I shook my head, my eyes still taking in each item.
Was I ready for any of these to be used on my body? Was it okay to want them, but fear them at the same time?
“Any of them spike your interest?” Vincent moved to stand beside me, hands loosely at his sides.
“Why the feather?” I glanced at him as he picked up the item. He let the feather run over his palm before holding it out to me. I didn’t take it, because it wasn’t the item I wanted to try most.
“It’s a way to show that touch is good. It’s usually an easy go-to for most subs, because it doesn’t cause any sort of pain.”
Made sense.
Vincent placed it back on the bed. “Blindfold. It’s not just used to cut off your sight, but many other things can be done with it. I can tie it around your neck, like a collar. Or even around your wrist. It’s not just about being tied down, and I wouldn’t secure you to anything yet. Not when neither of us knows how you’ll react to something like that.”
“I don’t think I would react badly.” I hadn’t been tied down by any clients. I was always willing to do what they wanted. “Truthfully, for me, if I were to use anything around your neck, it’d be like a leash and collar, or a belt of some sort. Not to control you and your movements,but to give you peace knowing that I’m right there with you. I wouldn’t dare leave you alone for a second.”
I already didn’t want him to leave me alone.
“A blindfold is the best to begin with, though, since you are new to everything here.”
“I think the feather is a no, right now.” I finally said.
“Okay. Shame I can’t tickle you to death today.” I quickly looked up, seeing the humor on his face.
“No tickling.”
“Not on purpose.” He agreed. “So, blind fold or cock cage?”
Could I pick both? Would he let me?
“Why did you pick the cage, Sir?”
“When we were going over the lists, your expression on that was more than enough to at least consider putting it out. You were intrigued.
“I liked the idea of giving you control.”
“Even if you haven’t gotten a boner”
I ducked my head, heat filling my face. I hadn’t said Ihadn’tgotten hard. It was just easy to ignore.
“I see.” Vincent hummed. “When was the last time you organized?”
Willingly? Not for a very long time. By a client, it was probably over a month.
“Not sure, Sir. We aren’t allowed to touch ourselves unless a client says we can.”
“I should have thought about that,” Vincent spoke gently. “If you need a release-“
“No!” I spoke too loudly. “No, Sir. I can’t….touch there. I…only an Alpha is permitted.” I could live withoutwhatever pain that came when I could take care of my hardness. Which, really, wasn’t all that bad. This morning had been a challenge, but a cold shower had done the trick.
It’d been so long since I was hard and aching anyway. It was bound to happen every once in a while.
All Omegas learned early on to never, ever, touch ourselves there unless it was to clean our bodies. Doing so meant punishment. Most of the time, it was pills that’d make us stay hard for hours, and we’d be tormented with not being allowed to come at all. Sometimes, with the pills, we were whipped with a paddle. There was even a time when I was hard for more than a day, and ended up puking from the pills.
“Charlie.”
Instantly, Vincent’s hands were on my shoulders, forehead pressed against mine. “Deep breath, sweetheart. In. Out.”
But I was breathing.
