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He’d lost the bet, so he was going out in the brown dress thing, ready or not. Sam stood in front of the mirror in the guest house bathroom, looking at himself in it. He wasn’t used to showing that skin, for sure, but it was looked at objectively, not that much skin compared to what Omegas often wore. The dress showed cleavage down to his navel, but he wasn’t actually revealing that much. It was a dress, true, but after a frantic call to Sarah, the stylist who’d helped him pick it out, Sam had it styled so he didn’t feel too femme. Luke had never said that he was allowed to wear only the dress to this date at a restaurant. He had on tight, brown leather pants underneath, so his legs weren’t bare and he had on a thick, stompy pair of boots. They’d gone over a lot of different styling options, from wearing it open like a duster, over jeans and an opaque t-shirt, to all the way to open like a duster, tits out and nothing but lace panties covering just enough to be legal. Maybe he’d try that look someday but tonight, this seemed just right.
He finished his hair, shaking the silky locks through his fingers like the hair dresser had showed him. He looked at himself in the mirror and he could almost see what Luke saw in him, that he was not only hot the way he was, but maybe, possibly, beautiful just the way he was, even with his oversized body. On a whim, he readjusted the neckline of the dress, opened it up more, so he was completely tits out, his big breasts out in the open. Then he undid the single fastener at his naval so his torso was completely bare. Omegas walked around in far, far less all the time, especially for a date night like tonight was.
Sam was feeling more confident than usual today. Luke had spent a long time this afternoon worshipping them, suckling on them, playing with the nipples, doing his best to bring Sam to an orgasm with nipple and breast play only. In the end, they hadn’t gotten there, but not through Sam’s fault. Luke had lost the willpower to refrain and folded Sam like a lawn chair, fucked him hard, Sam’s legs over Luke’s shoulders. It had been awesome. Something about the whole experience made him want to show them off a little.
“Ready?” Luke called from the hallway.
Sam turned around without thinking, tits out. Luke’s jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out, just like one of those cartoon characters. It took a moment for him to get himself together.
“I, uh, thought you were wearing it a little more buttoned up,” Luke said.
Luke was dressed up in what Sam had come to think of as “Rock Star Uniform No. 2”, a black leather jacket, black t-shirt and black leather pants. Black boots. All black everything. It seemed formal enough for almost everything, or at least Luke got away with it all the time. Rock Star Uniform No. 1 was more or less the same thing but an t-shirt from some obscure band and black sneakers.
“I could. If you want me to,” Sam said, reaching for the button, so he could put the tits away.
“No, by all means, dress however you want.”
“You like it this way. You think I’m a sexy bitch dressed like this.”
“I don’t think you are,” Luke said. “I know you are.”
“So you think I should go out to the restaurant like this, tits out and proud?”
Luke answered by picking Sam up and setting him down on the edge of the vanity, standing between Sam’s spread wide thighs.
“Gonna spoil my appetite at little,” Luke said before latching his mouth onto a nipple.
Sam wrapped his arms around his Alpha, holding on to him as he nursed. His nipples were a little sore from all the attention earlier in the day, but a warm contentment grew in him as Luke drained him again. Something was almost hypnotic about the way he felt when they did this, a trance state.
“If you don’t stop soon, we’ll never get out the door,” Sam said. “You promised me steak at Sandalphon not getting railed on the bathroom vanity again.”
Not that getting railed in the bathroom didn’t have its appeal too. But they’d been having sex on and off all day. They were going out. He’d been promised a date, out in public.
“You are way more delicious than any meal I can think of,” Luke said. “But I was promised a night out with my sexy mate.”
They made it out the door only to find a big black car with a driver waiting for them rather than Luke’s car.
“We’re not taking the firebird?” Sam asked.
“I thought I might be too distracted to drive with you wearing that,” Luke said. “I was right.”
Luke definitely would have been too distracted. He spent most of the brief drive to the restaurant with his mouth on Sam’s tits and his hand down Sam’s pants, trying to drive Sam crazy, or at least make it so that Sam stepped out of the car with flushed cheeks and messy hair and tits that were still leaking a little bit of milk. With a cunt dripping slick and the scent of it all around him. He was a mess. A hot, sexy mess and for the first time, he felt the appeal of it, showing off in public like this.
Inside, at the hostess stand, the woman taking care of their reservation, after clicking through her computer for far longer than it should have taken, said to Luke, “I’m very sorry, Sir. There’s been a booking error. I’m afraid there aren’t any seatings in the modern room. We do have a chaise and table in the traditional lounge if that suits you. It’s one of the best tables in the house.”
Luke looked at Sam very worried, then asked the woman, “How traditional is traditional?”
“Very, however, collars and leashes are optional. Pussy spanking is allowed if you decide to discipline your Omega. But your Omega does not meet our dress code requirements for the Traditional lounge.”
One thing he and Luke had agreed on was that Sam would never, ever be on a collar or a leash. Sam had seen pictures of Dean out in public with Michael on a leash, one attached to the ring in Dean’s cock and he’d even asked Dean about that, why he’d allowed that to happen, only to get a very red faced, stammering Dean who couldn’t answer, leading Sam to think that Dean got very turned on by the whole thing. It was a sex thing for him, and maybe not even really a submission thing.
“How so?”
“He’s wearing long pants,” she said. She said this if she couldn’t imagine an Omega would dare do such a thing, even in the winter. It was in the mid twenties outside, with light snow. The very short walk from the valet drop off to the door had been bad enough dressed the way he was.
“What do you think, Sam?” Luke asked. “We could go somewhere else? How do you feel about spanking?”
“I’d be happy to spank you any time. You know that,” Sam said, softly to Luke.
That was something they had talked about but not done yet. One morning, they’d gone into the big house for breakfast a little earlier than normal only to find Castiel over Michael’s knee, completely naked, getting his ass spanked to bright red with a leather paddle. Michael had just finished up quickly and instructed Castiel to go upstairs and get showered. Michael had not offered explanation nor apology. Afterwards, when they were alone, Sam had said that was another thing he would never allow Luke to do to him. Luke had taken the position that a spanking, when done in a certain way, could be extremely pleasurable and that yes, he liked them. Would Sam maybe be game to spank him sometime? It had taken Sam a while to think, but he’d eventually decided Luke might be right.
“Could Sam have his own chair?” Luke asked.
“Sir’s omega may sit on his lap or a floor cushion,” the woman said, tartly, as if offended by Luke’s question.
Luke looked inclined to refuse the changed reservation, but at that moment, the door to the traditional lounge opened and Sam caught sight of the room. It was lush, decorated in gold and dark green with dim mood lighting, soft music playing. Mostly the Omegas were sitting on their alphas’ laps, though he caught sight of one kneeling on a cushion between an Alpha’s legs, head buried in the Alpha’s lap. Every Omega had tits out and many of them were either being nursed on or just being played with. Overall, the scent coming from the room was content and happy, or just plain turned on Omega, not even a whiff of uncomfortable, fearful Omega, even though some of them did have collars or nipple clamps or in one case, his arms bound behind his back. Then the door closed, shutting off the intoxicating, debauched scene.
“I want to try it,” Sam whispered to Luke. They’d talked about that, how sometimes, they might have to go places where people didn’t expect Sam to speak, that Luke might have to speak for him and this seemed like one of those places. He’d been warned in advance that restaurant staff in this place would normally expect Luke to order for Sam. It would just be for a few hours. He could handle that. “We don’t have to participate, right? We can just watch?”
He’d begged Luke to take him to the Hellfire Club a few times and Luke had been firm that wasn’t happening until Sam was older. This seemed as close as you could get to the sex club without it actually being a sex club.
“And the pants are the only issue?” Luke asked the woman who nodded.
He wasn’t sure where he got the boldness, what made him do it, what gremlin or demons in his head, but Sam undid the zipper to his leather pants and pushed them down. He’d forgotten until that point that he didn’t have any panties on, that he’d gone commando, but no one batted an eye when he stood there naked except for the dress/duster thing. Sam picked the pants up off the floor and folded them neatly. He handed them to Luke. Sam couldn’t help but notice the damp stain on the crotch. The pants must have reeked of his slick, but that’s what Luke got for doing that in the car on the way somewhere.
“Great,” Luke said. He handed the folded pants to the woman. “We’ll take the table. Maybe you can see these get to coat check or something.”
They were led into the Traditional Lounge, taken to a small table that had a sort of chaise lounge instead of a chair and on the floor, a large velvet cushion. The music was provided by a trio of musicians- piano, drums and a standing bass and the tunes were mellow, the piano part complex. For the moment at least, Luke seemed more interested in the music than anything, including his mostly naked mate.
As they settled on the chaise, Sam on Luke’s lap, Luke said, “That’s Sandalphon himself at the piano. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him perform.”
For a long time, they just sat and listened. Someone came and asked Luke about drink and appetizers and eventually glasses and a couple of small plates were brought. Luke ignored them and Sam didn’t think he should touch them. Looking around, you could see that universally, the Omegas were being hand fed by their Alphas, not eating on their own. If they were playing the part for this little while, he should play the part. Sam was more curious than wanting but nothing had happened so far that he hated. He’d sat on Luke’s lap plenty, to the point where he felt a lot less awkward for being taller than his mate. They hadn’t tried hand feeding before but Sam was willing to give it a try in this particular situation.
When the set was over and the musicians had left the stage behind, Luke realized he’d been neglecting Sam and the food that had been ordered.
“You didn’t have to wait for me to get started,” Luke said.
“I did, Alpha,” Sam said, hoping Luke would recognize that in this moment, in this room, the situation they’d gotten themselves into, Alpha meant more than the knot on Luke’s penis. It felt like in their daily lives, Luke wasn’t an Alpha and Sam wasn’t an Omega, they just were who they were to each other. Here in this room, Luke had a part to play, Sam his. Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at Sam’s use of ‘Alpha’.
“Did you want me to be your Alpha like that?”
Luke looked around the room, indicating the table a couple seats over where the Omega was kneeling on a cushion between an Alpha’s legs. Did that Alpha have his zipper undone and his cock deep in the Omega’s mouth, no one moving. The Omega wasn’t sucking cock. He was just holding it in his mouth.
“I want to try it,” Sam said. “Just for a little while. Can I safeword?”
“Sweetheart, you can always safeword for any reason. Everything that happens tonight stays here tonight,” Luke said. “We’re done when we get home. Red or green?”
“Green,” Sam said. Then added, “I still don’t want to get spanked. I’ll be good.”
Luke looked deeply in Sam’s eyes and nodded, “I know you’ll be my good Omega. No one will be a better, sweeter Omega than you, Sammy. Maybe we should start with a little hand feeding?”