopped and just stroked his reddened skin for a few minutes.

Edward held the whole crowd in his thrall, and when he reached for the crop dangling from his belt, everything amped up to another level. Running it up the man’s leg, he whispered something to him again and the sub nodded. The crop painted a line of welts across the red skin.

I leaned in closer too, always fascinated by someone who knew what they were doing. After tonight, most of the stations would be occupied by members, but demos would continue from time to time, just as part of the experience. Spanking was one of the most basic things that would go on here, but it was always popular both for those involved and an audience. There were a lot of ways to do it, but Edward was a master. He enjoyed other activities as well, and he was not really serious about the long line for tonight. He was all about quality and not quantity, and he’d torment this one sub for as long as the man was up for it. Then he’d provide aftercare.

If he truly was the pain slut he claimed, that could be all evening.

And I had other things to do, so I left the station and its interested watchers and continued on to meet other guests and make sure everything was running smoothly. So far, I’d call it an excellent opening night. Tomorrow, we’d be open to all members, and I anticipated a busy night.

I didn’t get home until very late, so I allowed myself a little extra sleep in the morning, but my workday began long before the doors opened and so by ten o’clock, I was at my desk and reviewing the reports from the night before. We hadn’t expected to make a profit since we had the buffet and other freebies for the guests, but to my pleasure we didn’t lose any money at least.

And I had some instructions for the bartenders and servers, and a camera on the bar area when Samuel passed the instructions along. They weren’t allowed into my office and were all sworn to never go in there, or get fired. I watched Rowan while this was explained, and his expression told the story. Yeah, the omega is interested, but I will never fully trust an omega again.

Chapter Five

Rowan

The great thing about Cuffed, other than being the place I was almost guaranteed to make huge tips and actually be able to pay my rent without scrimping, was that it was within walking distance of my apartment.

I made sure to get to the club a half hour before my official start time because one of my dads had drilled into me from a young age that on time was late and early was on time. We were that family who arrived fifteen minutes before an event and read a book until it was time to go in.

“Good evening, Rowan,” Samuel greeted me at the employee door. “You showed up early. Good man. Let’s move to the table over here. I have everything you need.”

There was a bit more pep in my step tonight as I followed him.

It was definitely the clothes. Artemis said I looked like a million dollars and whistled as I turned around. He said if he wasn’t only into dominant alphas, he might make a move on his roommate.

I took it as a compliment.

“Sorry we didn’t have this ready when you were hired. There was a hangup with the tech. Here is your badge. Please wear it around your neck at all times. It will get you into the computers at the bar as well as clocking in and out and access to the employee entrance. Oh, and the employee break room and bathroom. Looks like we aren’t missing anything in your files. You’ve been given the tour, I heard?”

I nodded. Blushing already. Talon had an effect on me that never faded.

“Good. Everyone else isn’t as prompt as you, but I’m starting the daily lineup in five. Any questions or concerns before we start? About anything you heard or experienced last night in the training?”

“No. I have this, and I know how to pour drinks. I should be fine.”

I had been emailed the menu the night before and had memorized it to the best of my ability but was also told there would be a cheat sheet at the bar, especially since it was the first day for us and the club.

After Samuel gave his briefing, we learned that three employees had quit and so, while they expected a hectic night, it would be even more because of the shortage.

I couldn’t take my mind off of Talon. Waiting for him to walk in. Maybe order a drink from me. I wondered what his favorite drink would be. What he did while he was in that back office, the one we were forbidden to enter.

Gods, why was it that the words “forbidden” and “Talon” together made me even more hungry to know him?

Insane didn’t even explain how my shift was going. I kept my eyes mostly on my work but couldn’t help but notice the things happening around me.

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