Page 57 of Two For the Show
I’m not one for being spanked. I like impact play as much as the next masochist, but spanking doesn’t do it forme. The image in my head of Matteo’s palm striking Alex’s perfect ass has me aching for them to begin.
“Uh, I guess both? I don’t really know.” She reaches out and grabs one of my hands, intertwining our fingers. “How will I know?”
“We can try it,” he tells her, dragging light fingertips down her arm. “We’ll use the stoplight system. Red means stop right now; nothing can continue. Yellow means back up a little, or slow down. If you say yellow, I’ll lighten my spanks or give you more time between them, and check in with you more frequently. But if you’re happy as a clam and enjoying where we are when I check in, say green.”
“And either of you can use those safewords,” I interject. “Sometimes tops get their limits pushed too much and end up uncomfortable.”
“Correct. Please repeat the safe words back to me, Alex.” Matteo’s voice is growing sterner, and I can see him getting into character, so to speak.
“Red means stop right now, yellow means lighten up, green means I’m good,” she recites.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing her on the neck. “I’ll check in with you frequently. Sometimes, bottoms don’t feel like they can speak up. I’m going to make sure you do.”
He gives her a moment to sit in the discussion, running his hands up and down her biceps, trailing his fingers across her collarbone and neck. When her body melts into his, he continues.“Now, we’ll start with ten spanks as a baseline, okay? But we can go up or down based on comfort. Do you want to be over my knee or bent over the side of the couch?”
Please say knee.
Please say knee.
Please say -
“Over your knee, please.” Her voice is nearly a whisper,but both of us hear it, and I nearly faint with how fast the blood rushes to my cock.
“And do you want sex to be a part of it?” There’s no presumption in Matteo’s tone, and I can see the surprise on Alex’s face before she turns and looks at him.
“It’s not always?”
“Nope. Can be. Doesn’t have to be. You can also change your mind at any time.”
After a moment of quiet contemplation, Alex smiles softly. “Can we play it by ear?”
“Sure thing, sweetie,” Matteo says soothingly.
“Back to subspace,” I interject. “You may find that during the act, you feel a little floaty, like you’re no longer in your body. It may feel like you’ve melted into a puddle. It’s normal.” She raises her eyebrows, and I motion dismissively with my hand. “Something something adrenaline rush. I don’t know the full reasoning behind it, but basically, you may feel like mush, and that’s normal. We’ll make sure to bring you out of the scene, but sometimes you can experience a drop or a low after a scene as you come down from the high. But we’ll be here to help you through it, and hopefully minimize it.”
She looks nervous now, but I don’t regret telling her about it. She needs to be fully aware of the potential consequences of this kind of play.
God, I’m glad I didn’t smoke or have an edible. I get to be fully present for this.
“After a rush of adrenaline, there can be a drop with mood changes,” she says thoughtfully. “Okay, so this kind of play triggers my fight or flight, and then has the same come-down period? That makes sense.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the shock that Alex is my Omega. Gorgeous and brilliant. How fucking lucky am I?
“I think that’s all we need to go over for right now,” Matteo says kindly. “I don’t like to use names during scenes, only titles. Are you comfortable with me only calling you Omega and only calling me Beta?”
“I am.” Alex’s scent is thick in the air now, and Matteo’s is surprisingly strong, too. Consent is sexy, and planning a scene out like this doesn’t take any of the fun out of it. It only gets your blood pumping even more in anticipation.
I carefully guide her feet to the floor, and Matteo finds one of her hands while I take the other. As I stand, I bring her with me, before I cross the room and get comfortable on one of the dining chairs.
“Well then, Omega,” Matteo says, his voice dark and thick in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. “Strip.”
Chapter 24
I can feelQuinton’s eyes on my back as I unbutton my jeans. Matteo tracks my movements, looking more predatory than I’ve ever seen the gentle Beta.
When I slide the pants down my legs and step out of them, a soft, pleasured sigh from Quinton has me biting my lip to hide a smile. We’ve done no more than kiss each other, outside of watching one another fuck during the rut, but this feels intimate in a way I can’t describe. I pull my shirt off, leaving me in a pair of pink cotton panties and a lace bra.
“Come here.” Matteo holds out his hand, and I take a few steps toward him. He places one hand on my lower back and uses the other to pull me down, settling me across his lap.
