Page 15 of His Master

We’d talked about other people dropping by our fantasy when Victor and I had corresponded. We’d talked about a lot ofthings. So many that I couldn’t remember what I’d said about other people. I hadn’t given Victor permission to share me, had I?Had I?Was I about to be handed over to this other man so Victor could watch his good slave being fucked by someone else?

I didn’t want anyone but Victor, but something deep in my gut knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if it would please my master, I would willingly let him give me to another so he could watch.

I tried not to breathe so fast and shallowly that I would pass out as Victor and Artemis came into full view in front of me. I kept my eyes forward, following the instinct not to look an alpha in the eyes unless I’d been given permission.

“Wow,” Artemis said, crossing his arms and leaning back a bit as he drank in the sight of me. “You weren’t kidding when you said he was exquisite. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

I knew what I looked like. I was naked, flushed, and sweating just a bit. My face was still smeared with fresh cum, and my thighs were crusted with old cum and slick. I knelt in a puddle of slick, and I could feel I was still dripping. Not only that, I was still hard. Being scrutinized like that was a twisted turn-on.

“Where do you find these sorts of gems,” Artemis said, taking in every detail of my body and its current state. “Just looking at him makes me want to fuck him.”

Artemis reached out a hand like he would brush it over my leg.

“Don’t!” Victor snapped, so loudly and suddenly that I jumped.

I wasn’t the only one. Artemis yanked his hand back fast, glancing to Victor in surprise.

“Sorry,” Victor said, sounding a little sheepish for his reaction. “It’s just…this one is different.”

Artemis blinked at Victor, then said, “I can see that.”

I wished I could see his face, see Victor’s face, too. The mood felt different, that much was certain. The air had felt easy, casual when Artemis had entered the office. Now it crackled with something.

“I had him special-ordered,” Victor went on, like he was trying to remember his lines in a play.

He moved closer to me and rested a hand on my thigh, stroking it up to my hip, then across my stomach and up to play with one of my nipples. He moved it on to caress my shoulder and neck, then cupped my face for a moment.

The whole, sweeping touch was intimate and special, and my body sang with it. My cock, which had started to flag, filled again.

“Oh,” Artemis said, looking more at Victor than me. “I see.”

“I didn’t think perfection was possible, but I’ve been proven wrong,” Victor said, his voice sounding like he was reciting lines again.

I tried not to be disappointed, tried to remind myself it was all a fantasy. According to the reviews on Victor’s Dark Fantasies app profile, he’d played with omegas like this a dozen times before and more. I wasn’t special.

Except my master absolutely made me feel special.

“Simon here is sweet and lovely, and so very obedient,” Victor said, a touch of genuineness in his voice. “Aren’t you, Simon?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered immediately and instinctively.

“Good boy.”

I sucked in a breath at his words, flushing with satisfaction at being praised.

It went further than that. In what my instinct told me was an unplanned move on Victor’s part, he brushed his hand down my chest again to stroke my cock and fondle my balls…with Artemis looking on, his trousers swiftly tenting.

It was a test. I knew it was a test. My master was pleasuring me in front of his friend to show how good and obedient I was. I wasn’t allowed to come unless he said, so I wouldn’t.

But it was next to impossible not to. Victor’s hand felt so good on me. My cock had been hard for so long that it was painful, and my balls needed desperately to empty. I had to fight for control as Victor’s touch grew more insistent. Tears broke free from my eyes, and I whimpered and moaned with the pain of not coming. I could feel slick practically pouring out of my hole onto the desktop.

“Fuck, Victor,” Artemis gasped, reaching for his crotch, presumably to stop himself from coming. “Are you sure you found him on the app? You didn’t buy yourself a real slave, did you?”

Victor didn’t answer. I felt like I was waiting on a knife’s edge. Everything within me longed for him to say this was real, that he actually owned me, and it wasn’t just playing.

At the same time, that notion had the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Maybe Victor was the sort of man who would actually purchase another human being. Maybe I’d fallen into a real trafficking situation.

“Come for me, boy,” Victor said, his voice dark and dusky.

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