“Right,” Victor said, standing and heading back to the kitchen. “I just need to take care of a few things, then maybe I’ll let you come while you bounce on my cock.”
“Yes, Master,” I sighed as I listened to him clean up some dishes.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this happy, or this relaxed, even though I was bristling with denial.
At the same time, I was ashamed down to the marrow of my bones. Something was horribly wrong with me. Omegas were supposed to be proud and strong. We were not supposed to want alphas to treat us like fuck toys. I was a disgrace to omegas everywhere by wanting Victor to humiliate me even more than he already had.
CHAPTER FOUR
Victor
Not more than ten minutes after getting Simon up to the penthouse and I had already veered wildly off-script. Usually, I brought omegas up to my play space, teased them for a while, maybe had them suck my cock, and if they were into impact play, I might flog them before letting them come.
With Simon, I’d wanted him so deeply right from the start that my desire had overridden good sense, and I’d bent him over and fucked him at the first opportunity.
And it had been magnificent. It usually took me a day or so to get into the fantasy before I could have orgasms so powerful my knot wanted to flare, even though the omega hadn’t been in heat. My inner alpha was deeply disappointed that Simon wasn’t in heat. It kept growling things at me like “breed”, “mate”, and “claim”.
I’d needed to take a quick step back after I slid out of Simon, but for his sake, for the sake of maintaining his fantasy,I claimed I wanted to make a snack and just look at him for a while.
I did want to look at him. But I also needed to hit pause for myself and come to grips with what I’d just done. The fact that I did that while watching Simon’s stretched-out hole leak his fluid and mine was just a bonus.
When we’d corresponded via email to set up the fantasy, Simon and I had talked about our experience levels along with what we wanted. Simon had been very clear that this was the first time he’d ever done anything like this, either with the Dark Fantasies Club or on his own. He’d hinted at a few encounters with alphas that he’d considered on the kinky side, but when I’d asked specific questions about submission and playing a slave, he was clear he’d never done it before.
You could have fooled me.
Simon was such a natural submissive that it had my skin prickling, my cock constantly ready to get hard, and my instinct to dominate roaring with excitement. He’d gone straight into a perfect kneeling pose. He’d allowed me to fuck his throat like he had no will of his own. And he just draped there, probably knowing what he looked like with his hole open wide to me, while I ate a sandwich, drank my tea, and puzzled over him.
He was a perfect submissive, but something wasn’t right. The way his head stayed down without a hint of breaking the scene, the way his body was beyond limp, and the way his cock remained rigid through all of that had my senses pinging. I didn’t just want to fuck and use Simon, I wanted to take care of him and protect him from whatever had beat him down.
“Right. I think we’re ready to head down to the office,” I said after I finished my snack, cleaned up, and dressed in my suit again.
Simon didn’t reply, which had me thinking he’d fallen asleep for a moment. But when I went to pull him up from his draped position, his eyes were open and his breathing was steady.
He hadn’t fallen asleep, he’d dropped into some kind of light subspace that had him just a bit loopy.
“Stand straight,” I ordered him after turning him to face me. “Hold your hands out.”
Simon blinked, coming back into focus, then followed the order without question.
I stepped to the side, fetching a collar and cuffs for his wrists and ankles from a drawer in a cabinet that held all sorts of fun toys against the wall. When I brought them back, Simon had already held out his arms for me to cuff him. His eyes shone with what I could only describe as giddy, terrified anticipation. He didn’t say anything as I fastened the thick, leather cuffs, both wrists and ankles, but he caught his breath when I put the collar around his neck.
“Good boy,” I said, then walked back to the table to fetch a short leash.
When I came back and clipped one end of the leash to a ring in the front of his collar, Simon’s face flushed pink, and his mouth parted with gentle pants.
I had enough experience to know he liked the restraints. I also had enough to know they distressed him. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d interacted with an omega who had conflicted feelings about submitting. Who wouldn’t have at least a bit of an instinctual struggle to give up their will to someone else, someone they’d just met?
“Come along,” I told him, jerking the chain slightly and leading him toward the elevator doors.
I kept a sharp eye on Simon while pretending not to look at him as I hit the elevator door, then waited. I caught the way his breathing increased and the way the flush on his face spread tothe rest of his body. His hard cock flagged, and I saw a few signs of shifting tension in him.
I knew why, even before the elevator doors slid open and I tugged him inside, then hit the button for the fourteenth floor. Simon didn’t know I owned the entire building we were in now. He didn’t know that the penthouse and the fourteenth floor were reserved exclusively for my use, and that no one could enter either of those floors without a code, which I punched in on the keypad before we started our journey down. For all he knew, I was about to walk him through the busy, Norwalk street in the middle of the afternoon, naked, wearing restraints, and still drippy and sticky with cum and slick.
Simon caught his breath when the doors slid open into the mock office set-up I used for my fantasies. It was empty, but I had the feeling that didn’t keep him from imagining that all of the cubicles and side offices that we walked through after leaving the elevator were filled with curious employees who would ogle him.
I peeked sideways again to see if he liked the fantasy of being displayed to strangers. I couldn’t quite tell. He was half hard, but I didn’t quite know him well enough to know what part of his imagination was lighting up as we crossed the space to my corner office.
“I have work to do,” I told him, leading him around the stylish, avant-garde chairs in front of my huge, glass-top desk. “I want you to be a good boy and hold my cock while I work.”