Page 9 of Such a Shy Omega

“Yes, Sir.” His freckles blazed atop his red cheeks. “I need everything you can give me.”

Because we had long ago worked out what was acceptable, what he loved, tolerated, and hated, we didn’t need a lot of conversation. He wasn’t single, but his alpha did not indulge or mind that he did, so our time together was no strings and generally satisfactory for everyone involved.

I had also heard rumors that his alpha was turned on by his little ruby-assed omega telling him about his spanking time. Whatever worked for them! I was nobody to judge.

“Undress.” Sometimes an alpha would do that for the omega, but Petey loved stripping in front of people, and I let him go to it. Once he was fully naked, I said, “Turn around.”

He did, limbs already trembling. “Yes, Sir.”

“And bend over so I can get a look at that white ass and see what work is ahead of me tonight.” I placed the flat of my hand on his back and helped him then tsked. “Not a handprint, a welt, or even a yellowing bruise on your butt. Looks like you are past due for some discipline.”

His trembling grew strong enough, I eased him onto the spanking bench and opened the low cabinet underneath to find some soft ropes. “I’m going to tie you for your safety.”

“Yes, S-Sir.” His breathing was harsh, but as I wound the cords around his limbs, securing him to handles on the bench for the purpose, it eased. As did his shaking. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’ve got you, omega. Relax. I’ll make it all better.”

“Yesss…”

One of the things to know about this omega in particular, was he slipped into sub space quickly sometimes. It guided me in what to do next. In meeting his needs. I hadn’t brought my own toy bag because I was fairly sure it would just be a visit rather than a scening night, but the club kept a small collection of floggers and such in the drawers as well. They were carefully sanitized after each use. My preference would have been to just use my hand when I didn’t have my own toys, but he’d made his needs known.

Stroking over the smooth skin on his back, I started with a light massage from head to heels, avoiding his buttocks for now, but relaxing him. As a true ginger, his skin was pale, almost glowing in the light focused on this station, and his muscles eased under my fingertips and the heels of my hands until I judged he had loosened up enough to focus on his rounded buttocks. Usually, he had lingering marks from previous spankings, as I’d made reference to. A very needy omega indeed, and if it had been long enough for them to fade totally away, he must be hurting.

His buttocks were still tight, and I massaged them, digging deep into the muscles with my fingertips. “Relax, omega. I can’t spank you until you do, or you might be harmed.” Hurt…yes. It was what he wanted, needed. But harmed? Never on my watch. “Better, better.” Speaking in a singsong, low and rhythmic, I tried to get him where I needed him, but when nothing changed, I finally bent down and sank my teeth into his white flesh, not breaking the skin—but it would be an interesting mark to tell his alpha about.

He jumped, yelped, and then relaxed into the leather-covered bench, laughing a little. “Point taken, Sir.”

“I should hope so.” Light patting made way for stronger swats and spanks, the slap of my hands on his skin loud at leastto my ears. When handprints crisscrossed both his buttocks, bright pink, I switched to a paddle with the dull thud that just seemed to do it for many omegas, and then to a flogger. The only bruise he’d get from me tonight was the bite print, but resting a hand on his cherry-red butt cheek, heat almost burned my palm.

“Petey, I need to get you off the bench so the next people can come in, all right?”

He nodded, head lolling with the effort, and I untied him and eased him to his feet. A DM stepped in to help me guide him over to a big armchair along one wall where I could do aftercare. He wasn’t going to be ready to drive home anytime soon, but I did manage to learn from him that his alpha was picking him up, so that was all right.

Finally, sitting upright on his own, in another chair, sipping water, he shifted from side to side. “That’s gonna leave a mark.”

“Right.” As I intended, as he and his alpha wished. “I have an early morning, but I’d like to get some salve on you first.” I patted my knees. “Climb on.”

“That’s what my alpha will be saying later,” he joked, getting into position. “Wow, that was really something. I’ve missed what you can do for me.”

“I am sure the other alphas were great. Who stood you up?”

He mentioned a name I’d never heard before, shrugging. “He asked me the other night to set up a scene, but I guess he changed his mind.”

“More the fool he.” I took one of the single-use salve tubes and twisted the top off. Rubbing it into his hot welted skin, I paused to trace the teeth marks. “I guess there would be no doubt who did this if the police investigated.”

He pushed his bottom up, a sexy move if I’d been looking for that. But it just made it more convenient for me to treat his skin so he’d heal well and could sit without too much discomfort for the next few days. “Yeah, like I’d ask them to.”

I helped him to his feet and offered to walk him out to his alpha, but he declined. His alpha might want to hear about the evening, but maybe he didn’t want to meet the guys who made the marks. Still, I went with him as far as the door to make sure he didn’t get bumped in the crowd or anything. Then I went back to the conversation area and said good night to everyone, promised to come back soon, and headed to my car. As I exited, I saw Petey being helped into a sports car by an impressive alpha. Lots of muscles, tall, broad shouldered. But so not into spanking, he was willing to let his omega meet his needs elsewhere.

I could never do that. A mate of mine would never have to leave my side for his needs or desires. If it wasn’t something I was normally into, I’d learn to be. There were a few things I’d find really difficult, but I’d have to trust Fate not to give me someone who wanted to do them. If I even had a mate.

Which threw my thoughts back to the omega outside the club. I’d only had a few seconds to take him in, but my wolf was in an uproar, and I wasn’t far behind.

The next morning, I arrived at work to find that my three partners were close to closing a deal to take our manufacturing offshore without my input. I was even tenser than before the spanking. What did they plan to do about all our staff? The buildings we’d outfitted. Our plan to pay well and insure at no cost?

I had to get out of here before I lost my soul like the rest of them.

Chapter Nine

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