Page 4 of Such a Delicious Omega

“Is there a trial membership or some way I can tour?”

He chuckled low and deep. Thunder cracked overhead as though reacting to his laugh. His skin was olive and his brown eyes bored into me. The light above his head flicked on, making him seem like some dark angel that saved morons like me from making a fool of themselves. “This is a private club. Those who want to come here buy a membership or an invited guest. Period.”

“Thanks for the information.”

I’d whirled on my heel to walk away with the little bit of dignity I had left when reality hit me. I had skydived. I had eaten blowfish in Japan. Hiked. Biked. Bungee jumped. I could ask the most handsome man that I’d ever seen in my life one question. Turning, I faced him only to find he was already looking at me. “What’s your name?”

“Samuel. What’s yours?”

“Echo.”

“That’s a nice name for a delicious omega.”

Delicious? Did this alpha just call me delicious? From any other male, that might make me get the ick and fast, but him? Yeah, he could call me delicious all he wanted.

I could do this. I could do this. I took a long inhale and steeled myself as if this were a daredevil situation instead of a simple request. “Can you bring people into the club?”

No…yes.” A slow smile grew on his lips. “I can.”

“You can. So…would you have me as your guest?”

Chapter Four

Samuel

I don’t know what I’d expected to happen once I was an owner, but certainly more of a change than had actually occurred. For the first few nights, I walked on eggshells, trying to behave in the way I believed I should. Formal, serious, distant. But, not only was it making my employees squirm, but it just wasn’t me.

A dom? Yes, I was all that, and I loved having a sub over a spanking bench while I chose what tool to make their bottom bloom rose-red, their upper thighs glow in the lights, but I also enjoyed laughing with people and making their days more pleasant. Sometimes that involved spanking. Others, though it was a special drink or a moment of conversation, and the aloofness I’d tried to don did not work with my personality. When Bronson asked me if I was okay or if the stick up my ass was making me uncomfortable, I winced but then laughed and thanked him for confirming what I already knew.

The brotherhood of the ownership in full force.

This afternoon, I’d held a meeting of the bar staff, just like I had once a week since the grand opening. They were all watching me carefully, no doubt the result of my foolishness, but once we were all seated around a few tables pulled together in the bar area with donuts and coffee, and a “normal” version of me, they visibly relaxed.

I hadn’t decided whether to comment, but I did say something to the effect of appreciating their cooperation during my transition, leading to a few smirks. I had them coming, and more. They all left to go out to dinner before opening, and were gracious enough to invite me, but that would deny them the pleasure of making fun of me, so I took a rain check andremained seated while they all headed out through the back of the building.

Every day here was a learning experience, one of the reasons I loved the dungeon. As a manager, I’d had a limited membership, a huge perk I could not have afforded on my own, and I’d taken classes in various arts like whips and hot wax and shibari from experts, but nothing reached into my soul until the one I’d never seen coming.

Spanking.

Mulling over the time that got me here—woolgathering again—I was startled by a noise at the front door. It was far too early for members. We had the occasional early evening special event or, sometimes, the little room hosted an afternoon gathering, but there was nothing on the schedule like that today. Sure it was some confused vendor, I stood and strode toward the door to send them around back to the kitchen.

I pulled it open and said, “Deliveries go to the back.”

“Oh. I’m not delivering. I’m here for…to come to the club.”

Looking at him for the first time, I caught my breath. He was an omega. And, if I wasn’t mistaken, a submissive. My wolf wanted him. Now.

But he was not someone I’d ever seen before. “I’m Samuel. We are not open this early in the evening.” I lit up a thin cigar, studying him.

“I see. Well, I suppose I’ll come back later, then.”

He was going to leave. And, I didn’t want him to. “Are you a member?”

“A member?”

“Yeah. Cuffed is a members-only club. You have to be a member or come with someone who is—as a guest. So, are you a member?” He’d have to be new if I didn’t know him.

But of course he wasn’t, and there was nothing I could do about it. Limited memberships did not allow guests. We talked afew minutes more while a storm gathered overhead and finally, he turned to leave. I couldn’t keep him longer. It wasn’t fair. So I watched him take a few steps while my wolf had a fit inside me, but then…he turned around again. Standing up as tall as possible, chin up, he asked, “What’s your name?”

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