You’d never find anyone who described me as a dom who didn’t take the best care of his subs.

I was more eager than I’d ever been to prove that to Danny, the most lovely, delicate, submissive omega I’d seen in a long time.

Sure, I hooked up. Occasionally. Well, maybe every other year. If that.

Point was, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d hooked up with an omega. And I hadn’t been expecting to hook up with one tonight, but when the universe drops such a beautiful person in your lap, you don’t say no, you know?

I wanted nothing more than to feel my hand wrapped around his slim, smooth neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he realized what a predicament he was in… I wanted to press my big, muscular alpha body up against his and make him realize just how turned on I was.

And I could do that. We were kissing. I had no idea who’d even initiated it, but I put my hand around the back of his neck, testing how he’d respond to my small checks of his submissiveness, and I was pleased by what I found.

Danny leaned back into my hand, like his neck was made to have my fingers wrapped around it, and I relished feeling his pulse under my touch, skittering as he became more and more aroused.

I pulled away from the kiss after enjoying exploring his mouth like an alpha should—thoroughly, showing him that he was mine to take for tonight.

“You ready to undress for me, omega?” I asked in a sultry voice, the tone I knew drove omegas wild.

And sure enough, it worked on him. I could see him practically squirming in my arms, and I let him pull back so he could take his shirt off. As he unbuttoned it, I admired his slender fingers, and soon enough, I saw his peaked nipples standing out from a pale, hairless chest. Danny pretty clearly epitomized the word twink.

“You’re so sexy,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from him. He was beautiful, so exquisite in the dim mood lighting. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of him.

“I think you’re sexy,” he replied, and I could tell. His cock looked like it was fully erect under his jeans.

“Let’s help you out a little,” I said, reaching down to unbutton his pants. I helped him take his underwear off with them, and he made sure he was completely naked.

This was what I liked to see. I found it sexy when I was wearing clothes and my omega wasn’t, and just watching his cock twitch under my scrutiny was making me leak precum all over my pants.

I could even smell his slick now, meaning even his ass was already ready for my use. I could tell he wanted to please me so badly—it was written plainly in his eyes. That look of hopefulness, curious regard? He wanted my approval and he would do anything to get it.

A thought flickered in the back of my mind—what if this Danny was worth more than just a hook up? What if… he had the potential for something more?

No, no, I couldn’t entertain those thoughts now. This sub was physically, emotionally, and mentally in my hands now, and I had to concentrate on him.

He needed touch. I put my hands on his shoulders and he whimpered slightly, a noise that pleased me. He was such an incredibly beautiful sub that I couldn’t even bear to treat him roughly, but that was, after all, part of the fun. Seeing that pristine ass reddened and streaked with marks, seeing a cock throbbing with a delayed orgasm. Bringing subs to their rock bottom so they’d beg for anything.

I let him feel my hands on him so that he’d calm a little. Being in such a sexually charged environment was often a lot for subs to manage, even if they were experienced, and I wanted to induce a mild subspace in him so he wouldn’t be overwhelmed.

The best way to do that was with a little pain.

“Alright, boy, let’s turn you over and see that ass.”

I helped position him so that his hands were planted on the seat and his ass was up in the air. We’d begun to attract some viewers, and they respectfully kept their distance and whispered to each other to avoid interrupting us.

I gently rubbed his ass before giving it a strong thwack! with my hand. I was experienced at administering pain with just my palm, and he cried out, his cock twitching.

Now I would get to see how much he could take. That was always fun, and it turned into a tense game of chicken between dom and sub sometimes, neither one wanting to give up.

Of course, I’d be more careful since this was our first time playing, but my cock was already throbbing painfully at the thought of seeing him jump and squirm.

I hit him several more times in quick succession, without giving him a break. The rush of adrenaline from the pain would induce a haze in his mind, if he let it, and he would be in subspace.

A lot of subs I’d played with liked subspace because it was like an altered state unto itself, not unlike being drunk or high. I couldn’t fully understand it, but I could see the look on their faces.

I could see it on Danny’s face now. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth was hanging open slightly. He was definitely in the thick of subspace, and my cock was responding accordingly.

I really wanted to take his ass right then and there.

Maybe it was time.

“You ready for my cock, boy?” I asked in a low growl, and I could smell his slick from where I was as he became more and more aroused.

He moaned and squirmed where he was, wiggling his ass very enticingly at me.

I smacked it several times in quick succession. “I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes, sir,” he whimpered. “P-please.”

“Good,” I said. I liked a bratty sub every once in a while, but it was incredibly satisfying to just see someone bend to your will. “Now stay still while I prepare you.”

I walked up to him and straightened his position so his ass was at cock-level, then slid two fingers into his waiting hole, enjoying the way he pushed back at me.

“You feel ready,” I said, “all wet for my hard cock.”

“Y-yes, sir,” he said again.

I unzipped my pants and took my cock out, stroking it slightly, not that it needed it. This was a special sub; I hadn’t been this hard for anyone else in recent memory.

I pressed the tip of my cock at his entrance and gently pushed, sliding it right in. He was so wet that it didn’t take much effort for me to squeeze my full length into him, and he groaned pleasingly as he took me.

“Good boy,” I said, holding his ass as I started to slide in and out of him. He was tight and wet and everything I wanted in that moment, and as I increased my speed, he started making even more pleasing sounds. They only spurred me on.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I growled, bending over him a little so he could feel my alpha weight looming over him. He turned back to look at my face and we made eye contact, and something about that sparked something inside me, a flicker of my alpha-ness that hadn’t risen to the surface before.

I held contact with his bright eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, as I fucked him harder, willing him to take everything I could give, testing him to see how much he could take.

And I kept pushing. I went deep and hard, almost to the base of my cock, my balls tightening and slapping against his ass as I pounded. I could see his submission in his eyes. He was giving me his whole self.

No other subs had done that for me.

This was special, I could tell, as I felt the ripples of pleasure flow through me. I reached down and started stroking his cock too, and his frantic moans told me he was getting close to orgasm as well.

“Cum for me,” I said, “when you’re ready.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” he keened, and that was all I needed—my sub’s gratitude—to push me over the edge.

I came hard in his ass, holding him tightly against me as the pleasure flowed through me. I had never felt an orgasm this powerful in my life. Danny and his ass were something else.

He came soon after I did, shuddering against me with my thick alpha cock still buried in him. I could only imagine how good it felt for him, if it was even a fraction as good as the orgasm I’d had.

I slid my cock out of him and grabbed a tissue to clean him up, then sat down next to him and pulled him to me, holding him close as he came down from the high of orgasm and subspace combined.

Aftercare always crossed boundaries for me, personally. I couldn’t not feel something for someone after they’d given me so much of themselves and were trembling in my arms. But I couldn’t say no to Danny, as intriguing as he was, and as worried as I was that I would develop feelings for him.

I didn’t believe in love, as a rule. Maybe cliché, or stupid, but it wasn’t a priority in my life.

But it was hard for me to believe that as I continued to hold Danny. Danny was so tender and vulnerable and the space we created between us was so precious. I’d played with subs before, but Danny was different. I wasn’t sure why.

He pulled away before I did, and he gave me a shy smile as I helped him find his clothes and get dressed. The people that had been watching our scene previously had dissipated, giving us some privacy as we came down.

“That was great,” said Danny, grinning at me, and I could already feel the façade falling over his face. He was going back into his shell.

Did I want to get him out of it again? Yeah. But you had to be careful in such an emotional atmosphere.

I thought about asking for his number. It’d be nice to play with him again.

But who was I fooling? I could tell my heart knew what it wanted and was manipulating me into feeling like I should ask him for more. But how could I? He clearly didn’t want anything.

In fact, with another shy smile and glance at me, he turned to leave.

“Wait,” I said. “It was great for me, too.” I offered him a smile in return, and with a nod of his head, he disappeared into the crowd.

That wasn’t the weirdest exit a sub had made, but it certainly seemed like he wanted to disappear as quickly as possible. I didn’t know why, and I was probably never going to find out.

I didn’t know if he was going to come back here, but now the ball was in his court. If he wanted to see me again, he knew where to find me.

I found Caden at the bar, feeling like I needed to be away from the main play space. A lot of people focused on how subs felt after playing—and rightly so—but doms needed some self-care and TLC too. And seeing how emotional that had gotten made me realize I needed more care than I’d thought.

Caden was at the bar, and I sat down next to him as Goldie poured my usual.

“I saw you play with that sub,” he commented. “You like him?”

“Yeah,” I said. “He slipped away, though. No number or anything.”

Caden frowned. “Yikes.”

“Yeah…” I sighed. “I guess I was hoping for something more. Or, well, not even something romantic, but just a connection, you know?”

“Like a relationship?” Caden narrowed his eyes at me; I was the member of our friend group who carefully avoided relationships, and he knew it.

“No,” I said, a little snappier than I’d intended. “I just want to know I have a connection with someone. One-night stands and one-off scenes are fun, but… where’s the continuity?”

“Makes sense,” said Caden, “but maybe it is time to find a partner. I mean, how can you have that continuity without it blowing up eventually? Most people can’t handle friends with benefits type situations for an extended period of time.”

“Yeah…” I said, not wanting to hear the truth. I was stuck in a catch-22. Enter the perilous and doomed-to-fail world of relationships, or have strings of hot but short-lived trysts?

Caden, despite being my best friend, didn’t know the real reason I avoided relationships. He knew my parents had gotten a nasty divorce way back when, but that was only part of it.

I knew people could have healthy relationships. Most people around me didn’t get divorces. I’d seen plenty of old couples who were happy and healthy together.

But I knew that I personally wasn’t destined for that kind of life. How could I be? I’d been tainted by the shadow of my parents’ divorce. They were flawed people, and I had come from them. I was bound to repeat the same patterns that had led them into ruin.

I could see that other people were fine. Caden and Oliver were going to do great; they were going to have a long and happy life together. Despite what Oliver had been through, they didn’t have the same kind of baggage I did.

But I was like my parents in many ways, both good and bad, and I couldn’t take the risk. I didn’t want to embark on what seemed like a promising relationship, only to discover some flaw that would arise and consume me in a fiery blaze. Well, maybe that was overdramatic. But seeing my parents and their relationship… it was enough to scar a child.

My heart yearned for Danny, though, and my wanting an omega after just one play session was disturbing. I couldn’t fall that hard.

God, what was I to do?

Well, there probably wasn’t much to be done, right? I didn’t get his number, and unless he came back here, I’d never see him again. I’d gotten a taste of what good kink could be like, enough to tempt me into trying it again, and I didn’t know if I should go down that path…

“You okay, man?”

Caden’s voice cut into my thoughts, and I looked up to see him gazing at me with furrowed brows.

I shook my head. “Yeah, no, it’s fine. That omega got to me, I guess.”

Caden nodded sagely, like he wanted to say something, but he refrained, instead sipping his drink.

Eventually, another mutual friend of ours came to talk to him and I tuned out of the conversation, unable to think about anything except Danny and how hard he made my cock.

And how tender my heart felt when he submitted to me, but I didn’t even want to admit that to myself.

I just had to move on, I told myself.

Even as I knew that wasn’t going to happen.