It was a habit I was trying to break. Nomatter how much Dakota loved his job and how it was part of who he was, heneeded a break from it sometimes.
This could have been one of those times,but as I quietly got closer to the wide oversized doorway to the living room, Iknew which book he was pulling from…the harem one.
Most of his books were contemporary indifferent ways, but there were a few that were historical from different timeperiods. He’d taken some liberties with the harem book, as he called it, butthe historical details he’d researched and incorporated had been incredible.
The scene that greeted me now wasn’t anexact replica from the book, but the two kneeling omegas in costumes that weretoo sheer to be called pants were clearly waiting for their Master to come andfeed them.
This was going to be an interesting evening.
And I was starting to see why he didn’twant messy food…between the carpet and those costumes we didn’t want fooddripping everywhere.
Not this time, at least.
We were going to come back to this sceneanother time when Wade wasn’t around.
Leaving them there to quietly giggle, Iheaded into the kitchen and started reorganizing the food. When I had a tray ofdumplings and eggrolls and mostly sauce-free beef and broccoli, I headed backtoward the living room.
More giggles coming from the living roomhad me clearing my throat. “Is that how my slaves obey when I plan on rewardingthem?”
The laughter quickly silenced, but I hearda quiet moan that could have come from either one of the naughty omegas.
As I walked into the living room, they werekneeling, perfectly still and looking beautiful. Dakota’s innocent perfectionalways drew me in when he looked so submissive, but Wade’s stronger-lookingmasculinity was just as alluring in the sexy costume.
It had to be Dakota’s idea. Wade was tooshy around me still to have set this up, but if he hadn’t safeworded or walkedout when Dakota had talked him into this, I had to assume it was fine with him.
I was going to watch his reactions closelyjust to be sure, however. But I knew it was going to be a balance between beingcareful and being overcareful which would make him think he wasn’t desirable orthat I didn’t want to have even a modified type of scene with him.
Dakota and I were going to have a talk onspringing surprises on me without a longer text message. A few more details andlimits would’ve been helpful.
But I wouldn’t trade this sight for anytext message in the world, so I wasn’t going to fuss too much. Just enough forhim to think about a punishment or spanking later.
“My slaves had one simple instruction…towait quietly while I saw to our feast, but you could not follow even thatsimple command.” I’d let my voice go deep with a hint of possession and I sawboth omegas shiver as they tried to stay still.
Dakota had thought of everything, includingmythroneand a table next to it for the food. The chair was centered inthe middle of the room with a black silken sheet draped over it, and it lookedsurprisingly sexy for an improvised scene.
As I set the food down, I straightened andfolded my arms across my chest and shook my head. “I’d wanted to reward my newslaves for being so beautifully obedient, but I’m starting to think that therumors about the omegas to the west are correct. Incorrigible and untrainable.”
As I made a low tsking sound, Dakota lookedup, giving me pleading eyes even as his cock strained against the fabric of thetiniest pair of underwear I’d ever seen. The pouch barely covered his erectionand I knew if he stood up, the base of his dick would be free from therestraint.
“Master, we were just so excited to get toplease you.” He shifted just enough that the pouch strained even more as hischest leaned closer. The act was very deliberate and very sexy.
Seeing me play along must have relaxed Wadebecause he gave me a matching look, but his was much more genuine which had mequestioning how easily he slipped into subspace. “It was my fault…Master. I wasso excited.”
There was the barest hesitation in hisvoice. It would’ve sounded odd to explain it, but hearing that split second ofsecond-guessing made me more confident that he’d thought through what he wasdoing.
But his words about being excited felt tooreal to be just part of the role. He was looking forward to the scene. I justwished Dakota had given me more of an idea about what Wade had agreed to.
“If my newest slaves cannot be obedient ontheir own, I will be more than happy to step in and teach them what it means tobelong to a Master.” The Dom in the story had been dark and mysterious for mostof the book, teasing with a gentle touch and teaching the omegas in the haremto crave the painful pleasure of his discipline.
The love scenes in that book were some ofthe hottest he’d written and readers had held their breath through the wholething, waiting to see if they would actually fall in love. Rowan had actuallycalled me, screaming that I had to read the end first and tell him if they gottogether.
He’d gotten just a little wound up in thestoryline…not that I’d been much better.
Both of my little slaves made quiet,desperate noises as they stared up at me with needy expressions. Dakota was theone who actually responded, though. “We’re very sorry, Master.”
He reached over slowly and took Wade’shand, lacing their fingers together. In the book, two of the omegas had seducedtheir Master during this scene, so I had a feeling that was the impressionDakota was trying to give. “Please give us another chance.”
The desire in his voice and the way hiscock jerked under the almost completely sheer fabric made me doubt thesincerity of that plea. Now Wade, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to decidewhat he wanted, but since his panty-covered dick was just as hard as Dakota’s,I was going to guess he was leaning toward the spanking side of things.
