“In a minute, sweet boy,” I said, thrusting my hips a tiny bit in lieu of a kiss.
Simon’s eyes shone like I’d kissed him sweetly.
I almost threw work out the window to play with my precious omega then and there, but my phone buzzed with Vivien’s reply.
I dragged my eyes away from Simon and picked up my phone.
“No, I thought you took it,” Vivian answered.
I frowned. That meant Uncle Vincent had moved the money. Moved tens of millions of dollars right out from under me and Vivien.
“Do you know what he wants it for?” I asked.
Vivien’s reply took a few seconds to come through.
“How should I know? You two are the ones bickering. Leave me out of it.”
I frowned and huffed a breath through my nose at her flippant attitude.
I’d been trying for months to get Vivien to look more closely at what her father was doing with Victory Holdings, but she didn’t seem to care as long as the money kept coming through to help maintain her yacht on the Riviera and her shopping trips abroad. Vivien might have owned thirty percent of the company, just like I did, with Uncle Vincent owning the controlling forty percent, but she didn’t have much of an interest in the business, even though she was one of the most brilliant and savvy people I knew.
The increased sucking on my cock told me Simon was aware that something was out of sorts. I didn’t want to worry him with any of it. I shouldn’t have brought work into our fantasy in the first place. Simon didn’t have anything to do with Victory Holdings or any of the increasingly shady things my uncle had been doing, like sanctioning omega kidnappings.
A sudden, irrational fear of Simon being kidnapped hit me out of nowhere. Our fantasy time together had barely begun, but I already felt like if anyone so much as laid a hand on my omega, I’d rip their arm off.
That was a sign that it was well past time to put work away and concentrate on the fantasy.
I let out a breath and tapped to a different contact on my phone.
“You can come in whenever you’re ready.”
I sent the message off to my best friend, and my second for this fantasy, Artemis.
One thing I liked to do with my omega fantasy slaves, something Simon and I had discussed via email and that Simon had given the green light to, was bringing other people into thefantasy. Not to fuck. I absolutely did not share my omegas, and Simon had said he didn’t want to be shared. Being looked at and objectified by a third party was within his limits, though.
“On my way,” Artemis replied a minute later.
I smiled, closed a few of the more sensitive tabs on my computer, then gazed down at Simon through the glass of the desktop.
“Suck,” I ordered him.
Like other omegas, Simon responded well to harsh, one-word commands. Unlike other omega playmates, Simon did as he’d been ordered immediately and without grins or winking.
Simon upped the intensity of his attention to my cock, sucking and bobbing and using his tongue to make me hard. He blew me with single-minded focus and little regard for his own gag reflex or the comfort of his throat.
I loved it. I leaned back in my chair, gripping the arms and thrusting my hips up as my orgasm started to form, choking him harder. He took it all gracefully, though, like his sole purpose in life was to bring me off. He even knew to look up at me, eyes streaming involuntarily with his choking, giving me the pleasure of his emotion as well as that of his mouth.
Possessiveness rolled through me along with my building orgasm. As mad as the thought was, I found myself thinking “This is what a real slave is like.”
That glorious feeling washed over me, igniting all of the worst parts of myself that I’d thought I put behind me, but making me feel right in my skin as well. That surge of power, the power to use another person and to control them completely, was beautiful and heady. I wanted to embrace that power and use it to thrust so deep into Simon’s throat that I cut off his air and made him pass out.
Instead, and a little disturbed by my dark instincts, I pulled out, leaving Simon gasping, and used my hand to send myorgasm shooting across Simon’s face. I had a lot of cum in my balls on an ordinary day, and there seemed to be even more than usual as I painted Simon’s face and panting mouth with it.
When I was wrung out, I let out a satisfied sigh and rolled my chair back.
Simon wobbled a little as my rolling away made him lose his balance. He was quick to recover, though, and knelt there, slightly hunched under the desk, his face sticky and his lips still softly parted.
“Did I mention you are a work of art?” I panted, tucking my spent cock away and doing up my trousers. “So beautiful.”
