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We were still so new together that I hadn’tbeen sure how much awkwardness to expect when I’d thought about how our firstscene would go, but this felt right. He felt like he was mine. Yes, I could seenerves and desire warring in him at times, but he seemed comfortable with me,like we’d always known each other and now we were just taking our relationshipto the next level.

As I drew the panties down his legs and hiscock stretched out in front of him, a drop of precum pearled at the tip. Whenthe panties joined the pile of clothes on the couch, I reached for the firstpart of his slave outfit. A restraint for that pretty cock.

Thankfully I’d chosen something that didn’tneed to go over his erection, because I wasn’t sure if I would have been ableto get it on without him coming. But as the sparkly pink restraint wrappedaround his erection, Austin nearly purred with satisfaction.

Trouble liked being pretty.

He also seemed to like being restrained.

The pink cock ring was perfect for him, butmy favorite part was the little metal hook at the top where I could attach aleash to it. I had a feeling he’d love being paraded around the club. With thering in place, I was a bit more confident about his control, so as I got readyto stand I licked the tip of his cock to catch the precum that was ready todrop.

Austin gasped and his hands reached out tograb my arms, but he didn’t come. All the decadent possibilities of how I couldenjoy my sexy firecracker flooded through my mind, but I stayed focused on theplan in front of me. There were just too many options.

As I reached for the nightie, Austinmoaned. It was a sound of utter desire, but I knew it wasn’t just because ofhow turned on he was. No, my boy liked his new clothes. “Hands up.”

Austin obeyed immediately and I let thesoft fabric slide over his hands and down his silky skin. “My slave likes beingnice and smooth for his Master.”

It wasn’t really a question because evenfor an omega his body was so hairless it had to be a choice, but he noddedanyway. Because he didn’t seem to be self-conscious, I trailed my fingers underhis arms and then down his sides so I could circle the base of his cock. “Verysmooth.”

He made a needy sound and swayed his hipsto make the skimpy lingerie whirl softly around him. “Yes.” He swallowed hardas I ran my hands under the sheer fabric to caress his chest. “I don’tlike…hair on me…except face…stubble sometimes.”

The staggered words he had to force outwere beautiful. I loved knowing how far I was pushing him. I couldn’t wait tolearn everything about him, every touch he craved and everything that sent himinto subspace.

I swept my fingers over his nipples, lovingthe soft expanse of skin. “Beautiful.”

The fine fabric of the lingerie wasdesigned to highlight his incredible body as it hinted at feminine curves I hada feeling he’d love to have. My boy was an omega from another time when male omegascould have dressed sweetly in public in demure dresses and then shocked theiralphas at night with wicked nighties.

The fabric stopped just above his cock,letting the restraint and his slender erection draw the eye. He’d be the centerof attention in any room he walked into in that outfit and he’d love everyminute. So would I…but only because he was mine and they’d never have him.

I was going to love showing them everythingthey’d never get.

He was incredible. But he was missing onething.

Moving my hands away from his temptingbody, I turned back to the couch and picked up the pretty pink collar that matchedthe cock ring. “We haven’t known each other long enough for me to give you apermanent collar. This one is just for playtime and to remind you who youbelong to.”

A collar was always important, even atemporary one.

Austin nodded slowly before tilting hischin up and closing his eyes. He looked like he was made for my collar. Nomatter how illogical our relationship looked to anyone watching from theoutside, I knew how I felt and I trusted myself. I also trusted Austin.

But it was still too soon for a permanent collar,no matter how right it felt.

As I wrapped the petal-soft leather aroundhis neck, it didn’t feel that way, though.

“Look at you, pretty boy.” When it wassafely buckled around his neck, I trailed my fingers down his body from collarto cock ring, which I viewed as a second collar. He was trembling and needy,but so fucking perfect it was like time stopped.

How had he fallen right in my lap?

“It’s time to make my slave dinner.”Trailing my finger around his cock, I explored his length and marveled at howthe faintest touch made him shiver.

I knew he’d probably had issues in the pastaccepting what made him different, but as I looked at him, all I could see wasan incredibly responsive, utterly wicked man who gave himself completely to hisMaster.

As I played with him, I reached behind myselfand grabbed a cushion off the couch. It wasn’t designed for kneeling, but Ididn’t have anything in the house that was. I wasn’t exactly a pillow kind ofguy. Even the bed only had two basic ones. It would work for the time being,but it was another thing to add to the list.

I should have planned everything better,but I hadn’t expected to bring him home.

Fuck.

Dinner.