Page 5 of Such a Good Omega

“I do have to look nice to get bigger tips.”

Artemis clapped. “Now we’re talking. Get your shoes on. Let’s go.”

We went to a place I’d never heard of in a strip mall about an hour from our apartment. Artemis said he knew the owner and that he would give us some good prices. We arrived at a fancy shop that sold tuxes and suits.

“This is too expensive,” I said as Arty put the car into park.

“Trust me, okay? Kenny knows what he’s doing.”

Once inside, Kenny said he had some suits and other things in the back we might be interested in. Apparently, pretty often, people ordered suits and outfits and paid but never picked them up. He came out with shirts and pants, all in black, of course, and deeply discounted because they had been left.

Kenny was a master, that much I knew. I’d never worn things that fit me the way Kenny dressed me. Each one tailored as though made for me.

By the time we were done, I had five pairs of pants and shirts plus two belts fit for kings but at discount store prices. Artemis insisted I get a pair of nice shoes along with socks because no one wanted to see a man with white socks when his black clothes were impeccable.

He wasn’t wrong.

I hung up everything in my closet after telling Arty about a hundred times how grateful I was.

Tomorrow was my first day and while I was excited to work again and feel like I was contributing to my life in a financial way, I craved seeing Talon.

Except he was my boss and I shouldn’t feel that way.

Clearly, that didn’t stop me.

That night, I tossed and turned until I couldn’t stand my bed anymore. I got up and went to my computer and fed my new hunger.

I searched for Talon Marwood in the search engine, feeling like a fool for wanting to stare at his images, even if they were nothing more than the back of his head or a blurry silhouette.

Except this time when I searched, there were no results. None. It was as though they had been wiped from the internet.

Damn it.

Good thing I would get to see him tomorrow night.

Chapter Four

Talon

Our grand opening was no more public knowledge than the small, subtle sign by the door done up in neon lights. Everything about a club like Cuffed was private. Not only the members went through background checks, but every staff member down to the busboys and the janitorial staff had to be cleared and agree to keep the members’ business private. When the mayor and half the city council arrived for the first night, they were accompanied by a politician of much greater standing.

These people did not want the voters to know what their preferences were in their private lives. And while I would find it tiresome to have to pretend to be someone other than I was, I understood that some people’s choices of career put them in the sights of those who would judge them for their lifestyle.

So, while nobody cut a ribbon in front of the building, we celebrated our first night in our own way. A live band played on the stage, we had a buffet of all kinds of appetizers and mini desserts, and drinks were discounted for those who did not require top shelf.

We did not have the stations open for play, but we did have demonstrations by some of the staff and their submissives for those who might not know exactly what to do with a given piece of equipment. I walked around, as did my business partners, greeting people and discussing the club’s hours and policies and showing off some of the private themed rooms as well. We did not have all of them fitted out yet because craftsmen were still working on some elements, but enough to create a real buzz among the membership.

We had a limited staff this evening, since only platinum members were invited, so we chose the employees who’d been hired on earlier and were already trained, but I missed seeing the omega bartender and looked forward to his first day.

Pausing by a spanking bench, I watched the dom guide his submissive into position, the angle set so his buttocks lifted high and proud. A group of members already circled the station, sharing their thoughts on the scene. The dom flicked a glance at them, and they hushed, their silence pregnant with anticipation. This particular dominant was in high demand with single submissives at the club he’d worked at before, and I felt confident the watchers knew this.

Edward rubbed the sub’s thighs, eliciting a groan before turning his attention to his bottom. “Are you in a hurry, subbie? Do you crave pain so much?”

“No.”

“Is that honest?” He drew back his palm and smacked across both cheeks, the crack drawing a soft inhale from the watchers. “And is that how you address me?”

“No, Sir. It was not honest. I do crave pain…but I was embarrassed.”

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