Page 9 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

The omega gives a helpless shrug as she looks around the space. “She took off with a schoolgirl. Something about good girl spankings. I don’t really understand it. She said to only interact with people who have dark red, black, or blue bands. I promised her.”

A heavy-laden sigh flits from my lips. No doubt Kessily is deep in her scene. It wouldn’t be fair to her or Little Amelia for me to interrupt. I guess it’s up to me to keep this newbie safe. Holding out my wrist, I show her my solid black band.

“Satisfied?” The growl in my voice seems to travel over her skin, making her shiver.

“I suppose you’ll have to do.” There’s a mournful note in her voice as she looks over at the whipping scene.

Justin is wrapping up by the looks of it, and soon, he’ll be in the aftercare room with his submissive. A twinge ofjealousy trips through my heart as I watch him lean down and kiss his bound mate. If only I could be so lucky.

All around me, Alphas become paired left and right. Most of the time, it’s with people they know. It makes sense. They just fit. So far, no one has been found for me, and no one feels right.

Keeping myself distant night after night, playing with omegas but not allowing my heart or cock to get involved is starting to take its toll. But it wouldn’t be fair to them to toy with their bodies and their emotions only to have the Governing Body rip me away. The Alphas who do, in my opinion, are worse than scum.

“What does it feel like?” the omega asks next to me, interrupting my thoughts. “Does she really like it? Or is she just trying to make him happy?”

A soft smile tilts my lips as I look down at her, noting the inquisitive look in her gaze. “I mean, I could have let you walk face-first into the tail and let you see for yourself.”

The scowl she gives me makes a chuckle well up deep inside. When was the last time an omega made me laugh like this? Perhaps newbies aren’t all bad. But then, perhaps I shouldn’t allow myself to think this way.

“And here to think I was this close to asking you to fuck me.”

Those happy feelings disperse like a bit of fog disappearing into the bright sun. “And who’s to say I would have obliged you?”

“I mean…” She waves her hand around toward the others engaging in all manner of carnal display. “Isn’t that what the point is?”

In the dim lighting, I can’t tell if she’sblushing or not under her mask, but with the way she shuffles from side to side, she seems uneasy.

“No,” I grind out. “Not always. For some, yes. Sex is the end goal, but not for everyone.”

“You mean, not for you.”

Her words seem more like a statement than a question. It’s almost as if there’s a hint of accusation in her voice. But that doesn’t make sense.

“Look. I don’t know what Kessily told you would happen here, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t guarantee sex. That’s not like her.”

“Figures,” the omega mutters, kicking her toe against the floor. “She only said those things to get me to come. I would have been so much happier at home getting stuffed in a far different way.”

Without even stopping to clarify what she means, she whips her head back and forth, aggravation wafting off of her like acrid smoke pouring off a doused fire. Again, I look around for Kessily, but she’s nowhere to be found. That must mean she’s off tending to Little Amelia in the aftercare room. I can’t begrudge her, but babysitting her newb is grating on my last nerve.

As if she makes up her mind, she throws her hands in the air. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll just go find someone else. There’s got to be some other Alpha here willing to fuck me.”

Fear stabs me for a moment as I once more grab her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Though I trust most people here, I cannot in good conscience allow her to come to harm. She’s not my responsibility, but I somehow feel beholden to her.

Anger flits through my gut as I haul her closer, drinking in her intoxicating scent. “You’re being stupid and careless. You don’t know the first thing that happens here in clubs likethese. I can’t just let you wander off. Not until your handler comes back to collect you.”

Again, she wriggles out of my grasp, annoyed that I’m trying to keep her safe. “Kessily is my best friend. She’s not my handler. She only brought me here to cheer me up. To… To…” she trails off and crosses her arms, turning her head.

Unfortunately, it’s not before I see the pain shining in her depths. This omega hurts and hurts badly. It’s a dangerous combination to throw together a submissive looking to purge themselves and a Dominant who drinks in pain like a drug.

Though I can’t speak for the other Dominants here, I know my resolve. I can give this omega what she needs without losing myself completely. It’s a skill I’ve trained for out of necessity. Running my hand over my beard, I watch as she peers at the other couples.

There’s a desperation there I hadn’t felt before. Or is it that I didn’t want to feel it? With a sigh, I roll my head on my neck and groan as the bones pop. “I’ll give you what you need, little omega. But you’ll have to trust me.”

I half expect her to laugh in my face, to shove me further away as she cackles. Worse than that, she stands there, looking me up and down as if measuring me as the man I am. No, not merely a man—an Alpha. A Dominant.

Meeting her gaze, I glower down at her, silently demanding her to say what’s hovering on her tongue. I can see the words forming on her lips, but still, she remains silent. With a sigh, I shake my head.

“Kessily won’t mind if you’re a little preoccupied when she’s done. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

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