Page 13 of Such a Tempting Omega

He nodded.

“You’re going to need to use your words,” I reminded him. “Do you promise to use your safe words?”

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I promise.”

“Then stand between the posts and we’ll get started.”

His lips moved, but no words came out, and I had to remind him again to speak.

“Yes, sir.” He positioned himself where I had indicated.

“Hold on to those handles at the top of the posts and brace your feet apart at the base.” There were various places toattach rope cunningly concealed along the length of the posts, and I used them to anchor the bindings before winding lengths around his body. Normally, I’d have had him strip first, but I was calling it as I saw it, and going slow. As I walked around the omega, adding more loops and knots in pressure points and other erotically charged places, Hirsch’s eyes remained fixed on the mirror in front of him. With the arrangement in the room, that mirror gave him the full view of himself from all sides, and his jeans were tight in the fly.

“You look nice like that, omega.” I caressed his lower belly, waiting until he thrust his hips forward to cup his bulge. “Is that all right?”

“Green,” he moaned, and I didn’t wait for more before opening his fly and drawing out his thick, hard length. “Greener.”

Technically that wasn’t the safe word, but I got the point. “Stop me anytime.” I leaned in close and spoke into his ear, telling him how sexy he looked all bound up like that, and how the mirrors enhanced his masculine beauty. “Next time, naked so I can see all of you reflected.”

“Yes, please,” he whispered as I closed my fist over his shaft and gave a firm squeeze. “Oh yes.”

He hung between the posts, bound like a spider in a web, and I rubbed my palm over his head and stroked up and down his length, careful not to block his view of the mirror until he shouted, “Liam, alpha, yes!” and emptied his balls over my fist.

Such a sweet omega.

Chapter Twelve

Hirsch

Not in a million years did I see tonight coming. Me. Coming. Tonight. Oh, boy. That was a lot.

“Can you stay here for just a minute, omega? I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, still breathless. The way he spoke to me. The mirror image of us. The dirty talk. Seeing myself in the throes of passion. The way my body reacted to being touched by him—stroked. Cared for.

I leaned back on the bed. I’d come so hard my ears rang and my sight went blurry.

Liam was one hell of an alpha.

And I was a mess. Pants down. Skin flushed. Heart still beating hard in my chest.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, coming back into the private room. A gush of cold air from the club came in, making me shiver.

I nodded again, at a loss for words. I was a bit embarrassed. This had never happened before.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I brought some wipes. They were warmed.” The alpha kneeled in front of me and wiped my legs and my stomach. Goddess, there was cum everywhere. I’d made a mess.

He helped me get my pants back up and then he pulled a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around my shoulders before pulling me onto his lap in the armchair. “You’re shivering, Hirsch.”

“I don’t know what you must be thinking,” I admitted. I’d spent years pre-empting Kyle’s actions. Trying to keep the peaceto the point where I became the manipulator, making sure he wouldn’t get upset. Or angry.

“I’m thinking you are the most lovely omega when you come. I’m thinking what a privilege it was to have this experience with you. I’m thinking I would like to do this a lot more often.”

“You’re not…you don’t think I was too much? I made a lot of noise.”

He chuckled, jostling us both. “This is a soundproof room and honestly, I was hoping that one day, I might be able to make you scream louder. Have that orgasm last a bit more. We could play with all kinds of things—see what you and I like best.”

“You and I…” I whispered, hoping that he meant what I thought he meant. We were mates. Fated.

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