Page 19 of The Very Merry Omega

Laughing, I repeat myself.

“Oh, I’m doing good. My mom is in dictator mode, making sure everything is ready for her big Christmas party tomorrow, but I got a chance to sneak away with my cousin Marcy and relax.”

Zach has talked a bit about how Christmas is this big formal affair at his home. I wonder what his mom would think of the hot-pink Christmas tree in my mom’s living room.

“That’s good, lamb. I’m glad you got a chance to relax.”

We chat back and forth for a few minutes, keeping the conversation casual. But, I can tell Zach is ready to switch gears. When he first called me, he was wearing a large black hoodie with some black joggers. Somewhere along the way, he lost the hoodie and shifted the phone so I could get a good view of the ever-rising bulge in his pants.

I tsk when Zach adjusts his position for the third time in two minutes. “Is my lamb having dirty thoughts?”

Zach’s hazel eyes darken and that sexy tongue of his peeks out between his teeth. He nods, clearly waiting to see how I direct the conversation. Fine by me.

Adjusting myself as well, because Zach makes me feel like a horny teenager, I start the conversation we probably should’ve had before I fucked him senseless on my desk. “I definitely want to help you indulge those thoughts, Zach, but there’s a couple of things we really need to talk about before we go any further. We can have a more in-depth conversation after the holidays, but I already took things too far with you at the party without having this conversation, and I don’t want to misstep again.”

Zach has a serious expression on his face and sits up on the bed. He’s no longer flashing his erection at me. Good, he’s taking this seriously. “I understand, Alex.”

I shudder at the polite phrasing. My mind flashes to when he called me sir in a text. I wonder if I can get him to say it to my face. Well, I guess we’ll see after this.

“Good. Thank you, Zach.” I’m sticking to his name until we get this out of the way. It keeps us on a more level playing field.

“Judging by some of the things you’ve said over the past few days, I’m guessing you already have an idea how this is going to go.” Zach nods. “And I’m sure you could tell by the night of the party, I like to be in control, especially in the bedroom. Or office, I guess.”

Zach bites his lip, his pupils dilating. He likes that. “Yeah, I kind of guessed. I-I like it too. When you take control, I mean. Not me.”

I laugh. “I figured that, lamb. Zach.” Shit. So much for no nicknames.

Zach is smiling, so I don’t think he minds much. “Is it just an informal thing for you, or are you, you know . . .”

“A Dom?” I finish for him.

He nods and looks away briefly before turning back to me. “Yeah.”

“Yes, I consider myself a Dom. I have some formal training and a club I go to semi-regularly. It’s not something I need all the time, though I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” I kind of get the feeling Zach would benefit from some structure and discipline in his life, but I won’t make that call for him.

He’s quiet, but I can tell he’s just gathering his thoughts, so I wait patiently. “You probably figured this out, but I’m submissive.” I did, but I wasn’t sure if Zach knew it or it just came naturally to him.

“I don’t have a ton of experience outside of research on the internet and porn.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ve tried a scene a handful of times with guys I met on the internet, but it never really worked out.”

I wonder about these random guys. I make a mental note that even if this doesn’t work out between us for some reason, I’ll help hook him up with a Dom I trust and who knows what he’s doing.

“That’s ok, Zach. Thanks for being honest. Is there anything you know you do like?”

Zach blushes and bites his lip.

“I, uh, well, I like to be spanked.” He can barely keep eye contact, and he’s talking so low I have to strain to hear him.

“Lamb, look at me.” I use my best Dom voice. It works because he instantly looks up.

“Good boy,” I tell him. I know I should probably keep the terminology out for now, but the way he squirms and then instantly relaxes tells me it’s a good call.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I would never judge you because of your kinks or experience or even lack of it. And . . .” I grin wickedly. “. . . I happen to love giving spankings, so it works out perfectly.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, most definitely. I love having a needy, naughty boy over my lap while I give him what he needs.” Zach’s hips jerk involuntarily and his hand trails toward his crotch.

“Hands off, lamb. No touching without permission.”

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