Page 29 of His Master

Was it mind-blowing and sexy? Yes. Absolutely. Did it immediately wipe away all of my fears and shame about the things I wanted? No, not really. But something within me changed with that intense play session, and as Victor carried me back to his bedroom and across to the en suite to clean me up, I was able to push my lingering uncertain feelings aside and entrust myself to him.

“You were so good, so sexy,” Victor murmured to me as he gently scrubbed my sore and tender body clean in the warm shower. “I’m so proud of you for taking everything.”

The bodywash he used on me had a crisp, apple scent, but it was nothing against Victor’s rich, captivating alpha scent. I sagged into his body as he bathed me, my arms looped over his shoulders and my head resting against his as his hands soothed me. I probably shouldn’t have taken such liberties with my master or put so little effort into standing on my own,but instinct told me rules of discipline didn’t matter during aftercare.

Victor was amazingly good at aftercare. Once we were out of the shower, he dried me off with a thick, soft towel as if I were the master and he was the slave. He took such care with inspecting my body and applying antiseptic cream to my ass where the cane had welted it.

I’d had instant reservations about that cane when he’d brought it out of the cabinet, but the sharp stroke of pain in the middle of the intense pleasure I’d been feeling was like adding a white-hot cherry to the top of the sundae of sensation ripping through me.

I’d loved it. That kind of pain was just another uncomfortable desire to add to the list of things that I craved and hated and loved.

I could tell Victor was beyond tired himself by the time he carried me to his bed and tucked me between the sheets. He darted back into the main room to clean a few things up and turn out all the lights, but he was back in bed with me, snuggling me into the safety of his body, within five minutes.

From there, he stroked and caressed me, praising me for being so sweet and so brave, until we both fell off into a heavy, exhausted sleep.

I wokeup as faint morning light spilled through the dark blue curtains that blocked the penthouse’s cityscape view. My body was sore and achy in places it usually wasn’t, my nipples were still throbbing, and the collar I’d slept in had dug into one point on my neck as I’d slept, but I woke happier than I’d been in…ever.

Victor was still asleep, as I could tell from his slow, even breaths and occasional snore. I could tell in other ways, too. Hefeltasleep. Not just his body, but his essence. It was funny that I noticed what seriously felt like the stirrings of a bond between us by its fuzzy absence.

A bond. I caught my breath at the possibility. What right did I have to form a bond with someone like Victor Woodbury, my master? We hadn’t even really known each other a full day yet…but it was like I’d been born for him. And yes, that was the corniest, most cliché thing I’d ever thought, but it was true.

Once I had a chance, I would have to look up the science of bonding. I knew instant bonding was possible, but for most bonded pairs, like my parents, the bond developed slowly over the course of a few years and only really opened fully during an omega’s heat.

But then, if soul-deep intimacy, not just of body, but of mind and emotion, too, precipitated a bond, then Victor and I had definitely had that already. I’d told him things last night that I’d never shared with anyone.

That might have been part of the reason I slipped carefully out of Victor’s arms and tiptoed into the bathroom for a minute before stepping quietly out into the main part of the apartment. I needed a second to regroup.

More importantly, I needed to follow Dark Fantasies Club protocol and check in with Ari.

Victor had left my phone on the kitchen counter, as it was a Dark Fantasies Club rule that both participants needed to have access to their phones at all times. I sent Ari a text, because it was definitely too early to call someone, but was surprised half a minute later when my phone rang as Ari called me back.

“Ari? You’re up early,” I answered.

“I get up when the kids get up,” Ari answered with a wry laugh. “Gwen seems to like the sunrise these days, and Oliver always wants to eat, no matter what time of day it is. I’m prettysure he’s an alpha. But that’s not why you called. How’s the fantasy going?”

I took a deep breath before answering. “Good,” I said. “No, that doesn’t cover it. It’s better than I ever could have dreamed.”

“That’s great, Simon,” Ari said. I could hear him smiling. “I’m so happy for you. Do you have any concerns about how you’re playing that I could resolve for you?”

He spoke like he was following protocol, but I really needed another omega to bounce things off of.

“Um,” I began uncertainly, rubbing the sore spot under my collar from sleeping. “I don’t know.”

“That sounds…worrying?” Ari said. “You know you can end the fantasy whenever you want if it’s too much.”

“No, that’s not it,” I said. “It isn’t too much. It’s everything. It’s wonderful. If anything, I don’t ever want it to end.” I paused as Ari hummed in approval, then whispered something to one of his children, then blurted out, “I love being a slave. I love being made to kneel and being fucked and having my throat fucked and, and everything Victor and I have done. I love it all so much.”

“Hey, that’s great,” Ari said softly.

I shook my head, half to deny what he was saying and half to clear away the encroaching guilt that I didn’t want to feel anymore. “I don’t want this to be a fantasy. I want this to be my life, all the time.”

Ari took a breath. “I hear you,” he said. From his tone of voice, I knew he absolutely understood what I meant. “I totally get that. It’s why I thank God and everything else every day that Samson and I were a perfect fit and that we bonded during our play. I don’t say this to everybody, but we continue to play out fantasies in our everyday life way more frequently than a lot of other people know. Sometimes, Samson will suddenly switch into dominant mode and treat me like I’m still the haplessomega he hunted through the forest and forced his seed into. It’s sexy as hell.”

I shivered at the thought, that visceral part of me instinctively reaching back into the bedroom to feel Victor’s presence.

“So you’re saying that sometimes these fantasies never end?” I asked, my voice tremulous with hope. “And maybe it really could be real? I could really be—” I swallowed as the thoughts that swirled through me felt incredibly bold and daring. “I could really be Victor’s slave for the rest of our lives?”

“If that’s what you both want, then why not?” Ari said. “Couples have different dynamics all the time. You don’t have to keep what you want in the bedroom, and you don’t have to set aside a special time or place to follow your instincts.” He paused, then asked, “So things are going really well, then, I guess.”

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