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It was demeaning. It was thrilling. I felt dirty and sick. My heart sang with satisfaction at making my master happy. I felt less than human and greater than an angel. My cock grew hard on the slippery glass under me, but I knew I wouldn’t come.

“Fuck! God!” Victor gasped as he came undone, shooting what must have been a river of cum into me. “So fucking perfect!”

The force of his last few thrusts slammed my hips against the table in a way I knew would leave bruises, but I loved that. When my master finally pulled out, he left me splayed where I was, once again leaking slick and cum as I lay in even more mess on the desktop.

I didn’t move. I knew my master would want to look at me the way I was, sticky and fucked-out. I wanted him to look at me like that. I wanted him to see how low I would go for him.

“Gorgeous,” he panted, slapping my ass before walking over to the sink.

I squeezed my already closed eyes, letting the tears spill out. There were no words for how good it felt to hear my master’s approval…or for how disgraced it felt to know how sick and damaged I was for craving it.

CHAPTER SIX

Victor

Simon was amazing. And Artemis’s words had struck me deeper than I wanted to admit. Because Artemis was right. Simon played like he was a real slave. He had fallen so deep into his fantasy role that I was certain he didn’t think it was a fantasy at all anymore.

It was unbelievably good. The deeper Simon sunk into his role, the more fully I came into mine. Which was why I’d fucked him over my desk right after Artemis left while ordering Simon to pretend I was Artemis and that I’d shared him.

Not that I would ever share Simon in a million years. He was far too precious for me to do that. I didn’t want to let another alpha touch him. Usually, I let Artemis pet my play partners, and they usually liked it, too. But not Simon.

Hell no.

It would have been the most beautiful fantasy I’d ever played out, if I didn’t have the specter of Uncle Vincent and whatever he was up to hanging over my head. I’d fucked Simon after Artemisleft because I wanted to get back into the headspace for our fantasy, but once I’d cooled off and cleaned up, I accepted with a wince that I would have to deal with what was quickly shaping up to be a hostile effort on my uncle’s part to either get me out of the company or get me to heel.

I left Simon where he was as I circled back around to sit at my desk once more. I pretended not to notice the upset look on Simon’s face as he lay with his cheek in a splash of his own cum from earlier and his chest and belly in the puddle of slick. It was obvious to me that Simon was suffering through some dark emotions, and I definitely intended to help him through as soon as I could, but Uncle Vincent’s shenanigans affected more people than just me.

The email Artemis had mentioned hadn’t been sent to me, but I had ways of getting into pretty much everything having to do with Victory Holdings. All it took was a few clicks to access the account I’d set up to monitor everyone in the company’s email, then to find the email in question.

“Shit,” I muttered, then sighed and rubbed a hand over my face. My uncle was definitely about to try to screw me over somehow.

Simon flinched slightly at my curse, and when I glanced to him again, the strain in his expression had changed to curiosity. More than that had changed. It was like he’d popped out of the scene for a moment, mentally, at least, and was interested in what was going on.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to bother him with my family and business troubles. It also dawned on me that I had no idea who Simon was in his real life or what kind of work he did. Maybe he worked in finance and knew something about accounting or business structure.

I blew out a breath and shook my head, then clicked to power down my computer. It was after five o’clock. Nothing morewould happen at Victory Holdings today. I was supposed to be on vacation, indulging in a master/slave fantasy. Simon had gone through a lot of trouble to be here, and it was his first time. Work could wait.

“I think that’s enough for one day,” I said, pushing my chair back, standing, and putting on my suit jacket.

“M-master?” Simon asked tremulously, proving that he was paying attention to me.

It dawned on me as I walked around my desk that he might have thought I meant to shut down the fantasy with those words.

“Work,” I said, grasping him by his wrist restraints and pulling him to stand. “That’s enough work for one day.”

Simon breathed out a sigh of relief and was slow to find his balance once he was standing. I stood right behind him and pulled him so that his bound arms and his back rested against my chest. I even slipped one arm around him, though it mussed the arm of my suit jacket when I did.

“Look at that mess you made, boy,” I told him as we both looked at the vast sticky spot on my desktop. “I should get you to lick that clean.”

I felt Simon swallow hard as much as I saw his Adam’s apple bob. “Yes, Master,” he said shakily.

I shook my head. “Not today. It would take too long, and I have other things in mind for you.”

And I had an incredibly discreet cleaning service who would come in and clean up as soon as I texted them.

I wheeled Simon around, detaching his wrist restraints only to fasten them in front of him again. I fetched the lead from where I’d set it aside earlier, then hooked it to the ring in his collar and led him back through the empty office to the elevator.

I couldn’t tell if he’d figured out that the office was all staged. He was certainly clever enough to grasp that. I still sensed anxiety in him as I pulled him through the rows of emptycubicles, but that might have been because he was an even bigger mess than he’d been when we’d come down earlier.

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