I may have added another page to the pile. I wanted to know his preferences on rewards andpunishment. More to get a read on his mindset on the subject matter.
It was late afternoon, and I was impressed by how thorough he was with every item on that list. He’d also made little notes to the sides, and on a single sheet of notebook paper, too.
To say I was impressed was an understatement.
I finally got my gaze pulled away from him and returned to my own work. I was, thankfully, almost finished for the day, too.
Another thirty minutes went by, which felt ten times longer than that, before I finished my spreadsheet of numbers. It was the perfect timing, too, as Charlie was just cleaning up.
“Are you good with numbers?” I asked, closing all my tabs on the computer.
“For the most part, yes. I was required to take accounting classes. We all are. Alphas sometimes want an Omega to keep track of money for businesses and the like.” He glanced at me, stacking the books in a neat pile.
“But not all can grasp the subject or patterns.” Like Adrian. He was horrible at keeping track of anything, especially numbers. “Anyways, I’ll take a look at those papers while you find us a snack to munch on.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Charlie put the books back exactly where he found them, then set the highlighters, pen, and papers on my desk.
Glancing over the papers as he left the office, I wasn’t too surprised by his answers. Green on many things that I enjoyed. Cockwarming, obviously. Keeling.Having orders. Being in charge of taking care of the house. Answering phones, if need be.
Pretty much every task a slave would do, and more.
A few yellows, such as yard work, orgasm control, enemas, and being tied up. There were notes, too, with some.
Green for garden. Yellow for mowing or trimming trees. I don’t like being sweaty.
I hadn’t expected anything less than perfection from the Omega.
I made a mental note that he’d earned a reward once we talked through his answers.
Charlie didn’t take long. He returned with a plate of snacks and two water bottles, movements practiced and precise. He placed them on the desk without a sound. Then stepped back and knelt before me. There was no hesitation in doing so. It was a natural submission and my heart soared. He chose his action, and that spoke more of his trust than anything else ever could.
He was slowly starting to not just trust me, but trust his own wants and desires.
“Do you have any questions about these?” My eyes flickered to the papers before going back to Charlie.
“No, Sir. The books had good details and information on everything.”
“One thing that’s not there, and I really should add it,” I reached for the pen, and brought one of the pages closer. “Is hand-feeding you. What color would that be for you?”
“Green, Sir.” His voice was almost breathy as he spoke, like he wanted nothing more than to kneel at my feet and let me feed him.
I wrote the item down, then used the green highlighter across the words.
“We have a lot of things in common. But first, let's eat. You didn’t eat much lunch earlier.” Given, Charlie had his mind elsewhere during lunch.
Charlie edged closer with each bite I offered—cracker, cheese, nothing elaborate. By the third, he was leaning gently against my leg, breath even, shoulders no longer braced.
His mind had quieted. I could feel it in the way he settled. Not out of obedience, but out of comfort. He was content. And for someone like Charlie, that meant everything.
Although this alone would have been a great reward, Charlie would get something else. Something he picked, verbally.
Eventually, the snack was gone, leaving Charlie leaning against my leg, content to never move again.
I gave him a couple of extra minutes before pulling my hand away from his hair. He slowly looked up, blinking the world back into existence.
“Are these answers things youwant, not what you think I’d want?” I started, knowing the Omega well enough about how his brain worked.
