Page 73 of His Innocent Omega
Me:I could be persuaded. Driving now.
I wasn’t driving yet, hadn’t even pulled out of the parking lot. I needed a minute to calm down and get my dick under control. Driving with a hard on wasn’t fun.
Grayson:Be at the club in an hour. Don’t be late.
Me:Are you going to punish me if I am? An hour isn’t much time.
Grayson:One hour. You’d better notbe texting and driving right now.
I could almost hear his deep, gravelly voice in the typed words, and I grinned to myself. I loved this teasing side of him, and the easy way he brought that side of me out too. We often bantered good-naturedly back and forth, and I kind of thought of it as our love language. I knew it was a side of himself he rarely showed, and only to a select few number of special people. That I was one of them warmed my heart and made me feel extra special.
Me:I’m not. But now I really am driving.
Ending the conversation for good this time, I headed out of town to Jamie and Bash’s. After dropping Julianna off to a wildly grinning Jamie, who had assured me that Grayson had only asked them to watch her for a few hours, I pulled up to Grayson’s cabin.
Using the key he had given me, I rushed into the bedroom, stopping short when I spied the items spread out on the neatly made bed. Picking up the silky red jockstrap, I twirled it on one finger. The front was mesh, made up of barely enough material to cover my dick, held together by strings. There was a tiny red heart in the back that would sit at the top of the cleft of my ass cheeks. Next to it was a tan raincoat, the material expensive, and long enough to cover most of me.
I had never stripped so fast in my entire life, including the night we had met. I still had no idea which one of my fantasies we were going to do tonight, and I didn’t care. My throbbing dick made it nearly impossible for me to get the jockstrap on correctly. But after some maneuvering, I finally managed it. Admiring myself in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the bedroom door, I smiled at the result.
My leaking dick was already making a wet spot on the front of the mesh and the tiny square of material barely contained me. I looked down the length of my body and saw my tip just poking out of the top of the red material. Turning to see my backside, I grinned at the little red heart sitting prettily at the top of my ass. It was cheesy, yeah, but I didn’t mind. Another side of Grayson few people got to see, and I probably could do with more cheesy moments in my life.
My stomach was flat again, not as flat as before my pregnancy, but that was because I was at a healthy weight for once. My ass was still as high and firm as it had ever been, with just the perfect amount of jiggle to the pale globes.
Done admiring myself in the mirror, and aware that my time was ticking away quickly, I shrugged into the coat. It was too big in the shoulders and waist, but as I cinched it tightly, Grayson’s scent wafted from it. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, his spicy scent making my nipples pebble against the silky lining of the coat.
The jock string that ran between my cheeks was already soaked with slick and I couldn’t wait to get to the club.
A half hour later, my legs were trembling as I showed my I.D. to the massive alpha standing guard at the ornate dark door at the entrance to Sinful Playgrounds. He hadn’t said anything as he scanned my name, just gave me a two fingered salute while pulling the door open for me.
I stepped into a small room that held a reception desk, with a tall shelf of cubicles behind the workspace and computer system. It was windowless and the first stop of anyone entering any further into a place they didn’t belong and hadn’t been vetted to be in. The beta standing at the front desk in the small reception area was a little more talkative than the alpha at the door, asshe checked my I.D. again, and had me place my cell phone and keys in a plastic bin. Club policy, she had explained with a warm smile. No cell phones were allowed on the club floor.
She had me sign some general release forms, making sure I understood that I was there on a day pass at the request of a member, and what the general safe word was for all participants of the club. She quickly explained that the DM’s were trained to listen for that one word and would quickly come to anyone’s aid who had used it. After I had repeated the safe word–accountant–several times back to her, she had seemed satisfied that I would remember it if needed.
I hadn’t realized Grayson had an actual membership to the club. For some reason I had just assumed that because of their friendship Jamie gave him special privileges to come and go as he pleased. We might need to put Grayson’s membership to better use than him just grabbing a drink and never playing after tonight. My body hummed with excitement for what was about to happen, my mind whirling in anticipation.
“Mr. Beckett has requested you leave your coat here,” she held out her hand in a gesture for me to hand over the cover, and my fingers tightened on the tie of the coat. I had no idea what might be waiting for me on the other side of the lock coded door.
The thought of what I was wearing underneath the coat–or not wearing–and the unknown of what waited for me when I was allowed beyond that door filled me with anticipation and trepidation. But Grayson had picked this outfit, he knew how I was dressed. More than that, he knew all my secret desires that I had written on that piece of paper. I trusted him.
Right now, in this building, he was my Dom and I was his sub.
Sliding the coat off my shoulders, I handed it to her, standing tall and proud in my near nakedness. It wasn’t like the silky meshand thin strings were hiding anything. Holding my head up, I stared straight ahead at the black door and what waited for me beyond it.
She returned from putting my coat away, my mind all over the place while I waited for her to unlock the door. Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady the nerves threatening to overwhelm me and let myself drift into the mindset of knowing pure desire and ecstasy was waiting for me on the other side.
Beyond that door Grayson waited. My Grayson. My Dom. My alpha.
Our mate, my giraffe helpfully supplied, before skittering away. They always made themselves disappear during any sexy times, thank the Goddess.
“I’ll just put these on your wrists,” the beta’s soft voice nudged me out of the head space I had drifted into, and I blinked blearily at her. She slid several plastic, stretchy bands over my thin wrists and I stared down at them, before giving her a questioning look.
“These are so the others in the club can identify what you are here for,” she explained with a warm smile, “Mr. Beckett picked them out for you.”
I had read of such things, of course, but seeing the bracelets encircling my wrist made me feel warm with the knowledge that my Dom had been thoughtful enough to do the thinking for me of picking what colors I should wear. Because there was no way I would have been able to make my brain work enough to sort it out right now. I was already drifting a bit in that lovely floaty place, and I didn’t want to have to leave it to actually think.
“The red one tells everyone that you are not available. No touching, don’t approach you.”
My lips curved at the feeling of ownership that bracelet brought with it. Grayson was claiming me for the entire club tosee. A way to mark me since I didn’t carry his claim bite yet.
