“Very good.” His eyes kept moving over me and I could almost feel his fingers in their place. “Now, a few things before we start our discussion. Can I touch you? Over your clothes or your face for right now until we discuss it in more detail.”
My mouth was suddenly filled with cotton so I nodded, trying not to look desperate.
“No.” He shook his head like I’d disappointed him. “Words, my dirty omega.”
My imagination had always been good enough that as long as the alpha I was with wasn’t a complete idiot when it came to pleasing an omega, I could get aroused. But Tristan hadn’t even touched me and I was already hard and slick.
And I wasn’t even pretending he was someone else.
Swallowing, I forced the words out. “Yes. Yes, you can touch me.”
He had to touch me.
If I thought it would make him go faster I would’ve begged, but the look on his face said he wasn’t going to be rushed.
“What are your safewords, my omega?” His voice was low and soothing and it took several seconds to realize what he was asking.
“I…I want to use stoplight colors.” That was probably the only thing I’d remember in the moment, and that was just because my characters had used them for so long it was ingrained in me.
“Thank you for trusting me.” His fingers barely skimmed over my face. The faint touch went right to my cock like every nerve ending was attached to it.
I found myself closing my eyes as the pads of his fingers brushed over my lips and down my neck. It was such a simple touch, but there was no hesitation and that in itself was incredibly erotic.
He continued the soft, barely there strokes over completely innocent parts of my face and neck until I wasn’t sure there was a solid bone in my body any longer. When he finally spoke, I had no idea how long I’d knelt there, but I felt wonderful.
“You liked it when I talked about spanking you.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway just to make sure he knew what I was feeling.
He seemed to like that because he made a soft approving noise and stroked my face. “Good boy.”
Just that statement sent waves of pleasure through me. Tristan clearly knew it because I could hear a smirk in his voice. “Do you know how sexy you are, my boy?”
That clearly didn’t require a response because he kept going. “You like the idea of being spanked too much for it to be a punishment, though. Do you know if you like pain?”
That required words.
Wording was hard.
“I…yes, a little.” I wasn’t going to say I was a wuss, but from the little I’d played around with pain it didn’t take much to make me very happy, so I didn’t have any desire to go further than that.
“Good boy.” His fingers trailed down my neck again. “I think that deserves a reward.”
My brain quickly spanned a thousand different options for what that could mean, but frustratingly, Tristan decided to smile and keep everything light for now. His fingers stroked over my chest and around my nipples.
Even through the thin fabric of my T-shirt, it was like faint streaks of lightning going through me, but it just made me crave more.
“My boy doesn’t seem grateful.” His teasing tone kept the words light, but they hit me deep.
Forcing my eyes open, I peered up at him. “Thank you, Sir. That’s…” He flicked over my nipples, making my voice catch in my throat.
Taking a staggered breath, I tried again. “Thank you for rewarding me, Sir.”
That was clearly better because his smile widened and he pinched both nipples in another frustrating reward. “Oh…I…Thank you.”
Rewards seemed like they were going to be just as maddening as punishments.
“That’s much better.” He went back to slowly stroking them. “I like it when you’re a sweet, polite omega.”
Before I could even begin to picture what he’d meant by that, he continued. “But I think I’m going to enjoy my needy, dirty omega too.”
Was there a way to politely ask when he was going to push me to that point?
Probably not.
I clearly hadn’t been making the subs in my books frustrated enough during scenes.
“What kind of pain does my boy dream about? Spankings, but what else? Have you imagined your Master torturing your nipples or maybe seeing how you like being flogged?” His chuckle as he finished his question said he hadn’t missed the way my body shivered.