Page 23 of His Master

I didn’t know where to even begin. And I was back to not being able to look at him, my head bowed.

Victor let out a breath through his nose that I desperately hoped wasn’t frustration, then asked, “Is it the scene? Is being a slave more than you anticipated?”

I swallowed, then looked up at him. I shook my head.

It took me several more, painful seconds to whisper, “No, it’s wonderful.”

Victor breathed in, nodding like he was starting to understand.

Actually, I had this visceral sense that he reallywasstarting to understand. It wasn’t just a guess either. It was a sixth sense, an almost tangible feeling…like the beginnings of a bond.

My heart sped up.

“You know I’ve played like this before,” he said.

I nodded and lowered my head. Those words were like an arrow in my heart. Victor wasmymaster. It felt wrong to think of him with anyone else.

Worse than that, it made me feel like shit to think I was just another generic, subby omega that he didn’t care about.

He cupped my cheek and lifted my face to look at him again.

“I’m only saying that so you don’t think I’m talking out my ass about this,” he said. “Because I’ll tell you right now, you’re different, Simon. You’re special. I’ve played with a dozen omegas and more, and even though it’s not even the end of day one for us, I can tell you beyond a shadow of a doubt that you’re so different from any of them.”

“I know,” I whispered, lowering my head again, which meant pressing my face into his palm.

“I mean that as a good thing,” Victor said, adjusting his thumb to run it over my lips. “Not to be crass, but you heard what my friend Artemis said in the office. And by the way, in case you were wondering, yes, the office is all staged, no one has access to it, I own this entire building, and Artemis is not onlya trusted friend, he’s my second. At no point were you in any danger or made more vulnerable than you should be.”

I sucked in a breath and glanced up at him. Come to think of it, I did remember seeing Artemis’s name and face in the information Victor and I swapped about seconds. I was somewhere else entirely during the scene, though, so I didn’t even think of it.

That also made me wonder if I should be calling Ari right about now to report on a glitch in the scene.

I didn’t want that, though. Ari might have been my second, but he wasn’t part of this.

“You’re so good at this that I’m amazed this is your first time,” Victor went on, twisting to face me more fully. I had the sense that he wanted to take me into his arms, but he didn’t. “I agree with Artemis. If I didn’t know better, I would say you actually are a slave that has been trained for the position. Omegas who play like this definitely feel like they’re playing. With you, I don’t feel that barrier at all.”

“I know,” I said, another geyser of emotion welling up in me. “That’s the problem.”

I sobbed, unable to continue for a moment.

Victor hummed softly, like he understood a bit more. “It isn’t a game for you,” he said, summing it up nicely.

Feeling his understanding broke the last barrier inside of me.

“I want it like I’ve never wanted anything before,” I gasped out, staring straight into his eyes, like I wanted to force him to understand, and like I was appealing for help. “I crave to feel this way. I only thought so before, but having you as my master, working hard to please you and be used by you is like breathing freely for the first time in my life. It’s like a glass of cool water after running a mile, like…like knowing everything is going to be okay.”

Victor smiled, but he was still puzzled. “That’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it?”

“No!” I shouted, my shame too loud within me to keep quiet on the outside. “No, it’s a terrible thing!”

Victor’s brow knit even more, and he adjusted his posture again, leaning in like he would pick the problem apart and find a solution.

“There’s no shame in embracing what you want,” he said.

“Yes, there is!” I argued, gesturing wildly. “Because I want to be wretched. I want to be owned and used. I love the way you’ve fucked me, like I don’t matter, like I’m just a hole to you. I love wearing a collar that you put on me and being led through what could have been public on a leash. I love being painted with your cum and having someone else see me that way. And when you complimented me in front of your friend and called me good and beautiful?”

I gave a little shiver, and my cock jerked with excitement at the remembered feelings of humiliation.

Then I sagged and let out a deep sigh.

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