Chapter Eight

Talon

A half hour before Rowan was expected to arrive, I left my office and went to the foyer. People stopped at a desk there to leave their phones to be locked away. It was one of our most important rules related to privacy of our guests. They could also leave them in their car if they preferred, but they were not getting them past the front desk. Even with all the background checks, I'd heard of other clubs where journalists or influencers managed to convince a member to take pictures and pass them along. Once that happened, the owners of a club were regarded as no longer trustworthy. With good reason.

The desk attendant would also direct those who reserved them to changing rooms or private rooms and provided other services. We were busy, and she had no time to chat me up, although the arriving members did. I wasn't always present, with so much work to do in my office, and I had yet to demo fire or anything else. They were mostly either saying how much they liked the club or asking me when I was going to demo, and I thanked them for their kind comments and told them soon. Keeping it vague.

Rowan showed up early, as I'd expected, and I showed him how to check in as a guest before leading him into the main club area. "It feels so strange to be here and not be working."

I reached for his hand and pulled him close into my side. "We won't be playing tonight, so why don't we get a drink and walk around. You can see the various stations and what goes on there. Things you can't do while trapped behind a bar."

"Okay. I think I'd like a drink."

I skipped the line and walked right up to the bar, the crowd parting in front of me. There had to be some advantage to being an owner. Then I guided him from station to station, watching his reactions as much as explaining what was going on. He didn't seem to like a lot of the impact play, except for spanking, but he liked the electrical and when we got to the fire bench, where a steamer trunk stood as well, filled with items that would be needed for safe play, he stopped.

"How come nobody is here?" It was the only unoccupied station. "And what is in the chest?"

"Good question. Want to see and take a guess on what type of kink goes on here?" I winked at him. "Want a hint?"

"Sure!"

"It's my special skill."

He squeezed my arm. "Now I really want to know." Dropping to his knees, he lifted the lid of the restored antique that had made its way across the Atlantic on an ocean liner over a century before. It had stickers inside, faded and glossed over with a coat of lacquer to preserve them. A steel bowl, a bottle of alcohol, a second bowl with a folded cloth in it, and other items, including a fire extinguisher and first aid supplies. Others who used the station did not have access to my personal belongings, but would need to bring their own. I had carried my tools in a leather satchel before I had this chest.

"Fire play. It's not usually out here because I prefer to keep my things in my private playroom, but I am going to be doing a demo later in the week, so it's out here for the time being."

"You have a private playroom?" Interesting that his question wasn't What is fire play? He hadn't seen it here, since my demo would be the first time on the floor. "Can we go there? Is there a bed?"

Not a spanking bench… He was curious, but reserved. "Would you prefer privacy when you are with your dom?" I teased. "Should I take you there now?"

"I would like to know more," he said, not meeting my eyes. "Sir."

"Let's go now, then, before we end up in conversation with someone and can never get away." I had no trouble making people look away, but going to my playroom with Rowan sounded way better than sharing him with the general population.

We barely made it into the playroom before I had him in my arms. I'd imagined we'd experiment with kink before vanilla lovemaking, but this omega knew what he wanted. And, for once, I had no objection to stripping his clothes off and getting a look at what lay beneath. This omega was perfection, lean muscle and lightly furred chest that would have to be shaved if he wanted to do fire play on his front side.

I didn't have a large bed, but a daybed where I could nap if I chose or even spend the night if I worked late. It was not luxurious but comfortable, and as I pressed him into the mattress, he looked up at me with glowing eyes. "You going to undress anytime soon, alpha?"

"I thought you might like a head start." I dragged him to the edge of the bed and knelt between his spread legs.

"Bad pun."

"But good head." I closed my mouth around him, licking and sucking and going much faster than I normally would. I loved making an omega wait for it, but this one was different. In ways I couldn't begin to imagine. I'd never wanted to put cubs in anyone before, but as I slid two fingers to test his slick, the act took on much more meaning. I was moving way too fast and I did not believe in fated mates. Just a legend… He was so slick, slippery, and my fingers glided inside to stretch and ready him. I forced myself to slow down and enjoy the moment.

My omega was too ready, though, and I drank every luscious drop before rising, grasping his calves and driving deep into his hot, tight hole.

No spanking, no fire, no nothing but this omega and his heat, in and out, faster and faster, waiting for him to scream out my name before pouring into him. And then out before knotting could happen.

And no marking.