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James high-fived me. “To hell with that. I’m wishing you a well-spanked ass . I hope you love it.”

Chapter Nine

Azlan

I waited outside the club entrance, seated on a long sofa in the hotel lobby. Maybe they didn’t bother with a conversation area inside because they had this long room with all the couches, chairs, and table. The whole resort was themed around kink, subtle shapes in the wallpaper and upholstery. All the leather. Not a place where someone would have to fear shocking a casual stranger by discussing flogging techniques or whether a violet wand was a turn-on or an annoying zap.

Right at the appointed time, he appeared from the back of the building wearing all black, as well, tight jeans that looked made for him and a T-shirt. Also fitted. Every omega I’d met here was hot, but he put them all to shame.

“I’m sorry I’m late, sir,” he said as he arrived in front of me.

“You are on time.” I ran my gaze over him from tip to toe. “And even if you were, you’re worth it.”

He smiled sheepishly. “I almost didn’t come. I wasn’t sure…”

“If it was what you wanted to do this evening? To get spanked?”

His cock swelled in his jeans at my word.

“Because if you don’t want to, we can do something else?”

His alarmed expression had me suppressing a chuckle.” L-like what?”

“Take a walk? A swim? Eat?”

“Oh. I thought you meant a different activity in the club.”

I thought about asking him to be more specific, but he was already blushing cherry red, so I let it go to avoid breaking any blood vessels.

“No. This is our evening, so we can do anything you like.”

“You really mean that.” His eyes held such gratitude, I wanted to go find whoever made him feel he didn’t deserve such small things and beat them senseless. My wolf suggested much more violent punishment.

“Of course. Now, what shall we do tonight?”

At that, his shoulders dropped and a lot of the tension in his stance dropped. “Let’s go get a spanking.”

Technically, one of us was going to get one and the other would be giving, but now was not the time to correct him. Instead, I stood, took his hand, and walked him into the club.

“Let’s sit down and have something to drink before we begin,” I said.

“I’ll go to the bar and—”

“No you won’t.” I tugged him into the club and a moment later we were seated at the table reserved for this alpha and guest. “We have about a half hour before our time for the spanking bench, so we will sit here like the patrons we are, allow the server to bring us our beverages, and work on our contract for the evening. I recommend a soft drink.”

“You had tonic water last night. Do you not drink at all?”

“I do, but I thought I might scene last night, and I don’t drink much if I am going to play.” The server arrived at that moment and took our orders for a tonic water and a ginger ale.

“Now, we don’t have be super specific in this case.” I unfolded a sheet of paper from my pocket and pulled out a pen. “This is just a spanking scene. Hands only. No floggers or other implements, and we want to make sure you know how to slow things down or stop them at any time. Have you heard of a safe word?”

While we sipped our drinks, we worked out the details. Trace would be bare-bottomed, and he was okay with having his hands tied. Other decisions were made as to what he would or would not like. His hard nos and possible yesses, otherwise known as hard and soft limits. We went with the traditional red/yellow/green safewords. Then we both signed, and I tucked the paper away again. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. Sir.”

The bench was ready, a slight hint of disinfectant smell still hanging over it when we reached it. A good sign that the previous people had been considerate like that. “Then undress and mount the bench.”

He gave me one panicked look before pulling his shirt over his head. We hadn’t talked about that, but his call. And it allowed me to see more of his lovely body. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his jeans, the very sexiness of the act drawing a few people closer to watch. We hadn’t talked much about the fact that there might be a crowd, but he had seen what went on last night, so he should have an idea about that. Still, I bent close and spoke into his ear. “If you get uncomfortable for any reason, don’t be ashamed to use yellow to pause or red to end the scene, okay?”