The Stained Omega by Elle T Jefferson

His Rogue Omega: Chapter 4.

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“I don’t want to work in the champagne room,” I regret the words the second they leave my mouth, I

take a step back from Jeremy as he looks at me from the other side of his desk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t

mean it.”

“On your knees,” I start to shake as I do as he tells me and lower myself to the floor, I put my eyes

down and spread my knees until they are as far apart as possible. I place my hands palm up on my

thighs and wait for him to issue whatever punishment he deems appropriate this time. “How many

times do we have to go through this?” Jeremy’s voice rubs over me like sandpaper. There was a time

that I loved when he made me do this but then it turned dark, much darker than I liked.

I hear the scrape of his chair as he stands from his desk and then the clinking of the metal tells me he’s

taking off his belt. I shiver and try to hold myself still, I know what’s coming and I really wish he had

picked something else, anything else.

“Lean forward,” I must not move fast enough for him because he grabs the back of my head and

shoves me down onto the wooden floor. “One of these days you are going to just do as you are told.” I

hear the swoosh through the air a split second before the belt hits my back, I don’t cry out, I know this

will only cause me more punishment. I bite my tongue as I feel the metal of the buckle break into my

skin, blood fills my mouth just as I feel the blood trickle down my back. “You make me do this, if you did

what you were told you wouldn’t have to be punished.” A second and third lash comes down just as

hard as the first, he’s just getting started, I know these are nothing compared to

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how he will end. A knock on the office door offers me a small reprieve and Jeremy steps back to

answer it.

“What?” He doesn’t like being interrupted, the person who knocked won’t even see his wrath though.

He reserves that for me and only for

me.

“She’s been requested in the champagne room.” It’s Cyrus, the bar manager, he’s the only other

person who knows how Jeremy treats me.

“Give them a drink on the house, she’ll be out in an hour.” Jeremey slams the door closed, “now where

was I?” I hear the swoosh of the belt as he starts to really lay into me, each lash makes me want to

scream out in agony but I keep it all inside. I’ll save it until I’m alone and no one will hear me, it will be

my own little pity party. I lose count of how many lashes he does, I wish I was in something more than a

bra and g-string. At least a t-shirt would offer some semblance of protection, then again he would

probably rip it from me.

“Now I suggest you dig deep and make those wounds heal up nice and quick, you have a paying

customer.” To this day I don’t know how Jeremy knows what I am but from what I gather he knew it

from the day he first met me. What I thought was a chance encounter in a Seattle coffee shop turned

out to be a calculated move by a dominant

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Jeremy walks away from me and sits back down behind his desk, I keep my eyes on the floor as I will

my back to heal. It’s not always as fast as I would like but it’s much faster than a normal human. I don’t

have a wolf but I do have accelerated healing, so far Jeremy hasn’t hurt me to a point I haven’t been

able to heal myself. I’m not sure how much time passes but soon Jeremy is walking back around me

and wiping at my back, due to the lack of stinging I assume my wounds have closed up and now he’s

just getting rid of the evidence.

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“Make that man see the moon and stars or this punishment will look like a walk in the sun.” He gives

my head another shove to the floor just before he grabs my black hair and pulls me up. “Now give me a

kiss.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before his tongue is being shoved down my throat. I

don’t kiss him back, I just keep my mouth open and let him have his fill. It’s over quickly thanks to the

customer waiting and I am being pushed out of his office.

I keep my head down as I make my way through the corridor and past the other dancers, I’m pretty

sure they know Jeremy beats me but without marks to show they can’t prove it. And neither can I. I’ve

thought about running a few times, when I picture it I imagine myself deep in the woods surrounded by

trees. Maybe next to a stream I can listen to, I’ve always loved the sounds of nature and lately I haven’t

gotten to enjoy it much.

The club is busy tonight, it’s Friday so all the miners are here blowing their wages on women they can

never have. That’s what Jeremy sells here, fantasy and sex, if you can pay enough money you get the

second and if not, then you have to make do with the first. Cyrus is standing by the door into the

champagne room, he’s wearing his normal black slacks and white shirt that barely contains his rounded

stomach. Sometimes he wears a white wife beater but when Jeremy is in he always likes to dress up.

“Come on lass, you’re keeping him waiting.” I try to speed up as much as my stripper heels will allow

but even after two months I still struggle to walk in these things. “He put down a credit card so you can

give him whatever he wants.” I don’t say anything to him as he opens the door to the room and pushes

me inside.

The champagne room is the place you take one of the girls when you don’t want anyone else to know

what you’re up to. It’s a room with a

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massive double bed, a wall of floor to ceiling windows and a two seater sofa with a low back perfect for

bending someone over. In the centre of the room is a perfectly polished stripper pole, the soft lilac of

the room makes it feel like a comfortable safe place. Hidden in the ceiling is a speaker for the music to

be played through and although no one has ever said it I’m almost certain there is a camera or two in

here. It isn’t the room that makes me pause though, it’s the man sitting on the sofa. He’s got this co cky

grin on his face, his hair looks just as ruffled and sh ag gy as always, he is so tall that his legs come out

quite far beyond the tiny sofa.

“Hello.” I don’t say his name in case my suspicions about the camera’s is right.

“Hello kid.” His voice washes over me like water running down a river, he sends goosebumps down my

spine and has this way of making me feel completely naked. Like he can see everything I have and

everything that I am.

“What music would you like?” Cas just shrugs his shoulders as he slides further down into the sofa cus

hions.

“You pick, nice and loud I think.” I nod my head as I walk over to the panel on the wall and choose

Cherry Pie by The Warrant. As the song comes on I can feel it vibrating through my body as I start to

swing my hips and slowly walk over to him.

“Lap or pole?” Cas just looks down at his legs that are spread open ready for me to step in between, I

take the hint and stand between his thighs swinging my hips from side to side.

Normally I take myself somewhere else men tally when I’m in here but with Cas I can’t seem to take my

blue eyes from his chocolate brown ones. He’s holding me captive without even touching me, I bring

my hands up from my hips, slowly caressing the sides of my body. I’m

moving in time with the music and most guys would have their eyes on my ti ts or even my hips but not

Cas, he hasn’t looked anywhere but my eyes. I can’t take the intensity anymore so I turn around giving

him a view of my as s in the red g-string.