Chapter Sixteen

Tate

I don’t know what I expected from the club. There were no photos online, and the reason became clear when we entered and someone stationed at the front desk took others’ phones and locked them way, giving them a receipt to pick it up on the way out. I started to ask if they were going to also take Bronson’s, but a glance at his amused expression shut that question down. Although everyone else who passed through while we were in the foyer handed over their device, my alpha was one of the club owners. He was not subject to the rules so much as responsible for enforcing them.

We’d spent so much time talking before we came that it was getting rather late when we arrived. “We will take the nickel tour,” he said, sliding his arm around my waist and bringing me in to his side. “Just to give you a taste and a chance to get a first impression. Okay?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve never been anywhere like this, and I don’t even know how to behave.” What if I made a fool of myself and embarrassed this important male in his place of business. During the day, he was an up-and-coming attorney, but he’d invested in this business that, from what I’d read in the online photo-less articles, Bronson’s club was rapidly becoming one of the best known of its type in the area. He had told me they did no advertising, since it was a members-and-guests-only place, but it seemed they didn’t need it.

“You have very nice manners, my sweet boy, and I am sure you know courtesy carries over every situation. I will introduce you to people and let you know how they are to be addressed as we go. For example, we are about to ‘accidentally’ cross paths with Master Talon. One of my closest friends, even if he does have a propensity to have too much interest in other people’s love lives.”

“I heard that.” The tall, broad-shouldered man in black from head to toe approached us and gave me a friendly smile. “So you are Tate. We’ve heard a lot about you around here.”

“You have?” Startled, I glanced at Bronson, who arched one imperious brow. “I mean, you have, Master Talon?”

“He’s learning.” The dom nodded approvingly. “I take it that since you are both dressed in jeans and comfortable shoes, you are here to observe rather than scene?”

“Yes, it’s Tate’s first time in a club like ours and I’m showing him around.” He took my hand in his. “Everything going well tonight?”

“As always. But if you have work to do, I could be a tour guide for your omega?”

“Yeah, and that wouldn’t cause you any problems with yours.” They exchanged a few more remarks before we parted ways and began a very casual stroll through the main area—or at least I assumed from the large room filled with people that it was—of the club. There were all kinds of things going on, a lot of which were what I’d heard called “impact play,” and were not something I would like to partake in.

What would make a daddy want to invest in something like this unless it was for profit, which would be understandable. But while I was impressed and a little awed by all the people I saw around us and what they were up to, I wasn’t sure I’d want to come again.

“So, what do you think so far?” Bronson asked after finishing a conversation with a woman wearing a corset so tight it nearly cut her in half. The whole time they spoke, she’d kept up a rhythmic thudding of some kind of leather-tailed tool with a wooden handle against a bound woman’s back. “It’s really something, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I could agree that it was something, although not something that interested me much. “Everyone seems to be having a good time.”

“They are, each in their own way. Some people need a spanking or a whipping or a small electric shock in their lives. But I don’t think you need those things.”

I couldn’t suppress a laugh. “I won’t turn down a friendly spanking in the right moment.”

“Good to know.” He gave my hand a tug. “We will be closing in an hour, and I don’t want you to miss my favorite part. I had a lot to do with designing it, and I think my friends are shocked at how successful it is even though it just opened.”

“What is it? Blood play?” I’d read about that… please don’t let it be that .

“Uh, is that what you’d like to do? I won’t judge if you do, but you’ll need to find another alpha somewhere else for that particular activity because—”

“Gods no,” I blurted out. “I was just…just no.” I only knew what it was because I had stumbled upon it in my research.

“That’s a relief because it’s totally not my thing. No, where we’re going is just down this hallway.” He led me off the main floor and down a passage with doors on either side. “There are private rooms and various other things along here, but the room I have in mind is at the end of the hallway, here.”

When he stopped in front of a door with a window inset, I froze then pressed my nose to the glass. “Oh my gods. Is this for real?”

“It is, and if you like, we can come back here and play another night. Here comes Selena now.”

“Mommy Selena when I’m on duty,” the woman he addressed said. She looked like someone out of a 1950s TV show with her flouncy skirt, short sweater with two puff balls hanging from it, and hair pulled tight into a ponytail way up on top of her head. “And who have we here?”

Mommy Selena showed me around the little room. It was nearly empty because most of the littles were already tucked into their beds at home, but I was able to see all the things to do and even sit long enough for Da—for Bronson to read me a short book before we had to leave.

I never slipped into little space, but our evening had a whole other effect on me. Both of us, I suppose. We were no sooner in the door of the house than clothes were flying everywhere and we didn’t make it past the sofa before I was on my back, my alpha on top of me and looking down into my eyes.

“You’re gorgeous, do you know that, omega?” He kissed my face and hair and lips and down my chest. “And so brave. Nobody would have guessed it was your first time seeing everything you did tonight.”

He closed his mouth around my cock and sucked me off all the way until I came in his mouth before rising to claim my needy, slick hole. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass cheeks and sobbing with the pleasure and joy of coming together with this man. He filled me in a way nobody else ever had or ever would because there would be nobody else. A fact proven when he came, his knot swelled, and his fangs descended to sink into my throat, marking me his.

Nothing he could have said would have stated his intentions more clearly. He marked me. I sank into the deepest sleep I could remember, perfectly comfortable and happy and thinking maybe I was brave after all.