Chapter Thirteen
Shaw
I had no business moving forward with Gatlin until he knew the whole story.
Not just for my sake but for his and Sebastian’s as well.
We’d spent enough time together now that I had begun to trust him.
But did I trust him enough to tell him something that would give him a right to my son?
Our son—but he hadn’t been here since the beginning.
Or at least not after those first moments.
He couldn’t get away fast enough in the morning after getting what he wanted.
Or so I’d thought at the time. How little faith I’d had in Fate, being so willing to believe I’d been shortchanged.
when in fact nothing could be less true.
We still had a long way to go, getting to know one another, but with the air cleared on his side, how could I do less? Sebastian really liked him, and it seemed mutual.
But an evening at Cuffed was not the time for deep family reveals. I just couldn’t put it off much longer because it wasn’t fair to either of them.
Too wound up to wait in my apartment, I headed down the stairs a few minutes before he was due to arrive and, as soon as he pulled up, I darted over and climbed into the car.
“Well, hello.” He smiled, and heat rolled over me. “I would have come to your door.”
“I couldn’t wait.” Tipping my face up, I accepted his kiss, sighing when he straightened. “That was nice.”
“Nice? I can do better than that.” Gatlin cupped my chin and went in a second time then studied my face when we parted. “And?”
“I’m not sure. You’d better try one more time so I can really form an opinion.”
“If I do, we’re going to end up back in your apartment and never get to Cuffed tonight.” He put the car in gear and pulled onto the street.
“Awfully confident, aren’t you?”
“Keep up that talk and your hot little ass is going to glow brighter than the sun when we get to the club.”
“Keep that up, and you’re going to get so lucky later.” I clapped a hand over my sassy mouth when he burst into laughter.
“Omega, I’m already the luckiest alpha in the city, maybe the state. So, spanking bench good for tonight?”
He was getting right to the point. “Yes.” We had already gone over what I liked, what I didn’t, and what was a hard pass. But I had quite a list of things I did choose to participate in. “It’s a good start.”
The spanking bench was often popular with beginners, and it seemed like a good choice for us on our first evening together at the club here.
I was glib and having fun all through the drive and as I turned my phone over to the person at the front desk to be locked up.
We wandered around for a bit and talked with some of the people Gatlin knew while waiting for our turn at the bench.
As the time grew closer, my ease with the situation was tested. It wasn’t my first spanking scenario, but it had been a long time, and when Gatlin took my hand and led me into the main room, past others who were enjoying their own scenes, I felt sweat break out on my forehead.
The St. Andrew’s cross held a slender omega who shuddered under the attentions of a muscular alpha. The flogger that licked at his skin was probably not doing nearly as much to cause this as the words he murmured in the omega’s ear.
“They look like they’re having fun,” Gatlin said.
“Yes.” I hung back. “Let’s watch.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He gave a little tug on my hand to get me moving again. “Our bench is all cleaned and waiting for us.”
And looking remarkably scary.
“Oh. Of course.” I let him guide me over beside the leather-covered bench. “Do you want me naked?”
“Omega, you’re not sounding like you’re into this. We can always just get a drink and socialize. I really want you to meet my friends anyway.”
Tempting, but an image of what it would be like to be spread over that bench with him standing over me had me shaking my head. “I’m into it, but I appreciate your patience with me. Do you mind if I’m naked?”
His chuckle ran over my skin, raising goose bumps. “No, omega, but let me help you with it.”
He undressed me slowly, while I struggled not to let my knees give out under me.
“You’re doing a great job, omega. Lift your arm…
” Most alphas let omegas undress themselves on the floor, but not Gatlin, not tonight.
By the time I was nude and being strapped onto the spanking bench, we’d attracted a crowd of onlookers.
I could barely breathe.
“You doing all right, omega?” He stroked my back, palm ending on my bottom. This bench had a particular angle that had my ass high in the air, vulnerable, and exposed.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then let’s begin.”
He rubbed circles on my skin, warming and bringing it to life before the first spank landed. This alpha had a gift, knowing just how hard to smack, the sounds almost as hot as the actual sting that grew until the spanking was replaced with a flogging, my cock hard as steel underneath me.
“Omega, what do you think about finishing this up at home?” he said, finally. “I don’t mind putting on a show, but for tonight, I might want some privacy for what comes next.”
“Let’s go home. I want you all to myself,” I whispered. “No sharing.”
“Oh, I’ll never share you.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “And we can play in the club another day. For now, I want you in bed, under me, my cock buried in your ass.”
I almost came right then.