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But this is a test of the female Omegas on stage with me, not of Matty.

He would submit to nearly anything, a fact that’s put him in danger more than once.

I near him, and he starts to whine, his head, which is free to turn side to side or hang down, twists to find me growing closer, my name carrying on his whine across the stage.

At his side, I gently shush him, a moan reverberating in his chest just before slick begins to drip from his ass, trickle down his thigh and starts to form a small puddle on the stage.

I slide the end of the crop along the skin of his ass cheeks, light and slow, and he moans on a whine just before I snap the crop against the outside of his left globe, drawing a cry from Matty, making him squirt slick.

Too soon.

Alarm bells start to go off in my head, but I can’t stop the demonstration now. Mama will rage, and that would bring nothing but trouble to the rest of us.

Shit.

His hips undulate, flexing as he humps the air.

I repeat the same actions on his other ass cheek. Smooth, sensuous circles, then a crack to the side of his ass where it won’t sting when he sits.

His cries, turn to sighs the more I caress and snap, his slick beginning to pour out of him like a river, his fresh herb and ocean scent rising around me—all of us. His scent and lust are making the other Omegas on stage react, their sweet scents no longer tinged sour from fear, their breaths coming in small gasps.

When I whip around to look at them I find ten blown-out pupils, and sigh in frustration.

Can not one, single Omega in this place go against their stereotype?

“Enough!”

I stop immediately, turn to face Mama who’s running her hand down her face, smudging her red lipstick down her chin. “Get off the stage. All of you.” Her eyes snap to mine as she rises to her feet. “Help him. He has a special client first thing tonight.”

I watch her walk off to the side of the room where her office is and disappear before relaxing, tossing the crop to the basket on the floor for disinfecting, and gesturing to the female Omegas to get off the stage, which they do in a hurry. Then, I crouch beside Matty to untie him.

“Sin,” he whispers, that whine still in his tone, his brown eyes desperate as he stares at me.

My head shakes automatically. “What did you do?”

“I…” his voice trails and he swallows.

When his calves are free, he snaps his thighs together, and I move to his wrists.

“There was… this pill.” He swallows again. “Tasha gave it to me. Said it would make tonight amazing.”

Fucking Tasha.

“You should know better.”

“I know.” His voice is so small now, I can’t help but feel bad for admonishing him. But I am one-hundred percent right, and everyone in this place knows it.

Tasha probably didn’t mean to make this happen, but her tolerance for substances is way higher than the average person’s.

When Matty is free, I help him to his feet, thankful that Mama hadn’t made me wear my gear for today’s debacle. Just plain old jeans and a tee with sneakers. Much easier to steady a man almost a foot taller than me.

“Sin,” he whispers again, leaning into my side, inhaling my hair at my scalp with a sigh. Before I can take another step, one of his hands comes up to cup the side of my face with gentle care, making me still. “I need you. Please.”

And I need to find out what Tasha gave him and make sure it does not go into circulation at the club. Mama will murder people if they’re caught doping for clients.

“Come on, hun,” I soothe, leading him backstage. “Let’s go to my place.”

My room is right here in the building, one floor above the main club, Whips, Chains, & Knots. And it’s the best room available here, with its own bathroom. That I’m the only Omega without roommates is another testament of my worth to Mama.