Page 4 of His Gift
“The bidding itself is all for show,” Hamish went on. “Everything is prearranged, but the fantasy of helplessness and power is still there.”
“I see,” I said. I sort of saw. I guess that appealed to some people. The alpha in me wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of power over an omega, but those were ancient instincts I tried to suppress as much as possible.
“Why don’t you participate in the upcoming auction,” Caden said, his face brightening, like he thought it was a brilliant idea. “We’ll even waive the entry fee.”
“Think of it as our Christmas gift to you,” Hamish added.
“Well….” I shouldn’t consider it. Sex with strangers, particularly kinky sex, was wrong…wasn’t it? I couldn’t pretend to purchase an omega at an auction and then treat them like…like I owned them. “What would it involve?” I asked.
Caden and Hamish exchanged a smile. They knew they’d won me over.
“The experience can be whatever you and your play partner agree to,” Hamish said. “We’ve got some seriously hard players in the club, but there are a lot of lighter players who just like hooking up with a little role play involved, all in a safe environment.”
“You might be a soft Dom,” Caden said.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Just that you like to be in charge and dominant in sex, but you aren’t into impact play or bondage or humiliation or things like that. That’s a huge generalization, but still.”
“Although you can be into things like that and still be a soft Dom,” Hamish said. “I know one guy who’s into praise kink, but he’s a crack hand with a paddle so his play partners earn it.”
I wanted to say that everything they were talking about went way over my head. It kind of did. But the image of spanking a naked omega in heat as he draped over my knees and thenkissing and cuddling him before taking his heat popped into my head and wouldn’t leave.
“And if I did agree to partake in this omega auction?” I asked, cleared my throat, then went on. “Would you make sure I ended up with a…a partner who didn’t want more from me than I could give?”
“Absolutely,” Caden said. “That’s the entire point of the matching process.”
“Come on,” Hamish added with a teasing grin. “I can see you want to give it a try. Do it just this once and I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”
I don’t know what possessed me, but before I could change my mind I blurted. “Okay. I guess I’ll give it a try.”
“Perfect,” Caden said, clapping his hands together.
We finished up with our business, I wrote one check and promised to write more for the rehab center as needed, and then they had me fill out a frankly embarrassing questionnaire about my sexual preferences and what I was looking for in an omega play partner. It was so open and pulled no punches, and by the time I walked out of the office, I felt exposed and vulnerable.
“I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” I muttered as I stepped out of the parking lot.
I nearly ran headlong into a slim, young omega with dark, curly hair and big, sad, blue eyes. He was dressed in cheap trousers and a polo shirt with a small stain on one side.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, terror in his eyes as he looked up at me. “I just…I forgot…I….”
The poor young man was obviously homeless or down on his luck. He either hadn’t bathed or washed his clothes in a while. His scent was strong, though not entirely awful. It was like the vanilla perfume all of the beta girls I’d gone to school with years ago had been so crazy about.
“Easy there,” I said, stepping aside so the omega could pass me to get into the office.
He gave me a timid half smile then zipped inside. I let the door shut behind him as I walked on.
It wasn’t until I got to my car that I realized I had a dopey half-smile on my face, or that I was half-hard. The strange arousal wiped the smile off my face, and I cleared my throat as I slipped into my car and turned on the engine. Maybe Caden and Hamish were right. Maybe I did need to blow off some steam with a nameless omega. My life certainly was tense lately. And if a random, scruffy omega in a parking lot could turn me on for no reason, I definitely needed to break the dry spell I found myself in.
I shook my head as I pulled out of the parking lot to head back to Barrington. Who would have thought that Shawn Wythe, golden alpha boy, might be kinky?
CHAPTER TWO
Enzo
God, it was so embarrassing to come face to face with such a hot, obviously rich alpha like the one who stepped out of the Dark Fantasies Club office right when I was headed back in. It was even worse that I didn’t manage to form the words “excuse me” or “thank you” or “God, you smell so good”.
And he did smell amazing. Like fresh rain on a marble balcony overlooking Lake Cuomo, or something equally expensive and out of my reach.
