Chapter Twelve

Alex

I’d hinted that I wanted to get his shirt off at the club. Surely he knew what that meant? That I wanted him to experience what I did there and see if he felt any inclination toward the kink. Whether he did or not would not affect his being my mate. As long as he was comfortable with it, I could do my demos with others, and it was possible he would like other things once he’d had the chance to observe.

Emile, my late friend and his late mate, had not been very good to him, I didn’t think. Or at least not in the way of meeting his needs, not even in the most basic ways. Perhaps when he bought the membership, he’d done so with that in mind? Something else we’d never know, but the idea made me think more kindly of him.

Unsure how familiar he was with anything at the club, I talked a little about control and trust and submission. There were so many options in the club and in this world, and if I was going to be his mate and his dominant, I needed to make sure they were tailored to his needs and desires even before mine. He said he trusted me, but it was going to be so new for him.

“Now, have you thought of your safe word?”

He licked his lips and glanced off to the left, not meeting my eyes anymore. “No. I don’t really…I don’t understand how it works exactly.”

“That’s all right. Why would you? Let’s walk around while we talk, and I’ll try to demonstrate.” The stations were filled tonight, all the different kinks on display. Many people were glad to show off to those who enjoyed watching, but as we strolled from one stop to the next, I watched for signs of excitement in my omega’s expression. We passed the area where a female dominant was applying molten wax to a female submissive’s nipples. Her sub was lying back on a table but not tied down in any way. As the dom painted her breasts, the sub thrashed only her head from side to side, pants emerging from between parted lips.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” West asked, gripping my arm.

“About as much as the one on the opposite side.” That one was two men, and the wax was being applied to an entirely different body part. A part that thrust eagerly upward in its coating.

“Oh my goodness.”

“I take it that does not interest you at all?”

He shook his head. “No, I have no desire to be a candle.”

I chuckled and guided him along the floor. “Fair enough. What do you think about electricity?” A friend of mine was just setting up his violet wands. “Want to see how it works?”

“Would he be using it on my tender parts?”

“Not unless you ask him to. Here, Bert, would you show West how the violet wand works?”

“Full demo on the submissive I have lined up is about to start…but here.” He grinned. “Hold out your hand, subbie.”

After a glance at me for reassurance, West did as ordered, extending his fist toward Bert.

“Open your hand,” I told him. “Palm up.”

The dom trailed the wand over his heart line, and West jumped then shivered. “Oh wow. I can see how that would be titillating.”

“Maybe we’ll try it sometime.” We continued on, stopping here and there while I asked West what he thought about the activities. He liked the spanking bench. “Let’s watch the St. Andrew’s cross for a moment.”

We stopped in front of the bound omega, remaining outside the marked circle for those participating only. The dominant, someone I’d only seen in passing and did not know, was checking the wrists and ankles of his submissive before stepping back and picking up a flogger.

“Is that what you do?” West asked as the dom went to work on the sub’s exposed buttocks and thighs. “Like that?”

“Sometimes. I like impact play in general, but the whip is my favorite tool.”

“The whip,” he breathed. “Wouldn’t that scar a person? I mean, in movies…”

“In movies, no doubt you have seen mostly whipping for punishment and probably meant in a cruel way.” I stroked his cheek. “I have left marks but never a scar.”

“I think I’d like to see what that is like,” he said thoughtfully. “I mean, someday.”

“And I would very much like to share that with you.” I brushed a kiss over his lips. “When you’re ready. For tonight, if you’re willing, I would be content to take you home and give you pleasure of a more mundane sort.”

“Nothing with you is mundane, and I’d love that, alpha. But one day, I’ll be ready for more. For, for your whip.”

“We’ll see.” I hoped so, but he’d have to come to it in his own time. “Maybe we’ll start with a little spanking in privacy.”

His shiver gave me hope.