Page 3 of His Master

“I’m sorry that I’m no fun,” I said, head and shoulders lowered a bit. “I’m just not ready to talk about my sex life yet. I want things that are….”

I didn’t know how to finish that thought, although by the look Hayden gave me in return, he understood, at least in part.

“Look, when I get back from this, if it went well and I feel like I need to process with someone, you’re the first person I’ll come to, alright?” I went on.

“Absolutely,” Hayden said, walking over to me, then squeezing my shoulder. “I know how conflicting these wants we have can be. And I know you better than almost anyone except Mace. This is a huge thing for you. I am absolutely here for you if you want to talk about it after.”

I smiled gratefully, feeling a smidge better about things. “Thanks, Hayden.”

I leaned in to give him a one-arm hug, then kissed Junior’s head as he began to fuss. It didn’t make me feel any more right about the shocking thing I was about to do, but knowing that Hayden understood made it…better.

Hayden had to rush back into the house to take care of a fussy Junior, and I needed to make the long drive out to Norwalk by a certain time, so I left without saying anything more.

I’d specifically stated that I did not want to play out a fantasy in Barrington. I wasn’t sure what would happen, since I’d requested a week-long fantasy in order to get the full effect of servility, but whatever it was, I didn’t want even the possibility of running into anyone I knew. Apparently, Victor had those same thoughts and feelings, because in the emails we’d exchanged discussing what we wanted out of the experience, he mentioned he had an entire “set-up”, whatever that meant, in Norwalk.

The drive to Norwalk took about four hours when traffic was good. The highway wound through the mountains to the west of Barrington before shifting south to follow the Herring River, which cut through Norwalk.

It felt like the drive took a century. My nerves were so raw that I had to stop halfway to pee, and I nearly threw up in the restroom. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. More than that, I couldn’t believe that I was anxiously looking forward to having a stranger alpha use me in humiliating ways.

Not any alpha, Victor Woodbury.

As I drove the last few miles to Norwalk, to the nondescript building that housed the offices for the Dark Fantasies Club, I wondered whether Victor had noticed me at Hayden and Mason’s pool party the way I’d noticed him. He’d looked at me at one point, but he’d looked at a lot of people that afternoon. He hadn’t given me any indication that he’d thought I was anything special, or that he wanted me.

God, what would I do if we started our playtime and it turned out he didn’t want me?

That thought pretty much wrecked me as I parked in the designated lot at the Dark Fantasies building, then grabbed my bag and headed, terrified, inside.

“I’m Simon Kipling?” I told the friendly-looking beta at the front desk in a shaky voice. “I’m here for, um, er….”

“Yes, Mr. Kipling, welcome,” the beta said, his smile warm and understanding. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Why that simple statement filled me with so much dread, I had no idea.

Actually, yes, I did. It meant this whole thing was real.

The beta got up and gestured for me to follow him through a door and down a side corridor. The whole place looked much more like an office building than the staging area for God only knew how many dark sexual encounters.

“Since this is your first time with us, Mr. Kuhl, one of our founders, will meet with you to explain how your fantasy will proceed. Since you’ve opted for a slavery fantasy, he’ll also be acting as the broker for that scene as well.”

I nodded, but my throat had squeezed up and my mouth had gone dry. What did you say to someone who spoke so casually about your visceral desire to be owned and controlled?

“Here we are,” the beta said as we reached a small room halfway down the hall with a number four on the door. “Mr. Kuhl will be with you in just a minute.”

“Thanks,” I croaked, then stepped into the room.

It felt like being escorted to an examination room at the doctor’s. I had a feeling there were people out there, alphas and omegas, and betas, too, who probably had just as many fantasies as alphas and omegas, who indulged in doctor fantasies. This room looked more like a therapist’s office, complete with comfy sofas, benign artwork on the walls, and a desk in the corner.

It felt so weird. I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking, even when I gripped the handle of my overnight bag tighter. I couldn’t catch a deep breath either. Was this the worst idea ever? What would happen if Victor, and everyone else involved in the Dark Fantasies Club, didn’t follow the rules? Had I just put myself in a dangerous situation?

I jumped at the soft knock on the door, then as the door opened and a handsome alpha, probably in his late thirties, stepped into the room. He had golden blond hair and eyes that were almost honey-colored. His smile was confident and reassuring. He gave me the same feeling that suits did, but he was wearing jeans and a polo shirt.

“Mr. Kipling, hello. I’m Caden Kuhl,” he said, extending a hand to me. “I’m one of the co-inventors and owners of the Dark Fantasies Club, and I’ll be helping to facilitate your fantasy today.”

“H-hi,” I squeaked, taking his large, firm hand in my shaking one.

Mr. Kuhl smiled at me. “Don’t worry, almost every first-timer is just as nervous as you are. It’s all perfectly normal. Your fantasies and desires are absolutely normal as well, make no mistake. It’s going to be okay.”

It was uncanny how much better the man made me feel, just with his presence alone. I would have thought that someone who invented something like the Dark Fantasies Club would be rough and terrifying, but I got a good vibe from Mr. Kuhl.

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