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But I had bigger things on my mind just then. I tossed my phone aside and cupped Simon’s face, pulling him off my cock just as he burst into very real sobbing that cut straight to my soul.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Simon

“Please, Master,” I sobbed, my voice slightly strangled, as Victor ended his call and pushed me off his cock.

I didn’t know what I was asking, what I wanted. My head and heart were a mess as I knelt on all fours between Victor’s spread legs. The last several hours had been some of the best of my life. Victor had given me everything I’d ever craved and more.

And I felt wretched.

“Hey, hey,” Victor said as I tried to hide my burning face against his thigh. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

He was already stressed, I knew. Whatever he’d been discussing with his cousin, it had to do with the problems at Victory Holdings. I knew enough about the situation now, though my information was vague, to guess there were serious problems and he was the point person who had to deal with them. He absolutely did not need an omega having an existential crisis snotting all over his leg.

“Simon. Hey. Look at me.”

Victor’s voice was different, and I guessed he’d popped out of our scene for a second. That made me feel even worse. It meant I’d have to leave the submissive place that felt so good and so right to face what we were doing as the mature, proud omega I was supposed to be.

With a supreme effort of will, tears streaming down my cheeks, I dragged myself straighter and knelt up a bit, sucking in a breath at the feeling of the massive, knotted dildo in my ass, and forced myself to look Victor square in the eyes.

“You’ve obviously got a lot going on here that isn’t about the scene,” Victor said, stroking the side of my face and brushing his fingers through my hair.

It hurt. More than the sadistic shower jet. Victor’s kind, soft touch hurt so much, because it was tender and caring, like he really was responsible for me and took that responsibility seriously.

Like I was actually his slave.

“Talk to me,” he said, leaning in a bit and settling his elbows on his knees, even though both hands still cupped my face. “I figured out earlier that something is up in that beautiful head of yours. I shouldn’t have kept playing when I sensed you’re in some kind of mental turmoil.”

“No, I wanted you to keep playing,” I said in a gust of breath, having the hardest time holding his gaze. I didn’t feel like I deserved it. “I…this is the best day of my life.”

There. I said it.

Victor frowned in confusion.

I burst into tears again, slumping.

Victor sucked in a breath and sat back a bit. “Okay, we really need to talk about this.”

He shifted to lift me under my shoulders and to sit me on the bed next to him. As he did, he noticed the handle end of the dildo protruding from my hole.

“Lie over the bed for a second so I can take this out,” he ordered me, maybe without even realizing it was an order. “Then we’ll talk man to man.”

I did exactly as he told me without hesitation, spreading myself over the cool cotton of his duvet and keeping my legs apart so he could deflate the fake knot, then slowly slide the dildo out. It felt so good to feel that friction that I moaned and my cock twitched. Not that it wasn’t already hard.

Victor got up to take the dildo to the bathroom, but returned right away and sat on the bed beside me. I hadn’t moved from my spread position, and he stroked a hand down my back to the curve of my ass, as if making certain his possession was in good order.

Outside of play.

My heart sang, and I couldn’t stop my tears.

“Simon, sweetheart,” he appealed to me, nudging me to sit. “We have to talk about this before we move on. I can’t, in good conscience, continue to the fantasy if I know you’re suffering in some way.”

That thought horrified me. I didn’t want to stop this fantasy. A handful of hours into it, I didn’t ever want to stop this fantasy.

I dragged myself to sit up and face him. Victor had fetched the robe he’d taken out for me when he’d come back from the bathroom, and he wrapped that around my shoulders, closing it in front, then rubbing my arms.

Then he waited.

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