Chapter Thirteen
Oren
I’d gotten a better look at his face that first coffee “date” than he probably knew.
It didn’t repulse me, only made me wish he hadn’t suffered like that.
And want to find whoever caused it and destroy them.
The more my wolf suggested it, the better it sounded.
Since I knew virtually nothing about the cause, I wasn’t sure why I was so positive it was someone else’s fault.
Maybe instinct? My wolf’s confidence in the fact?
But I hadn’t been horrified or thought he was a monster.
Everything about this male touched my heart.
He’d obviously looked different once, and the undamaged parts of his face gave hints of his former appearance.
That had no effect on my opinion of his looks now.
Only that I didn’t want him to have been harmed at all.
As he showed me the rest of the scarring, my soul ached. So much undesired pain. Some spots looked like the skin had melted. I wanted to spend the rest of my life kissing it better. Meeting his every need.
“I reserved the spanking bench,” I told him as we handed over our phones to a young male submissive manning the front desk.
I understood they got a discount on their memberships by volunteering, a positive thing for people who might just be starting in their careers. “But if you’ve changed your mind?”
“No.” He blinked rapidly behind the mask he still wore.
He was not ready to expose himself to everyone at the club, and he didn’t need to tell me that.
It was up to him, although I’d prefer to see his face.
In the past, Noble had even scened with a shirt on, allowing the alpha in question only to push it up but never remove it.
On his belly with his shoulders hidden, nobody would see anything but the moon and a little more on his neck. “I want you to spank me.”
My cock jerked in my pants. “Keep talking like that and I may embarrass us both, omega.”
“What?” Then he tipped his head forward and sucked in a breath. “Oh. I see what you mean.”
“Omega, you are too sexy for your own good. I might have to spank that out of you.”
He moaned softly, and I laughed. “We are two peas in a pod. We probably could have a beverage if you want before…”
He shook his head. “I had a water in the car, remember? Not thirsty.” And we’d agreed no alcohol before our first scene. I wanted my senses sharp. Having him tell me what he liked, giving me limits, hard and soft, was not the same as assessing his reaction under the hard edge of my palm.
“Then let’s go play.” The bench was waiting for us, a small Reserved sign perched on its camel-colored leather upholstery.
Everything here was of the best quality, up to and including the dungeon furnishings.
I’d booked the earliest time for the station to minimize the crowd factor.
And the first thing to do was to help him out of his shoes and socks then jeans.
He had no trouble going bottomless, but the jury was still out on the shirt situation.
“Okay, omega. Shirt or no shirt?” He swallowed hard then held his arms above his head. “Just be careful…”
“You are being very brave tonight, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
“What?” Despite the intensity of the moment, he laughed. “Alpha, you kill me. How old are you?”
“I know. I spent a lot of time with my grandfather, so sometimes these expressions pop out.” While I spoke, I was working his shirt over his head, holding the neckline away from the mask to avoid accidentally dislodging his mask.
It fit well, but a mistake like that could ruin our evening.
“There you go. Lie down. You sure you don’t want me to bind you? ”
“No. Not this time, anyway. It’s more intense if I have to hold still of my own volition.”
“All right.” I helped him up on the bench and onto his belly, not failing to note his hard cock. Like a weather vane, it was showing me which way the wind blew. Might be a better safe sign than words. “Comfortable?”
“More or less.” He reached up for the handle on the end of the bench and held on. “I can’t remember being this excited about someone spanking me before.”
“Good.” I didn’t mind his past, but I did want to be his best. And, of course, last. He didn’t like threesomes—I hadn’t really gotten much out of the few I’d done either—so my mate and I would have to be all of everything for each other.
If he also got the message about being mates.
With his knees tucked under him, bottom jutting into the air, I studied the blank canvas in front of me. Pale, smooth cheeks ready for their spanking.
First, I rubbed them, warming them and telling him about what I planned to do. His knuckles whitened, his grip on the handles tightening. “You’re so ready for me. If we were at home, I’d—”
“You’d what, alpha?”
“I’d be begging your permission to finish off the spanking with a good fucking. Letting my fingers trail between his cheeks, I chuckled. “And I think you might say yes.”
His moan encouraged me to begin. Plunging my cock in to his tight, waiting hole would have to be another time. Not that sex didn’t happen here, just that it wasn’t what we’d agreed to for this scene. And I hoped our first time for that activity would be private.
Instead, I began a steady series of soft slaps, building in intensity, his skin going pink then rosy, then a vivid red while he tried his best to remain still, with some success.
When his breathing was ragged, I moved to the end of the bench and loosened his fingers, smoothing them across my hot palms. “Omega, will you turn over?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I want to but…”
“Then do. You’ve been so brave so far, let’s try a little more. We can always stop if you don’t like it.”
“Yes, alpha.” Noble allowed me to help him turn over, his cock at full alert, making my mouth water. “Are there a lot of people watching?”
“No, it’s still early, so not a lot…” I leaned close to his masked face. “Omega, open those beautiful eyes. Have you had them closed the whole time?”
He nodded, but obeyed.
“There you go. I wish I could suck you off right now.”
He shivered from the top of his head to his toes. “Wh-why can’t you?”
“It’s not in the plan we made, and a good alpha never changes that in the heat of passion.”
“Then spank my cock, please.”
“Would that get you off?” I was teasing now. He was so turned on, one more naughty word or a stroke of my finger probably would.
“Try it and find out.”
I did…and a steady series of soft spanks had this sweet omega using language a sailor would envy before he threw his head back and came in my fist, cum dribbling down onto his groin.
“Come on, omega,” I told him when his breathing eased. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“And the station. Oh my goddess, what a mess.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
Settling him into a handy aftercare seat, I returned and sprayed the bench with disinfectant, wiped it down, and then returned to cradle my omega in my lap, offering him sips of water from a straw and soft caresses. I wiped him clean as well with the soft moist wipes provided for the purpose.
He lay across my lap, boneless through it all, but then jerked upright. “Oh, alpha, you didn’t get anything out of it.”
I eased him back into my embrace. “You know better than that, omega. Your pleasure is mine, and also, turning your fanny crimson, well, it was my pleasure.”
On the way out, I was called in to sign the documents and was handed my phone, my privilege to carry with me in the club. A symbol of trust. “I’m now an owner, omega mine. What do you think?”
“I think you made a good decision. I love this place.” He giggled. “Now more than ever.”