“You too.” He shifted from foot to foot, nerves showing, and my tentative plans for a real play session faded back. This omeganeeded to wade in rather than leap into the deep end of the club. “What are we going to do tonight?”
“Well, first, you’re going to give the nice submissive behind the desk your phone.”
“Oh yes. I had to do that last time, too.” He handed it over, and Mandy, looking as cute and innocent as anyone could in a lacey bustier and thong, put it away. “Thanks!”
“You’re welcome. Everyone will be jealous you’re getting to spend time with Chef Evander.” She grinned, giving me a finger wave. “Have a great evening, sir.”
Saucy girl. After fixing her with the severest glare I had, short to avoid laughing, I took Hudson’s arm and led him into the club. Usually, I spent some time relaxing on the sofas, but Hudson’s nerves were unlikely to ease, so we went straight into the main area. Looking around, I spotted a dungeon monitor and called him over. “I need you to unreserve station six for tonight. I won’t be needing it, and someone else is sure to enjoy it.”
“Yes, sir.” He spoke into the microphone at his collar and returned to his position between the spiderweb and a particularly devious chair. It didn’t look like much, but ask any of the subs who had found themselves fastened into it, and you’d learn differently. Pain, pleasure…so many devious places nubbins and different textures… Yeah. One day, but not tonight.
“What are we going to do?” Hudson’s voice shook a trifle. “I’m up for anything.”
“Well, I thought we’d walk through and stop here and there for a minute or two to have some experiences.”
“You’re not going to tie me to something and beat me?”
I stopped, gripped his shoulders, and turned him to face me. “No, and the fact that you’ve phrased it like that is the reason. Impact play is not for everyone, but if you think of it as someone getting beaten, you aren’t ready to try it.”
He protested, but I reminded him that he came as a submissive omega, and while in the end that meant he had control, it was my job to guide him along the way. We moved around from station to station, pausing while I explained various types of kink and why they might appeal to him or not, so that next time we came, he should be ready to show me what he thought he might like to try.
Finally, we came back to where we started. “Ready to have a drink?” I asked.
“I’m not going to get to do anything?”
“I hadn’t planned on it.” But he sounded so disappointed. “Are you sure you don’t want to wait?”
“Maybe just look at something again? Like the electrical stuff? That didn’t look too scary.”
“All right.” It wasn’t scary, but it could be intense. “Remember safe words?”
“For those little light sticks? They look likeStar Warstoys my nephew loves.”
We started toward the station where Alpha Troy, a master of the violet wands, was setting out his tools. “You got lucky. It seems as if we will be seeing a demo.”
Standing side by side, we watched him lay out his various wands and all the extensions he could add. Others moved in around us, but we were right in the front. Troy looked around the observers. “I don’t have my sub here tonight, so I’ll need a volunteer.”
Hands went up around us, but the alpha met my gaze. “Chef, would you and your omega like to play with me?”
I opened my lips to say no, we were just observing, but to my amazement, Hudson took three steps forward, eager, and what could I do but follow. From that point, I understood more about my omega than I had before. He wasn’t into impact, at least not for now, because to him it was “beating.” Violent. The wandswere every bit as intense, but different. I’d spent a little time playing with them before, and I liked them. But I’d never had a relationship with an omega who wanted to spend any time with them, so my skills were a little rusty.
Fortunately, as volunteers in Troy’s demo, those skills were revived. He had Hudson sit down in the comfortable leather chair, leaned back, feet up, and arms on the rests. “Hands up, omega. Show me those palms.”
Hudson sought my gaze and I nodded encouragement, accepting a wand from the other alpha and standing opposite him. With the audience watching, I mirrored Troy’s actions, moving the electrical charge down the omega’s arms, tracing the outline of his palm and then up again to his shoulders. His breathing grew faster, chest rising quickly, eyes half closed.Omega…I see you.
“Can we unbutton your omega’s shirt?” Troy asked.
“Hudson?” I wasn’t going to decide for him where another alpha was involved.
He nodded.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, sir.”
I did it, easing each button from the hole and spreading the two sides open to reveal his chest. And when we demonstrated the different extensions on his nipples, the bulge in his pants strained the zipper. Under other circumstances, I might have taken this to its natural conclusion, but orgasm could be very personal, and we would have to discuss that before it could happen. Either way, by the time Troy turned off all his toys, Hudson has shown me something he liked very much.
Even if he hadn’t known it until tonight.
