Chapter Twelve

Talon

I had a fantastic personal assistant once, but he left to mate with a wolf from a pack a thousand miles away, and it was not a job that could be done remotely. My assistant had the ability to understand what I needed and accomplish things without a lot of explanation. After his departure, I didn't have the energy to train someone else from scratch, or the time while building the club. It was easier just to do things myself.

Of course, with things up and running, I had lost my excuse. And I thought it would be nice to have my omega around all day instead of just seeing him on short breaks. Besides, my wolf was so possessive, he couldn't stand when Rowan was being ogled by the members and their guests. Nobody needed to see me lose it again.

My assistant needed to be someone I could rely on and who would keep my business private. Smart and consistent, and everything I'd seen of Rowan told me that he was the perfect person for the job.

And it meant he would be with me a lot more of the time and not out working on the floor where any one of the members might ogle or, worse, lay a hand on what…who…belonged to me. Really, most of them would recognize not only the armband but my mark, but since I spent most of my time in the office, I wasn't even out there to make sure he was okay.

I hadn't had the same office configuration or even the same office when I last had an assistant, and I was excited to help him get settled in. An inset-nook sort of area directly outside my door had been intended for my PA, but since I wasn't sure when I'd have a chance to hire and train one, I hadn't bothered to have it furnished. At this point, it housed two guest chairs, a small table between them, and a monstrous plant someone had given us.

That was over as of now. "Tomorrow morning, be here at ten. We have so much to do, you're going to be run off your feet." And right over my desk with his pants around his ankles and that rounded bottom ready for me to spank cherry red.

I hated not being able to see him tonight, but my partners and I had a meeting planned after closing to discuss how things were going in all of our departments. For most people, the early morning hours were for sleeping, but we had such different schedules, there was no way we could all connect at any other time. My responsibilities here at Cuffed involved a lot of admin duties, which began during daylight hours and bled into the evening. The others still had their day jobs in addition to what they did here, so they weren't on the property until close to opening time. I had closed out my previous office space and moved everything here so I could double down as needed.

At least I could plan for a fun day shopping tomorrow. I generally bought everything online, but why not use it as an excuse to spend time with my omega/assistant. It was not going to be easy to get anything done with him here, but we'd have to make that work. The pleasure of his company was worth any sacrifice. Even if it meant sex only at home…

The next morning, I blew all my best intentions five minutes after he arrived—fifteen minutes early—for work. He came in wearing business casual as I'd instructed when he texted me last night, and I scanned him up and down. "I've changed my mind."

"What?"

"You're overdressed. I need you to go get me a coffee and when you come back, undress outside my office and bring it in naked."

He blinked at me for only a second. "Yes, Sir." And he left.

Not a question or comment or anything. I was hard as steel.

The kitchen wasn't technically open yet, and few staff members would even be around, meaning Rowan would have to prepare the coffee himself, but the ten minutes before the rap came on the door felt like a lot longer.

And my pants got tighter by the second.

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal Rowan wearing exactly what I'd requested—nothing—a cup of coffee cradled between his hands. "Here you are, Sir. One sugar, no cream, correct?"

He'd noticed. That warmed a whole other part of me. My heart. "Yes. But put that on the desk and bend over for your spanking."

"Yes, Sir."

I pulled a tube of lube out of my top desk drawer and set it in front of his face. "Did you lock the door?"

"No…"

"Good." I stood up and went behind him, glad he couldn't see the smirk that was probably on my lips. Truly there would be nobody in the office area for at least an hour, but I wanted to see his reaction to the idea that we could be caught in the act. His flushed cheeks, uptick in breathing, and fine shiver that ran over his limbs told me the whole story.

Rowan's cheeks were pale when I laid the first smack across them, quickly replaced by pink that darkened with the repeated swats on each side. Nudity and public sex were the thing in a club like Cuffed, anywhere food was not happening, which was why it was not allowed in the tables-and-booths area. The health department had rules, after all, and even a private club like ours could be visited at any time since we charged for food and beverages. Everything sexual had to be consensual, however, and we had not done anything formal about that yet. I paused to stroke the hot skin. "We need to go over your desires and hard nos…but for right this minute, give me your safe word. It should be something you're not likely to cry out in passion. You can do green for everything is great, yellow for slow down a bit, and red for stop if you want?"

"My safe word is sanctuary."

"What?" My sex-addled brain almost had words coming in a fog, not where I should be in a dominant situation, so I mind-slapped myself into focus. "Why that?"

"Because when I walked in the door of Cuffed, I went from feeling scared and unhappy to safe and comfortable. I'd never been anywhere near a club like this, just regular bars. Some of them pretty ugh. And of course, I noticed how nice the furnishings and things were, but that wasn't it."

"No. It's a nice place to be and almost everyone had been kind and welcoming and I might want to try some of those stations one day."

"We will definitely sit down and work out the formalities, then."

He reached for the lube and handed it back to me. "Sir…would you please fuck me?"

"Since you said please." Furniture shopping might be online after all. Or tomorrow. I coated my cock and squirted a big daub between his cheeks and sank into his tight, hot hole. "It would be my pleasure."