Page 3 of Game On

Phil handed me a keycard that he produced from the pocket of his button-up shirt. “You’ll be in studio thirteen. I’ll lead you there after we go over your stoplight sheet. This is the lounge for the floor—you’ll have regular deliveries of snacks, meals, andwater, but if you need anything, or want anything else, you are welcome to take whatever.”

I nodded, still ruminating in the back of my mind about the strangeness of the comfortable space.

“Staff will check on you regularly unless you put your card on the door requesting privacy. Your alpha, or alphas, are also trained to reach out if you need anything whatsoever, and our front desk is manned twenty-four hours.”

“Okay…” then, it hit me. “It doesn’t smell like alpha in here.”

Phil laughed, shaking his head, and I wanted to strangle him… or have my way with him, I couldn’t decide. “Of course not. The alphas enter from doors on the other side of the room, this area is private for you omegas, save for a few members of our team—betas, don’t worry—” he said, mistaking my the eager gleam in my eye for apprehension as he patted my hand. “Who ensure that our cleanliness standards continue to be met.”

“Right…” I nodded, clearing my throat. “Of course.”

“Alright, so…” he tapped away at a couple screens. “Green lights—Oh, um…”

“Maybe it’s easier if you just go through the yellows and red,” I offered, knowing that I’d greenlit everything from the basics like praise, breeding, and oral—to kitten play, shibari and flogging.

I nodded as he looked at me for confirmation. “Yellow lights—” he paused, uncertainty clouding his tone. “Penetration…?”

Yeah, Phil. I don’t know why I’m here then either buddy.

I nodded.

Now sure it wasn’t a mistake, Phil confirmed it and continued. “Red lights—age play, scat, somnophilia?”

“Yep, all correct,” I said, a bit of attitude filtering into my tone. But could I be blamed?

I was on the edge of a total heat-fueled meltdown and being forced to think about the least sexy things I could think of.

“Safe word?”

“Photosynthesis.”

“Fantastic, if you’ll follow me, I can show you to your room.” A few more taps on the tablet, and Phil is on his feet again, motioning for me to follow him.

Fucking finally, I thought, as we made our way back down the hall to the door marked number thirteen.

“Use your keycard please, I’d like to make sure it works.”

I did as the beta instructed, the reader lighting green and the handle giving to my touch as I swung the door inward to a room that I’d only pictured in my wildest, sex-dungeon-soaked dreams.

There was a small bathroom with a freestanding tub just to the right of the door, a closet with open shelves lined with pillows and blankets, a hamper and a fluffy white robe on the other side. Further into the room, the deep purple walls were warmed slightly by lamps dotted on every surface, keeping things comfortably dim.

The far wall housed a door and mirror, as well as racks of whips, belts, and floggers of every shape, size, and color. Curious little sliding panels dotted along the bottom half of the wall like wainscoting, and I realized with a voracious pang of need that they opened to the gloryholes I’d seen the room fitted with on the website.

I turned and the bed—bigger than a king and sat in the middle of the room with what looked like a heaping pile of soft comforters, throws, and pillows—caught my eye. My instincts pulled me forward to begin rearranging things while Phil set my bag on the bed, mind going a mile a minute.

It was a bit of a tail spin.

I was torn. On one end, the idea of nesting with whatever alpha came though that door was a little embarrassing, they were just some guy looking to fuck me, and it wasn’t like I hadn’tspent enough heats alone to know that I could handle it… But on the other? I had spent so many heats alone that the idea of cuddling up with someone afterwards and not having to feel the void that came with nesting alone… Okay, yeah. I wanted that.

“Your alpha will come from over there,” Phil said, pointing to the door and pulling my attention away from meticulously refolding a plush velour blanket in deep blue. “That side opens to another hall, a mirror of the one we came from, except the door locks from this side only, so you can allow as much or as little access as you want.”

I nodded, but suddenly his words confused me. “If I keep them on that side, how will they fuck me?”

Though I wasn’t sure if I even wanted them to fuck me, the idea still bore consideration.

He strides forward, showing me how to open the sliding panels. “If you prefer less contact, you can use these. It’s all about the level of contact that meets your needs.”

“I see…” I muttered, something about the open-close making me hot all over. The idea that I’d be able to touch—and be touched—by an alpha who didn’t know what I even looked like… It was exhilarating.

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