Page 76 of His Innocent Omega
Slapping his bare ass lightly, I ordered, “Turn around.”
He did, facing the main area of the club, the long bar filled with patrons. The club had gotten busier in the last half hour, all the stools filled, as well as most of the booths on the main floor. The dance floor was still empty, as was the stage area where demonstrations were usually held.
Grasping him by his narrow hips, I backed him up until the backs of his legs hit my knees. He grasped the table in front of him to steady himself.
“Pull it towards you,” hoarsely, I gave him another order.
He did, pulling the table with him as I moved his ass closer to my hips. The table worked somewhat as a shield, which had been my intention all along. People would still be able to figure out what we were doing, but it gave us a modicum of privacy. Well, as private as one could get in the middle of a kink club.
“Scoot back and sit on my dick,” my fingers flexed on his hips, and he moaned loudly, sinking his head and arms onto the table in front of him. He took a few seconds to get his bearings, then he straightened, raising his lower half up and hovering over my cock that was standing at attention. The head angry and weeping, needing to sink into his greedy hole.
Running a hand over the red heart at the top of his ass, my finger tugged at the string caught in the crevice of his cheeks. Pulling the wet material to the side, I spread his cheeks wide. Wyatt slowly, inch by inch, sank down on my cock, his feet planted firmly on the floor, his thigh muscles straining from theeffort of the position.
“Fuuuccckkk,” the gasped word escaped me, as I sank into his slick, tight heat. It didn’t matter how many times we fucked. Every time always felt like the first time. He was always tight, and I relished the feeling of his rings of muscles opening around my wide cock, their grip squeezing me.
Wyatt panted, gasping as his body took me inside him. My hands splayed over his chest, pulling him back against me. My thumbs played with his nipples, pinching them into tight nubs. Wyatt’s head lolled in that space between my neck and shoulder, his panting loud in my ears. Kissing the side of his head, his sweaty curls tickled my cheek.
Tangling a hand in his hair, I nipped sharply at his earlobe, asking softly, “You like them watching? You like having all these eyes on you? Like having them watch me fuck you?”
Eyes closed, he arched his neck, and I sucked the taut, tender skin there into my mouth hard enough to leave a mark.
“Yes…Sir,” he gasped, moaning as my fingers went back to torturing his nipples, and my teeth scraped down his neck.
“Gonna be able to cross a few things off that list of yours tonight,” I growled.
He tried to move his hips, tried to brace himself enough to rise up and sink back down, but his legs kept floundering. Abandoning my nipple play, I grasped each side of his waist tightly and snarled, “Hold on tight.”
He did as instructed. Digging his fingers into the corded muscles of my forearms, wadding up the material of my suit jacket in his fists.
I moved him then, so very fucking slowly on my cock. Up and down, sinking into him, grinding deeply against him on every downward pull. Anyone who was paying close attention wouldprobably guess what the molasses slow up and down movement meant, but to some people it might look like I just had my submissive sitting on my lap, nothing more.
The table and cloth blocked our lower halves, and I was still almost completely dressed. The only thing out was my cock. Even Wyatt’s cock was still mostly held in by the front of the jock strap he wore.
I wasn’t done with him yet though. Oh no, I was going to make this a night he wouldn’t forget for a long time. I had promised him we were going to cross off so many things from his list tonight.
Sliding one hand across the bench seat, my fingers grasped the cool metal I had laid out next to me. Making sure to put them in the very darkest part of the booth, so that Wyatt’s keen eyes wouldn’t catch sight of them.
He was so caught up in my dick filling him up, spreading his hole wide, he didn’t even resist when I maneuvered both of his hands behind his back. He moaned at the feeling of me holding them tight in one hand, because Wyatt loved being held down.
Quickly and expertly, I slid the cool handcuffs around his wrists, snapping them shut with a sharp click.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Wyatt
The click of the cuffs, the cold metal wrapped around my wrists, should have alarmed me. Instead, it ramped up my desire, lust coursing through me like a five-alarm fire. Grayson was fulfilling so many things on my list tonight, I couldn’t even keep track of them all.
I stopped trying to mentally cross them off and just let myself feel. Let myself slip away to that special place where I didn’t have to think. Where he made all the decisions, and I gladly obeyed. Knowing the whole time that I could call a halt to it all with just one word.
That even though he was my Dom, my alpha,I was the one who was really in charge.
That was a powerful feeling and the trust I had in him made it possible for me to float. My head was mushy, my body boneless, every touch, kiss, caress heightened by a hundred.
The cuffs held my wrists snugly, but not too tightly. My shoulders pulled a bit, and I flexed, trying to adjust them.
“Lean forward, love,” Grayson rumbled in my ear, and I gushed slick at the endearment.
He had put me on display, had me crawl on all fours to him. Had me warm his cock while he had ignored me and drank his drink. He was fucking me out in the open, eyes watching us.
