Page 23 of Such a Lovely Omega

I gave him a big kiss on the lips before starting the car. “And you remembered this time.”

“Ha ha. I always remember, I just don’t usually agree.”

With no further discussion, I drove us to the club where we entered and paused to chat at the front desk for a few minutes. West turned over his phone. Being my mate did not protect him from having to follow the rules. Rules that included restrictions on what a pregnant omega could do. So, no whip for sure. Only light impact play. But what I had in mind?

Perfectly fine.

We strolled around, seeing what was going on, but I gradually steered him toward the station I’d reserved for us. It stood open when we got there.

“Oh, no.” West’s disappointment was palpable. “Maybe someone will show up soon. I was looking forward to this.”

I bit my lip to suppress my smile. “Then you’re in for a treat.”

“There will be a demo? Or at least a scene? Did you look at the schedule?”

“There will be a demo slash scene, yes. And I didn’t have to look at the schedule to know that.” Cupping his chin, I brought his lips to mine and kissed him deeply. “Undress.”

He stumbled back. “No, you can’t mean…you don’t…that is, I can’t be naked in front of all these people. Besides, you are a whip guy and this is the shibari station.”

“I’m well aware, omega, of what this station is. I’ve been practicing here every afternoon for two weeks. Now…are you going to undress?”

“Who were you tying up?” He was jealous?

I was very glad I could reply, “I’ve been working with the dom and his omega who were kind enough to tutor me. Now…strip.”

His cheeks flamed and he planted both palms on his belly. “You don’t have enough rope for this.”

“There will be a spanking in your future, omega. I warned you not to speak that way about yourself. Now, I have plenty of rope. While you get ready, I have someone bringing a chaise lounge for you to lie on.”

“What if I say no?”

“If you don’t want to proceed at any point, use your safe word.”

He chewed on his lower lip, watching two security guys carry in the lounge. “And if I do, I won’t be in trouble?”

“No. I’ve explained how safe words work. If you use it, everything stops, and it’s all fine.”

He stiffened then relaxed, his lips curving up in a small smile. “In that case, you’ll have to help me get my shoes off.”

I’d never wanted to take pictures of anything more than my omega in the coils of rope. I’d learned how to use the ropes to enhance the beauty of his pregnant body without putting any strain on him. The omega I’d practiced on was not pregnant, but we used a pillow and a belt, and everything I’d learned carried over. My trainers were present in the watching crowd, and as I coiled the rope and tied them in what was not nearly what they were capable of, the magic of the process was deep in my soul. I’d never have tried it if not for West’s interest, but I was very glad I had.

When we finished, I sat on the edge of the chaise and drank in what the ropes only framed. And the comments of those around us were nothing but complimentary. West was deep in sub space—another reason I’d have to learn more and use this art on him often, but I would be sure to remember and repeat what those watching had said.

They were in awe of him.

As I was every day.

Chapter Nineteen

West

It was after four in the afternoon, and I hadn’t seen my mate since very early that morning. When we started dating, Alex delegated things to others or rearranged his schedule to meet mine, but for the last couple of weeks, we’d been ships passing in the harbor.

He came. I went.

I was busy. He was busy.

The only time we saw each other was at night, when we both collapsed into our bed.

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