Chapter Sixteen

Talon

For an alpha with an ownership interest in a kink club, I lived what the folks there called a very vanilla life. The fire play trunk had been put away in the private playroom because I had no desire to play with anyone else and would not be doing a demo unless and until the time came when my omega was ready to do that with me. I had hung up my fire.

If anyone had asked me a year ago if I could be satisfied with a less adventurous sex life, with only a little careful spanking to add to the picture, I'd have laughed. Even my ex, who had made me want to give up on serious relationships had been in the lifestyle.

And Rowan was definitely curious. At first, he'd said spanking was the only thing he really was interested in, but whenever he accompanied me to the club for a special event or just to visit with people for an evening, he asked me a lot of questions about what the others were up to and, when I was involved in speaking with one of my partners or a member, he sought out other omegas to learn their perspective on the varied kinks they enjoyed.

Which led to more questions for me.

Not that I minded in the least. Pregnant omega members were certainly welcome to visit the club, but they were banned from them just like amusement park roller coasters. You must be zero months pregnant to ride the St. Andrew's cross. But after the baby came, he wanted to explore the lifestyle further, with me to guide him.

I loved how we were together, everything we did, and the creativity it took to make love with his changing form. He'd lost not an iota of his drive, in fact became quite the demanding subbie. I was his daddy, his alpha, and his dominant. But mostly, I was his mate and the father of his growing baby. We lived a different life than I ever had.

The day after he moved into my house, as we sat at breakfast, I slid a folder across the table to him. "It's time."

Crunching on toast, crumbs falling onto his bump, he cocked his head. "Time for?"

"Open the folder and look." I took a sip of the decaf I always had professed to despise. But Rowan loved coffee too, and if he had to forgo the delicious caffeinated version, count me in, too.

"Preferences for omega club members?" He looked up from the screen. "I am not a member. Just your guest."

"You're a member. I took care of everything else to make it happen, but only you can do this."

"Really?" He returned his gaze to the long, multipage list. "Always okay, soft limits, hard limits…there are so many!"

"That's because it's very specific." I pointed to a list of spanking items. "See? You've been around long enough to know the meaning of hard and soft limits, right?"

He nodded. "Open palm, hand only, crop, leather flogger…wow." He riffled the pages. "How many sheets are there?"

"A lot. But we never want someone to feel like they are forced into something they aren't prepared for or didn't agree with."

He brushed crumbs off his tummy and ate another toast triangle, undoing all the good he'd done with cleaning his shirt. "Okay, so what is Florentine flogging?"

I let out a sigh. "I wish I could show you but for now, it's all about book knowledge. Two-handed flogging with very soft hide floggers. At least that's my version." I studied him, loving how his cheeks flamed. "I think you'd like it."

"And if I say being fastened into the fucking machine—is there a fucking machine?"

I shivered this time. "Yes, it's not on the main floor but in a private room that requires a reservation."

"Wow. So, say I called it a soft limit?"

"Then I could suggest trying it and, if you were up for the challenge, we would reserve the room and go slow until we could see if you like something besides my fingers and cock stretching out that hot little ass."

"When you put it that way, I'm not sure." He tapped the screen. "Gonna put it as a soft limit. At least until I see this miracle machine. Have you used it?"

"On omegas? Not lately, but they did seem to enjoy it." Which was a mild way to say they'd gotten so hot and horny, one had even passed out while spurting cum from his leather-bound cock. "If you ever give your safe word, everything stops. Instantly. And I'd take you out of the machine."

"Out of…oh my gods. How much longer am I pregnant again?"

I sat while he went over the pages, marking things and occasionally pausing to ask me a question about this or that. It took every bit of self-control I'd acquired in my life not to stand behind him and stare over his shoulder at his choices. But, when he finished, he pushed it toward me with a shy smile.

"You're okay with me looking it over right now?"

"Well, since I'm not going to be doing these things with anyone else, you're going to have to know eventually."

"True." I was reading down the first page when he tapped my hand. "Yes?"

"What if, after I get comfortable with the always ones, I want to shift some of the limits."

"Mm-hmm." Reading his answers, I was hornier than I could ever remember being.

"So, I can change my mind?"

"Anytime, omega. But you were pretty out there with your choices. I don't see you as into blood play or anything with golden showers. Not that anyone is golden showering on the main club floor."

"No. Those will never change, but some others…how are you with a whip?"

Now, I did stand up and go to him. Pulling him into my arms, I snuggled him as close as I could, given the belly situation. "Omega, whips can be deadly or incredible depending on the wielder."

"And which are you?"

"What do you think?"