6. Promises
PROMISES
Tino applied shimmery balm to his lips and ran his hands through the blond curls on his head.
They fell back into place in an effortless tangle.
He turned to check his ass in the mirror.
Oswald would love those white lace panties.
Tino imagined his alpha taking them off with his teeth as he patted the curve of his ass cheek.
He’d been sunbathing in the nude on the terrace of their hotel suite almost every day since they’d arrived in France. He’d acquired a light tan.
He could easily adjust his tan—go pale or enhance it—by shifting forms. Yet Tino had decided to stay in this body for the duration of their trip.
It matched his new travel documents as a twenty-year-old omega student, which was practical.
But if he were honest with himself, he preferred this form simply because it was how he’d first met Oswald.
It was nearly one hundred degrees outside, and Tino paired his tight cream shorts with a white silk shirt that flowed around his torso, cooling his skin. He left the top three buttons open, revealing his chest.
Oswald had finished his last meeting today and was waiting for him in the hotel lobby.
Tino hurried to him, excitement making his smile widen.
His alpha stood, slipped his phone into his pocket, and opened his arms to Tino.
He pressed a tender kiss to Tino’s temple, and Tino’s eyes fluttered shut from the simple touch.
He felt the gazes of other hotel guests on them, and he took in the envy coming from some of the older alphas and even a few omegas.
Oswald and Tino looked outrageous together: a wealthy, older man and his beautiful, much younger lover.
Tino liked playing it up. He took Oswald’s hand into both of his and pressed a long, lingering kiss to it before batting his eyelashes up at his alpha.
“Did you have a good day?”
“It was tedious. Meeting after meeting. But I believe this evening is going to turn out wonderful.”
Tino beamed up at him.
“You look stunning, my little demon,” Oswald told him.
He put one arm around Tino and led him out of the hotel lobby. He patted Tino’s ass as they were passing through the door, and Tino smirked. He liked traveling with Oswald, spending all this time together, being seen together… Like a real couple.
The conference had ended, and most of the delegates had already left for the airport.
Oswald had booked the hotel for two more nights, though.
The coastal town catered to the rich—both the famous and the inconspicuous—which provided an interesting nightlife.
Then they were headed to Italy. They would stay in Europe for one more week of leisure, and Tino didn’t miss the significance of Oswald carving out so much time in his busy schedule for Tino.
They had drinks at an upscale bar by the beach, where Tino remained glued to Oswald’s side, petting his chest and gazing up at him adoringly.
The other patrons radiated lust and jealousy as they watched the beautiful young omega dote on his alpha, and Tino soaked up those emotions like a sponge.
In terms of food, they were new and exciting tastes. A tantalizing appetizer.
The next stop was a jewelry store. Tino hadn’t expected that.
He clung to Oswald’s arm as Oswald scanned shiny trinket after shiny trinket.
“This one,” he suddenly said, pointing at an image of a choker displayed behind the counter.
The clerk had to go to the back and unlock the vault to retrieve the jewel. The delicate band was made of white gold and dotted with blue gemstones. Oswald put it carefully around Tino’s neck and appraised him.
“Breathtaking,” he said and handed the clerk his credit card.
The cold metal warmed quickly on Tino’s skin. It sat tight around his throat, making itself known whenever he turned his head or swallowed.
As Oswald led him from the jewelry store to a sex club, Tino let his fantasies bloom. The gold choker was like a collar, and as his master’s darling pet, he’d be at his most obedient tonight.
At sex clubs back home, Tino would be in one of his many more mature forms, and Oswald would wear a mask.
He’d bring Tino cuffed and chained. He would help Tino into a swing or onto a bench, secure him in place, and supervise interactions with other patrons.
He’d tell the alphas how his pet liked it and watch Tino feed.
Once, there was a tally chart on Tino’s ass cheek, accounting for the cum loads. That had been fun.
Except this club was nothing like the establishments they’d visited so far.
The atmosphere felt distinctly erotic, yet in an elegant, understated way.
There were no chains, benches, or sex swings.
A pretty server in tight shorts and high heels led them to an upholstered booth and took their order.
The booths were all crescent shaped and angled toward the center of the room, while the tables were tiny and slightly set to the side, so every patron had a clear view of the others even in the dim lighting.
The air smelled of omega slick, underscored by alpha sweat and traces of cum.
Tino looked around, and a slow smile spread on his face.
There were mostly couples, but a few triads as well.
Directly opposite them sat an alpha in his forties, powerfully built, with a firm, round belly and thick thighs.
His rugged face was covered with short stubble, and he had sharp dark eyes.
Tino liked how the alpha looked him up and down.
Two omegas flanked the man, younger than the alpha but not by much.
They were exceedingly pretty, one dark skinned with jet-black hair, and the other pale with russet curls and large green eyes.
Both wore barely there shorts and tight corsets, their pecs pushed up, perky nipples showing.
The alpha’s fly was open, and his sizable erection stuck up right there in the open.
One of the omegas stroked it, and the other rolled the full balls in his hand.
A server placed three drinks on the side table next to them and left as if nothing extraordinary was happening.
The alpha met Tino’s eyes and licked his lips.
Another couple was making out heavily in the booth next to them.
The omega had his eyes on the neighboring triad, mostly on the alpha’s exposed dick, while his own partner kissed his neck and burrowed a hand in the back of his pants, possibly fingering him.
Tino noticed with a smile that the omega was at least a decade older than the alpha.
The curve of his belly suggested he might be pregnant.
Only one of the dozen or so booths was empty, and as Tino took in the happenings, another server led a couple of omegas into it. As soon as they sat down, they began undressing each other, kissing deeply.
Tino watched them, his demonic soul rejoicing in their hunger.
Oswald’s lips brushed Tino’s ear. “The people here like to see and be seen. The rule is no touching between parties. Everything else is allowed.”
“Interesting.”
“I thought you might like it.”
“You take such good care of me.”
Oswald accepted a tender kiss from Tino.
“Take off your shirt and pants, darling. Let them see you.”
The no-touching rule had a surprising effect on Tino. He’d learned a long time ago that he didn’t need to feed as often or as much if the food was of sufficient quality. And with Oswald, his diet seemed to consist only of choice treats.
With the new jewel around his neck and dressed only in his lace panties, he sat on Oswald’s lap, his back to Oswald’s chest, while Oswald played with his nipples.
Tino tasted the lust in the room, but it felt more fulfilling, and he began recognizing why.
A lot of the patrons were committed to each other, and Tino could sense not only arousal but profound desire and even love from many of them.
Diagonally across the room from them, a middle-aged couple began fucking.
The omega perched on his knees on the seat, his plump ass high in the air, and the alpha made love to him from behind.
The omega’s supple tits drew Tino’s gaze.
The big nipples shook and swayed in mesmerizing ways.
The alpha pampered his partner with kisses while showing him off to their spectators.
Pride and love emanated from him in waves that caressed Tino’s skin like a warm breeze.
The omega came on a drawn-out cry, and quiet applause from the surrounding booths followed.
“What do you think?” Oswald asked.
“It’s magical,” Tino murmured. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
Oswald hummed and smoothed his hands up and down Tino’s bare chest. “Anything for my darling pet.”
To show his gratitude, Tino slid off Oswald’s lap and knelt on the seat next to him.
He bent low to open Oswald’s fly and take the magnificent cock into his mouth.
In this position, his ass was exposed to the room, and he gyrated his hips, hoping the smell of his slick would drift through the air toward the others.
He deepthroated Oswald’s cock for long minutes, while Oswald drank his cocktail.
When Oswald came on a grunt, the room seemed to go still for a moment.
So many had been watching—Tino had been soaking up their admiration.
He swallowed his alpha’s seed, and pleasure bloomed in his middle.
He came untouched, his hips jerking and cum dripping through the lace.
The triad opposite them clapped. Tino lifted his gaze toward them as Oswald’s wet cock slowly slid from his open mouth. Three pairs of hungry eyes were pinned on him.
He lay across Oswald’s lap, folded his arms under his head, and gazed back. Oswald tugged his panties down just enough to gain access to his hole. He played with his pucker gently, dipping his fingertips inside, while he finished his drink.