CHAPTER TEN #2
Ray locked his knees to keep them from buckling, or at least bending enough to help him scoop Will over his shoulder and walk him to the bedroom. Will may have suggested they try, but Ray wasn’t about to mess it up before it could start.
All during the drive to Will’s, Ray played out different scenarios of this heart-to-heart.
As much as he wanted Will as his Omega, he wanted the best fit for both of them.
If that meant a clean break, Ray was prepared for the hurt.
Will deserved an Alpha attentive to his needs, not one who’d gaze with longing at the non-descript exterior of Velvet Sands every time he drove past.
For Will’s part, he considered the possibility of tears and anger, and laughed at himself for his arrogance.
Will could have easily accepted Ray’s solution and wished him well in finding the right mate.
Maybe concealed hurt would follow, but no matter how the evening ended Ray didn’t envision a scenario with both men happy.
Yet, Will’s request brought possibilities.
“You’re sure about this?”
“The way I see it,” Will said, edging closer into Ray’s space, “kink isn’t necessarily contained within a club. You don’t have to go to Velvet Sands every time you want to stretch your Dom muscles, right? You can play at home.”
Ray nodded. “I do. Er, I mean I have, in the past. I don’t have my own dungeon, but I make do with what I can set up at home.”
“What about here?” Will looked around his living room. “How can we set up a scene?”
The thrill of introducing his kinky side to Will rushed down Ray’s spine, enough to shift his stance.
He settled his hand on Will’s hip, as much a show of control than a way to find balance.
“We talk first, and set the rules,” he said.
“The Dom in me would love nothing better than to throw you onto your bed and have his way with you.”
Will blushed pink in the face and around his neck, near his exposed gland.
“I need to know your hard and soft limits first,” Ray continued. “How far is too far in play. What do you like? Is this something you want to do twenty-four-seven or at designated times. Also, how much control are you willing to give me with regards to other aspects of your life?”
“I don’t understand.”
Ray sniffed the air. “You’ve been eating cheese puffs,” he said. “I know that’s not your true scent, because I caught faint strawberries and cream from you when we kissed.”
“Yeah.” Will’s eyes widened when Ray hardened his stare. “I was hungry and didn’t feel like cooking.”
“Omega, you should know better.” Ray tutted. “Regardless of where you are in your heat cycle, you need a balanced diet. Actual cheese is the better snack. I hope you have some fruit and carrots and celery on hand when you want to nosh.”
Will’s silence confessed the opposite. Ray clicked his tongue again.
“That’s one thing I can help with, making sure you’re well fed and cared for,” he said. “I’ll concede to the occasional treat, but my Omega will eat healthy.”
Ray tugged Will until they stood flush against each other.
Thigh to thigh, nose to nose until Ray swiped his nose past Will’s to drop a light kiss on his forehead.
He had the whole speech stored in his mind, the explanation of power exchange and Will’s potential role in theirs.
The detection of Will’s scent coming into bloom around Ray gave him pause.
Iced strawberry cream scones, fresh from the oven and promising a burst of tartness at the first bite.
Tastier than anything The Daily Bean offered.
Ray nearly lost the plot as he closed his eyes to focus on the Omega’s scent.
Regret crept up behind him as he remembered his earlier words about separating. Why would he think of such a thing?
Will rested his face in the crook of Ray’s neck. “I don’t eat chips all the time.”
“It’s okay,” Ray whispered.
“If you’re also asking about my turn-ons and offs, that’s easy.”
Ray folded both hands at the small of Will’s back, applying light pressure to assert himself.
“I don’t want to be pissed or shit on, or choked. I’m not keen on drawing blood or being poked with needles.” Will shivered in his arms. “I looked up some extreme examples of play. Not shaming other people for liking it, but it’s not me.”
“That rules out knife play, which isn’t my thing anyway.
I agree with everything else,” Ray said.
He pulled away from Will with great reluctance, and flicked his gaze toward the other door leading out of the living room.
“If you’re serious about a trial scene, can I take you to your room and we’ll get started? ”
In lieu of a yes, Will grasped Ray’s hand and led the way. He’d accept it now, but the move enforced the importance of vocal cues. Facial expressions and movements relayed multiple desires, and an experienced Dom, Alpha or not, knew better than to guess.
Inside Will’s bedroom, the strawberry scone aroma strengthened.
Ray’s smooth stride over the threshold stuttered at first contact.
His gaze fell first to the bed, which lacked a comforter.
He pictured Will tucked between the blue top and fitted sheets, rolling his Omega scent into the fibers.
He longed to strip and dive in, and mark his territory.
Not yet, he warned the Alpha growling within him.
Standing behind Will, Ray looped his arms around Will’s middle and nuzzled his gland.
He tightened his hold when Will melted against him.
“How about this?” he asked, and turned Will to face him for a quick kiss.
“Let’s test your soft limits with a short scene.
It requires trust on your part, but I promise not to go overboard. ”
Will’s pupils were blown, and his lower lip thick and pushed out. “Okay. What’s my part?”
Another kiss, this one deeper and longer and vibrating as Ray pushed a low growl into Will’s throat.
He took the moment to rub his hands over the wings of Will’s shoulder blades and the curves of his ass in search of sensitive areas.
Will neither twitched or laughed into his mouth, suggesting he wasn’t ticklish.
Aroused, yes. Ray shifted his thigh against the small, hard bump of Will’s Omega cock.
He looked forward to finally seeing all of this sweet young man.
“We need a safe word. Say it, and play stops. I recommend for this first time we use the stoplight system.” Ray touched Will’s chin. “You know what I’m talking about?”
“Green, yellow, red. Yeah.”
“Get undressed,” he whispered in Will’s ear, “and lay on your back with your arms at your sides. Do you trust me to look around in your front closet and kitchen for tools?”
“Yes.” Uncertainty crossed Will’s features for a moment, disappearing when he pulled off his t-shirt. They locked gazes again, and Will’s face softened. “I trust you.”
The idea wasn’t to rummage or invade Will’s privacy. This exercise required a tie or scarf, anything long enough to serve as a blindfold. Ray kept his winter wearables in the front closet at home, and in checking Will’s place that was where he found a knit striped scarf suitable for this scene.
In the kitchen, he selected a dull-tined fork, a wooden stirring spoon, and an unused yellow sponge topped with a green scouring pad. A utility drawer opened at random revealed a few art brushes.
Lastly, he checked the fridge and saw a twenty-ounce sports drink. Not Ray’s first choice, but this would work for the aftercare portion of the evening and help Will stay hydrated. He cringed at the dearth of fresh produce. The sight called for a dash order later.
For now, though, Ray smiled at his bounty. This was the beauty of exploring kink, one could find all the elements at home. They didn’t need a private dungeon or a Velvet Sands membership to enjoy themselves.
He returned to the bedroom to find Will, nude and breathtaking, in bed posed as instructed.
Will fixated on the ceiling, his face a mask of quiet anticipation as Ray panned his gaze down his torso.
So beautiful. Will’s body was smooth and pale, colored only by his erect pink nipples and the triangle of reddish-blond hair covering his relaxed cock.
Ray set down the utensils on the mattress and gestured. “May I?” he asked, and Will widened the gap between his thighs. “Speak, Omega. From here on out, I have to hear you.”
“You may.”
Ray perched near Will’s legs and slid his hand under Will’s scrotum, feeling the organ spring to life at his touch.
Thick, pinkish foreskin surrounded the tip of Will’s cock, which swelled and slid forward as Ray massaged.
About two inches erect and strong with Will’s natural scent, but no less beautiful in Ray’s eyes.
“You deserve to be worshipped, laid out like this,” Ray told him, pleased with himself as Will clenched the top sheet.
“In another situation, I’d just want to spend the first hour lying between your legs licking and sucking this beautiful cock.
” He laughed at Will’s squirming reaction. “Yes, you’d love it.
“But we’re having a scene now. One part of play involves orgasm control, meaning you don’t come unless I give you permission. Would you like to try that?”
Will peered down his body at Ray, lifting his gaze. “Y-yes. Um…”
“What is it, Omega?”
“What should I call you?” Will asked. “Sir? Master?”
“I’d prefer Alpha.” Every day, forever, if Will allowed it. He rolled Will’s balls between his fingers before sliding further down to press against his hole. Mine. Every cell in his body cried out for Ray to claim him, but that was Will’s call to make when they finished.
Retracting his hand, Ray held up each utensil to show Will.
“I’ll talk you through the scene while you’re blindfolded,” he added, “and I’ll listen for your cues.
Don’t pretend to enjoy anything if you don’t, Omega.
Use the safe words. You won’t hurt my feelings if you call out ‘red.’ I need to know your limits. ”
“Okay.”