Page 11 of Such a Feisty Omega

As I drove toward Julian’s home, I took comfort from the fact that he had indicated an interest in trying out some impactplay with me, and he had spent a little time at Cuffed and seen others play. But until he had a bit of experience himself, he couldn’t know how he would react. I wanted him to have that before we proceeded any further with our relationship.

Julian was waiting outside his apartment for me, and by the time I climbed out of the truck and opened the passenger door, he was ready to climb in. I would have preferred to knock on his door and escort him to the truck, but this omega had an independence I admired, and I’d do nothing to defeat that.

I patted his hand before shutting him inside and taking my place behind the wheel. We didn’t have a long drive, but we exchanged pleasant conversation as we went. If we kept going the way we were, I’d have to introduce him to Reed, but not quite yet.

We were fairly early for the club, but I figured that way, we could spend a little time in the conversation area before things got too lively. But ,no sooner did we come in the door than I was called into the office to speak with someone about the demo. Julian came with me and waited on my office couch, and by the time I finished the call, the main floor was jumping. Figuratively and literally.

“Is that a trampoline?” Julian stopped by a new and likely setup. This station often had a real variety of things going on. Sometimes visitors from other clubs would come and show something they enjoyed. We’d had the makers of unique dungeon furniture showing off their creations with live models. All sorts of things.

“Seems like it.” I bent to read a placard on a small easel in front of the trampoline, confirming what I thought. “Seems they are going to be demonstrating some very athletic sex moves you can do on the equipment. Interesting?”

He wrinkled his nose. “Honestly, that sounds terrifying. Did you want to watch?”

I shrugged. “I’ve seen something similar before, and all I kept thinking was that I’d wrench my back and end up in traction. I think it’s best saved for gymnasts. Walking on?”

“Absolutely.”

I reached for his hand and tugged him into my side before wrapping an arm around his waist and guiding him from one station to another, explaining if he had questions and generally having the best time I’d ever had in the club because he was with me. “What do you think about the spiderweb?” I pointed to the device, currently occupied by a middle-aged omega wearing only boxer shorts. “It’s something I like using.”

We watched the dom plying a whip on the buttocks and thighs of the omega, his shorts shredding with each lick to reveal a surprisingly firm bottom considering the rest of the omega. Finally, Julian said, “Would it have to be a whip?”

“No.” I was firm on that. “Nothing has to be anything. Play is just that, a scene we agree on and we both want to do. If you’d like to try some things, can I make a suggestion?”

His gaze was still fixed on the scene. “Mm-hmm.”

“Omega, look at me.”

He jerked his head toward me, blinking fast. “Sorry, sir.”

“I reserved one of the private rooms with a few pieces of furniture in it. We can go there, and you can explore the items up close and then, if you’re comfortable, maybe try a little?”

“Okay.” He spoke so fast, I chuckled in response. “I mean, okay, sir.”

“Very eager, omega.” I gave him a squeeze. “Come with me.”

I led him out of the main area where the heavy beat of the music from the bar filtered in, punctuated by the crack of whips, slap of floggers against taut skin, cries of pain and pleasure. As soon as we stepped into the hallway at the back, we passed some of the areas like the little room and the pet play arena thenclimbed a flight of stairs to where the nicest of the private rooms lay at the very top of the building.

“This way.” I opened the last door and allowed him to go inside first.

“It’s so quiet here,” he marveled as I closed the door behind us. “You’d never know there’s a whole club down there with a live band.”

“Some of the rooms are well soundproofed. The little room, for one. They have their own soundtracks for their playful times. But we have a system in here, and we can listen to the band and the activities below or jazz or rock or lounge music, classical… Feel like music?”

“I don’t, sir.” He offered me a faint smile. “I’d rather just hear your voice.”

“Then why don’t you take your shirt off and I’ll give you a little bit of the impact play we discussed. If you’re still up for it?”

This particular room was more of a bedroom than a dungeon, and I hoped it was making him comfortable. It was nice for a beginner, I thought.

“Just my shirt?”

“Naughty omega, are you trying to tell me how to set up a scene?”

“No, because that would be bad, right, sir?”

“Not so much bad as not how things work. It’s called topping from the bottom. But before we do anything else, sit here on the edge of the bed and let’s talk about what we might do tonight and what you are willing to try or would rather wait on. At first, we’ll always do that because I need to know what your hard passes are, etc.”

He still had his shirt on, but I let that pass while I talked to him about different kinds of floggers and canes and all sorts of toys. But the only one I actually got out of the chest at the foot of the bed was a very soft-tailed flogger that was more pleasurethan pain. A first experience was critical to an omega’s life in our world. It didn’t mean there wouldn’t be pain later, but we could build up to it. Once we’d agreed on what our scene tonight would consist of and I’d ensured he knew about safe words and when to use them, I helped him out of his shirt and had him lie face-down on the bed.

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