Page 12 of Such a Tempting Omega

I hadn’t been in any of these spaces, at Cuffed at least, although I’d been told they were all a little different from one another. This one had a bed of sorts, an easy chair, a cabinet, a pair of padded posts, spanking bench, and mirrors. So many mirrors. I was about to say we would see if there was another room available, thinking the omega was the shy type and wouldn’t want to have all these reflections everywhere, when I realized I was wrong. Hirsch was staring, fascinated at the mirrors.

Naughty little omega liked to watch.

The idea made me hard. Determined to give him a good show to capture his attention.

If he wanted to play…

I sat in the big chair and gave him a minute or two to explore, wanting him to be the one to broach the subject of play, or not.

Finally, he paused in front of the cabinet. “What do you think is in there?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I couldn’t say. Why don’t you open it and satisfy both of our curiosity.”

His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t move. “Is that all right? I can do that?”

“Of course. How else are we going to find out if there’s anything in there that interests us?” And what kind of an alpha had made him afraid to peek in a cupboard?

Now he glanced over his shoulder. “Okay.” His little grin tempted me to reach out and bring him into my lap, forget about what was in any old cabinet, and kiss him senseless. But this wasn’t about me. He twisted the knob and opened the door of the tall, antique-looking cabinet. Now that I could see inside, I realized it was more of a wardrobe. “There are clothes in the top part, hanging up.”

“So there are.” More like role-playing costumes. “And the drawers below?”

He opened one and froze. “Ummm…”

“Show me, omega.”

Hirsch held up a package holding a brand-new—thank heavens—butt plug. “It’s full of these.”

“I see. What else do we have?”

One drawer after another revealed various sorts of pretty mainstream sex toys, but the bottom, a low, wide drawer, had coils of rope and other types of bindings. He held up a coil of jute. “Do you…that is, would you…” His face was so red, I had to rescue him from his embarrassment.

“Omega, do you think you’d enjoy trying that out?”

He nodded, looking at the floor again. We needed to work on that.

“I like the idea, too, but you need to use your words and tell me what you like, or how will I ever be able to make you scream out my name in pleasure?”

He lifted his gaze and met mine, eyes about as wide as they could go. “You…I…what?”

“Isn’t that the idea? How about I make a suggestion, and you can guide me from there?”

Hirsch agreed to my idea, and I took the rope from his hands, setting it aside.

“Let’s keep things basic and easy. Do you have a safe word you like to use?”

“My ex didn’t believe in them.”

Rage simmered in me. No safe words? How had he gotten that past the dungeon monitors? Hirsch must never have tried to stop him. Because he thought it wouldn’t work? I shoved the anger down as deep as I could, wanting to use only positive emotions in our first time playing together. “How about we use red, yellow, and green, for tonight? You can think of something you like better later on. You know how those work, right?”

“Green is everything is fine, yellow, slow down, and red…”

“You say red, everything stops. And I will not be angry or hold it against you. I need your honesty, omega.”

He chewed on his lip, considering, then finally said, “Agreed. I know Kyle was the exception, but he said in a relationship like ours, there was no need for safe words.”

I would be having a word with Andreas about that.

“There is always a need for safe words. Remember that. Part of the trust is knowing you can communicate with your alpha whether it’s to say you want more of that or less…or none. Okay?”

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