Page 22 of Such a Fierce Omega
Darsh
I’d thought we’d scene at the club before I mated anyone. Mainly because I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I was tied to someone who didn’t share my interests in the lifestyle, but from the moment I set eyes on Blaze, I knew we’d make it work somehow. As long as he was willing. I’d never really believed in Fate, even though I knew many happy couples and a few throuples or even larger groups. They claimed it was Fate but I just thought they’d gotten lucky.
But my disbelief was in the past. I’d met lots of good-looking omegas. Smart, funny, fond of being spanked and flogged, good company. But not one of them had made me want to make a life with them no matter what it involved. Fate had picked the perfect person for me.
So tonight, was big, but not as big as I’d have thought because Blaze was my mate period. Fate was real and kinder than I deserved. If he hated playing, we’d figure things out, but judging from the texts I got all day, not to mention our evening of exploration, I thought he’d have a good time.
We arrived at the club, parking in my spot. They’d just assigned it to me the day before, one more step toward feeling like an owner. As in, I didn’t realize how much I’d like having a place to leave my car where it would be watched over by outdoor security staff.
“You’re right by the door,” Blaze marveled. “Nice.”
“Technically, by the kitchen door,” I said, but I couldn’t keep from grinning. “Ready to go inside?”
He inhaled a deep breath then let it out. “Who will take my phone if we go in this way? Do I put it in the employee locker even though I’m a guest tonight?”
We’d come in the other way last time, so no wonder he was confused. “How about I put it in my pocket?” I wasn’t sure if that was the proper method, but I could ask forgiveness rather than permission. Since I could carry mine, I saw no harm.
“All right.” He handed it over, I grabbed my toy bag from the trunk, and we strolled inside, passing through the kitchen and other service areas, backstage as I thought of it, before reaching the main floor. “What do we do first?”
We could have a visit with my partners and their omegas in the conversation area if you like?” I suggested. “Have a drink?”
“If it’s all right, I’d like to try out what we came here for so I don’t lose my nerve.” He looked so nervous, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“Omega, we don’t have to do a thing you don’t want to do. How about we just check out the private room I told you about. I reserved it for the whole evening, and if we want we can just hang around in there and talk.”
“You’d really do that? Take me in there and do nothing?”
“Oh, Blaze, spending a whole evening talking with you will never be nothing.”
He melted into my side and sighed. “I want to go to the room, and I want to try out that
spanking bench.”
“We’ve gone over your choices, and you have your safe words.”
“Red, yellow, and green,” he said. “Can’t we do better? Like parrot, goldfinch, and cardinal?”
“Next time if you like. I don’t wat you to have to try to remember if we're in an intense moment.”
We strolled along the hallway toward the room. It was small and a bit basic, but the ones in the new building would be much more elaborate from the sketches we’d all been working on. Aprofessional would have to be hired to bring them to life, but for tonight, we’d make do.
The small space was lined with wood, rather like a man’s den, the floor smooth stone, easy to clean. The leather-upholstered bench stood in the middle of the room, an easy chair, also leather, in a corner. The only other piece of furniture was a small chest, holding floggers and various bindings, but I used my own toys.
“What do we do now?” Blaze asked. “Should I undress?”
“This is all about you and what you feel comfortable with for your first time.”
He chewed on his lip and walked around the spanking bench. “Alpha, is spanking always on the bench?”
“No, did you want something different? What were you thinking of?”
“That chair over there looks like somewhere a person might lie over another person’s lap. If they were naughty.”
“And have you…been naughty?”
He nodded. “So very naughty.”
I walked over to the chair and sat down. Spreading my thighs wide. The chair was for aftercare, but also perfect for this, intended for spanking naughty omegas when a more personal approach was desired. “Pull your pants down around your knees and lie over my lap.”
