Page 26 of His Master

He obeyed at once, resuming his pose by my chair. His knees were red and I caught a spasm in his back that hinted he was strained, but he did as I told him anyhow.

Once he was in position, I cut into my meat, ate a bite myself, then cut another bite. I picked that up with my fingers and pivoted to feed it to Simon.

Simon drew in a sharp breath, then seemed to fall into bliss as he ate from my hand, like a dog. It was standard fare as far as eating with an omega slave went, but like everything else I’d been doing with Simon, it felt so different.

“I should have taken your robe off when we were still in the bedroom,” I told him, raking his half-concealed body with a hungry look that my supper wouldn’t satisfy. “But I like the way you look right now.”

In fact, Simon looked like the personification of temptation. The robe that had been wrapped around him while we’d had our important talk hung loose around him, covering nothing of hisfront. The way it had slipped off one shoulder made him look hot and coy, like something out of a, well, a fantasy.

Simon was my fantasy made real, and I had the distinct feeling that the more I settled into my alpha-Dom role, the more I was his. That made it incredibly hard to resist the pull of the potential bond between us.

I fed him a few buttered green beans, smearing a bit of the butter around his lips. The effect had my cock growing right there at the table. Mine wasn’t the only one, though.

“How did I get so lucky to buy such a perfect slave?” I asked, popping a tortellini into Simon’s mouth.

I couldn’t resist kissing him after.

Simon smiled, swallowed, and I fed him another bean, then kissed him again.

His smile grew. I liked it. I fed him another bit of chicken, then kissed him again.

Simon giggled, then lowered his eyes, abashed.

My heart fluttered in my chest, and I smiled back at him as I took a few bites for myself.

This wasn’t what a fantasy master/slave relationship was supposed to be in playtimes like these. I was beginning to wonder if this was what that kind of relationship was like in real life, though. At least, when the slave hadn’t been forced into their role. We’d both fallen so easily into this dynamic that it had to be authentic.

“I don’t want you to eat too much,” I told Simon, finishing up our supper myself once I sensed his hunger had been satisfied. “I’m not a fan of forced vomiting or defecation, and I have a feeling you aren’t either.”

“I will do whatever you want, Master,” Simon said, ease radiating from him.

I nodded as I swallowed my last bite, then set the plate on the floor.

“Clean that,” I told him, then shifted to watch as he bent over and licked the plate clean without using his hands.

Yeah, Simon absolutely had the instinct for serving that real omega slaves had. So much that I was beginning to wonder if he might not be a danger to himself.

Once the plate was clean, I gestured for him to pick it up, then follow me into the kitchen.

“You know how to load a dishwasher and clean up a kitchen?” I asked, leaning against one of the counters.

Simon hesitated for only a moment before saying, “Yes, Master.”

I nodded to the dirty pots and pans I’d left on the stove. “Then have at it.”

Simon’s mouth twitched, but that was the only indication I got from him that the decidedly domestic order amused him before he set to work cleaning up after the meal.

It wasn’t spanking or fucking or making him hold my cock in his mouth for an hour, but as far as I was concerned, standing there and just watching as Simon cleaned up my kitchen as though he’d lived there as long as I had was the perfect task for a sub. Honestly, any alpha who expected his omega to clean up whatever domestic mess he’d made without lifting a finger to help was bordering on treating his mate like a slave anyhow.

His mate. I smiled as the comfortable thought wrapped itself around me while I watched Simon work. It was ridiculous to think of Simon as my mate when we’d only just met that afternoon, aside from our email exchange before the fantasy. I still had that feeling like I knew him already, like we were somehow connected, but I couldn’t place it. It was like I’d sat next to Simon on the train or something. He wasn’t completely foreign to me.

Or maybe that was part of the whole bond potential thing. Sometimes alphas and omegas just knew when they met that they were mates. It was rare, but it did happen.

“What would you like me to do now, Master?” Simon asked once he had the pots scrubbed, the dishwasher loaded, and the countertops wiped clean.

I grinned and stroked my chin, drinking in the sight of him and contemplating what I could do that would give Simon the submissive feelings he craved. And what kind of controlled cruelty would make that part of me hard.

“I think a little after-dinner entertainment is in order before bed,” I said, even though just the mention of bed sent a wave of exhaustion through me after the hectic day I’d had. “I think I’d like to play with you for a while.”

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