other.
“Don’t forget.” I moved my legs closer until I was almost wrapped around him. “Part of my role as your Dom is to reward you when you’ve been good. You want to be a good boy, don’t you?”
His head jerked up and down beside mine. As he spoke, I could feel his breath caressing my cheek. “Yes, Sir. I want…I want to be good.”
Just saying the words seemed to turn him on even more. I had a feeling my new submissive was not going to be difficult to arouse.
“Then you’re not going to argue with me when I try to take care of my boy?” I kept us tightly pressed against one another as I moved his hands to his sides and skimmed my hands over his back. When I was just above his ass, I stopped and stroked my fingers along the waistband of his pants. “There are so many fun ways to reward a good boy.”
He made a quiet, needy sound as he shivered against me. “I…reward?”
I wasn’t sure if he was asking about what kinds of rewards I’d give him or for a reward in general because he wanted to come, but either way, I wasn’t going to answer it. “If you’re very good this evening, I might let you beg for an orgasm later. But only if you’re good.”
His dick jerked so hard I could feel it against my leg. “Do you like the idea of begging? What do you want to beg for? You’ve written such hot scenes about naughty submissives that there're all kinds of things you’re probably desperate for.”
Dakota’s cheeks pinked faintly, but he nodded and swallowed. “I…yes…Sir.”
It wasn’t much of an agreement or explanation, but it worked for the time being. “Show me your kitchen, naughty boy.”
I might not know everything about him yet, but one thing was for sure…he liked dirty nicknames and wicked promises.
He had to blink several times and let out a breath before he managed to step back. “Yes, Sir. It’s this way.”
My sexy omega was unashamedly beautiful with his straining erection and needy expression, but what made him even more perfect was the way he kept his hands at his sides and watched every movement I made.
Nodding, I pointed toward the door. “Show me.”
As he turned and started walking deeper into the house, I smiled. “How many pairs of those pants do you own?”
He must have heard the desire in my voice because he made an embarrassed squeak. “Several, Sir.”
“Very good.” They were so worn they’d never be able to hide a plug or cage under them. “If we go to the club together at some point, I think I know exactly what I’m going to dress you in.”
He tripped, nearly falling before I caught him around his waist as he grabbed a small table. “Are you okay?”
Dakota blinked at me several times then seemed to restart and the surprise faded from his eyes. “You’d want to go with me?”
Now he had me blinking at him. “Are you surprised that I want to go with you or are you trying to explain to me it’s out of your comfort zone? I won’t be upset either way. You’re allowed to have boundaries, that’s healthy, but I need to know what you’re thinking.”
He swallowed several times as he straightened and shifted so his gaze wandered around the room at anywhere but me. “I hadn’t really thought about telling anyone. Not that I want to hide you. I just didn’t think you’d want anyone to know.”
Why?
“What do you want?” I didn’t like the look on his face, so I stepped closer and cupped his chin. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”
As he moved them to his sides again, I shifted his head so he had to either pull away or look me in the eyes. He stayed, leaning into my touch. “What do you want, my omega? Nothing will change here unless you want it to, but I need to know what you think about the club and about your friends knowing.”
From the little I’d managed to learn about his friends at the party, they were inseparable. I’d assumed that he wouldn’t be hiding this from them.
Had I been wrong?
“You’d want them to know?” He seemed honestly confused about that.
“As long as I’m not around when they are, they won’t have a chance to question me, but from the way they acted at the party, they didn’t seem upset by the idea of you having a Dom and an