Page 1 of His Master

CHAPTER ONE

Simon

Iwasn’t anything like my brother, Hayden. That went without saying. Hayden was bold, sassy, and irreverent. He went after the things he wanted from life and didn’t care what anyone, especially our parents, thought. He’d been part of the Dark Fantasies Club for years and had enjoyed all sorts of outrageous and, to my thinking, borderline dangerous sexual fantasies to get his jollies. How did an omega even do that in this day and age?

How indeed. Because after a year of Hayden poking fun at me and badgering me to sign up for the app and indulge in a little fantasy play of my own, I’d actually gone ahead and done it.

Oh God, I’d done it!

I honestly wasn’t serious about it at first. The only reason I downloaded the Dark Fantasies Club app and created a profile was because Hayden had been driving me up a wall with his and Mason’s wedding plans. In a moment of frustration about his nagging, and desperation to get away from our parents’ constantbarbs about how “we never thought Hayden would be the first of you to get married,” and “Simon is so sweet and docile we were certain he’d catch a suitable alpha’s eye and settle down before now,” I went ahead and did it.

I would have deleted the app as soon as I calmed down and started to think rationally again, but that was when I stumbled across Victor Woodbury’s profile.

Oh my God, Victor Woodbury.

I’d met him once, at Hayden and Mason’s housewarming party a few months ago. I hadn’t even met him, really, I’d just seen him. Seen him and had every omega sense within me pinging in an instant. I was on the fence about whether I thought omegas really had a second sense for a compatible alpha when they saw one, but just a glance at Victor Woodbury as he’d spoken to Hayden and Mason, apologizing for his uncle’s part in Hayden’s brief kidnapping several months before, and my insides were buzzing.

Not gonna lie, my hole started fluttering and I might have leaked a little bit of slick, too. But could you blame me? Victor was tall with broad shoulders and a dusky, dangerous look. He had strong cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be a huge contrast to his dark hair. Most importantly, he was wearing a suit.

How could I resist an alpha like that? Hayden teased me about having a suit fetish, but alphas just looked so commanding and powerful in a suit.

Okay, maybe I did have a suit fetish.

Spotting Victor Woodbury’s profile on the Dark Fantasies app immediately made me switch from deleting the app and all my personal data to filling out the section detailing exactly what sort of fantasy I wanted to indulge in, down to minute details.

I was honest, and I didn’t pull any punches. It was embarrassing, but I’d always wanted to feel what it would be liketo be, well, basically a sex slave for a powerful alpha. My hands shook a bit as I ticked off the boxes on that part of the website for degradation, humiliation, and consensual non-consent.

I didn’t really expect anything to happen. I mean, I wasn’t naïve enough to believe I wouldn’t get a dozen requests from alphas to play with me. As much as I struggled with my fantasies, I knew there were a heck of a lot of alphas out there who craved a deeply submissive omega to play with.

That was part of the problem, really. In the modern world, omegas weren’t supposed to want to be submissive. Omegas had won so many rights since my grandparents’ generation. We were supposed to be proud and ambitious, to want jobs instead of families, and to stand up for ourselves all the time. We were supposed to be like Hayden.

I had a job, although it was working as a paralegal for my parents’ law firm. I preferred art and music and gentle activities, though. I tried constantly to be brave and assertive, like Hayden and my papa. But I also got off to porn with omegas being “put in their place” and fucked mercilessly and forcibly bred during heat.

It was humiliating. I wasn’t supposed to like those things, let alone crave them.

And then, amidst the dozens of expressions of interest I got on the Dark Fantasies app, Victor Woodbury clicked on me.

Now, here I was, packing a small overnight bag, hands trembling, stomach in knots, as I prepared for my first ever slave fantasy with an alpha who made me want to drop to my knees just thinking about him.

I couldn’t believe I’d actually agreed to this. I couldn’t believe I was really doing it, or that Victor Woodbury would be the alpha playing with me. I couldn’t believe I was that brave.

Really, I wasn’t.

Case in point, as I carried my overnight bag down to the kitchen of my family’s house—and the fact that I still lived at home with my parents at age twenty-four should have been a dead giveaway to my nature—intending to walk through to the garage and my car, only to find Hayden standing by the fridge, Junior in his arms, raiding our parents’ food, had me jumping out of my skin.

“Hayden!” I nearly shouted in my shock. “What are you doing here?”

“We decided to stop by to say hello to Granddad and Grandpa, but they don’t seem to be here,” Hayden said, backing out of the fridge with a smile.

Hayden held one of the gourmet sausages our parents had picked up at a country farm stand last weekend in one hand as he bounced Junior against his shoulder with the other. It seemed only fitting that Hayden had a sausage in his hand. And a baby to show for it.

“Dad and Papa aren’t here,” I said, shifting my overnight bag subtly behind my back. “They’ve gone off to what they say is a legal retreat for the weekend.”

“Ah, so they’re off bonking each other’s brains out,” Hayden said with a serious nod.

My face flushed. I hated it when Hayden talked about sex and our parents in the same sentence.

Hayden noticed my overnight bag at that point and broke into a smile.

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