Page 13 of Such a Sweet Omega

I had just set up my station when I sensed him. Somewhere in the crowd pressing in around me, my omega. The omega, rather. He was here somewhere. My wolf rumbled in my chest, demanding we find him immediately and haul him off to our den.Mate. Mark. Mine.

My head swiveled, eyes searching for the source of the scent making my nostrils twitch. Where? I straightened up and even rose a bit off my heels, but wherever he was, there were too many people around. Which set my wolf off even more—he did not like our omega surrounded by potential enemies—his word, not mine—when we were not in direct line of sight or, even better, touching him.

Then, a couple of people moved aside, and there he was. Making no effort to move forward or catch my attention. But he had not only come to the club but also found his way to my demo. Which had not quite begun, and suddenly my idea of allowing everyone to experience the wand faded into the background.

Did he—would he like to try out electrical play? Only one way I could think of to find out without putting him in the spotlight if he didn’t want it.

So, I launched into my opening spiel, giving the basics of how the wand worked, the various types, and something about the attachments.

“There are both erotic and health applications of this device going back a century or more. I could go on for hours about how it can be used by a healer in his medical practice, but I have a feeling most of you would rather read up on that in your owntime. Am I correct in your preference to hear about the erotic aspects of my favorite toys?”

The spatter of applause and laughter confirmed what I’d already known to be true.

“Well, then, I guess we’d better get started. But I can’t do this alone.”

The laughter stilled, and heat darkened more than one pair of eyes. I had done this demo or a version of it with many of the omegas in the group, and there were some passionate adherents as well as others who would probably love to have the electricity nibble at their nerve endings. But tonight, if he was willing, I would only play with one particular omega tonight—if he was willing. But with a gathering ready to observe, there must be an element of showmanship. If I could, I’d grab his hand and drag him off somewhere private. I had a bit of exhibitionist in me, but the first time scening with my omega? No. Not my omega. This omega.

“Any volunteers?”

Hands shot up, more than a dozen, all around Beale, who seemed locked in a dream, his gaze fixed on me but arm relentlessly at his side. If he did not volunteer, I would have to go back to my original idea, hoping that after he saw a few others participate, he would be emboldened to give it a shot.

He might not like electrical play; it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. And that was not a deal-breaker for me. Sure, it was my favorite toy, but I also enjoyed other kinks. I knew he wasn’t into knives, fortunately, because it was not ever going to be my thing. If he liked fire, I’d do some more work with Talon and up my skills. Spanking, I enjoyed. Wax…there were so many kinks, and I was very interested in learning which he might like. The fact he’d been here before, more than a few times according to some of my employees, meant he must have something he wanted or needed from kink.

Chancing it all, I took the steps, one, two, three, to arrive in front of him and held out my hand. “How about you?”

“He didn’t have his hand up,” another omega, who was a big fan of the wand, protested. “Why him?”

I pivoted to take in the argumentative one and fixed them with a narrow-eyed stare. He melted back into the crowd, leaving me to return my attention to Beale. My hand was still extended. “Omega? Are you interested?”

“Yes…sir,” he whispered, his voice so low even my shifter hearing barely managed to catch it. “Please.”

He laid his hand in mine and I closed my fingers over it, the connection sending more electricity up my arm than any wand ever could. “All right, then.” I led him to the chair in the middle of the station, right under the light from high above. Leaning close, I whispered, “For this evening, we will use the red, yellow, green safe words.” The club used the standard definitions of go, slow down, and stop, and anyone who participated in any scene should know that.

He nodded. “I understand.”

“This is just a demo, so I won’t be doing anything crazy. Have you ever done a wand scene before?”

“No, sir,” he murmured. “But I’ve wanted to.”

“Then this is both of our lucky days.” I released his hand and stepped back. “I will ask for quiet during this demonstration, so everyone can hear.” There was music, of course. Always. But our DJ kept it low enough for the real business of Cuffed to be heard. Cries of pain and ecstasy, the crack of the whip, slap of a hard palm on a vulnerable bare bottom, and, of course, the crackle and snap of electricity were our real sound tracks. “Would you mind taking off your shirt, omega?”

I spoke more than I actually used the devices, sensing nerves from the omega, and wanting our first real intimacy to be just the two of us. But even the glass tip lightly run up his arm hadhim shivering, his nipples hard pebbles and a bulge straining his zipper. Oh yeah. We were going to have a good time getting to know one another.

While speaking to the watchers, I also whispered low in the omega’s ear. Words of praise, telling him how sweet he was, how responsive, and how hard he made me.

Finally, I clicked the light off and our area was shadowy enough for the trails of sparks over the omega’s skin to create a display drawingoohsandaahs.

“So, that’s how the violet wand works, or at least a beginner’s class. I hope you’ve all learned something and enjoyed yourselves.”

I certainly had.

Chapter Twelve

Beale

My skin, no, my entire body, still buzzed from the experience with Jabez.

His patience. The slow torture. The zips and buzzes of the electricity along the surface of my skin still resounded through my veins, reminding me of what we’d done.

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