Page 34 of His Master

I treated the sore on Simon’s neck and added a bit more antiseptic cream to the welt across his ass. Until Simon’s collar and restraints dried from his shower, they would be a bit swollen and uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare remove those symbols of his subservience yet. Not until or unless they absolutely had to come off.

I wanted to keep Simon naked as we headed down to the office, but I wasn’t sure what might happen, so I reached for therobe he’d been wearing earlier. I abandoned that idea, though, as another one came to me. Instead of the robe, I fetched him one of my suit jackets from the closet and dressed him in that.

“I think I might be developing a suit fetish, too,” I told him with a cheeky grin as I did up the front button.

Simon smiled through his anxiety and peeked down at himself. My jacket hung like a robe on him, concealing everything interesting. I’d fix that once we got to the office.

I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, socks and shoes from Simon’s overnight bag and took those with us as we headed downstairs to the office. I made sure to fasten the leash onto Simon’s collar so that I could lead him as we went, too.

“The office is part of my play space,” I explained as I led him through the empty cubes to the corner office, leaving his clothes in the last cube before the door, “but it’s fully functioning, too. I live most of the time in Barrington, but I’ve been spending a lot of time here in Norwalk in the last few months, mostly so I can stay out of my uncle’s sight while still monitoring his activity. Up on the desk.”

Simon blinked, a little surprised by the command, but did as I asked. The cleaning crew had been in overnight, and the glass desktop had been wiped clean. Simon moved straight into the same display position in the corner where he’d been when Artemis had visited, even resuming his kneeling pose with his knees wide.

As a way to keep the scene going and to calm both of us, I fastened his wrist and ankle restraints together behind him, then unbuttoned my jacket and pushed it down his arms, restraining him even more.

When I walked around the desk and sat at my computer, turning it on and waiting impatiently to get started, I sent Simon a look. He knelt proudly, his back gently curved, his knees wide, his balls hanging and his semi-hard cock in my full view. Hisnipples were red and bruised from our play and he seemed to be forcing himself to breathe calmly, but the overall picture was one of a slave who was trying hard to please his master and make him proud.

“You really are an amazing slave, Simon,” I told him, breaking character in that I truly meant it.

“Thank you, Victor,” he answered me breathlessly, proving he’d gotten the message loud and clear.

It was almost a distraction to have Simon’s lithe, slightly battered body on full view as a desk ornament when I needed to be serious about work. I wanted whatever help Simon could give, though, and the best position for him to see my computer screen was from right there on the desk.

It didn’t take me long to figure out that whatever plan my uncle had concocted to get me out of Victory Holdings, and maybe worse, had started.

“Incorrect username or password.”

The message flashed up every time I tried to access any of Victory Holdings’ main systems. I was locked out of my email, locked out of the accounting programs, and locked out of the discretionary account.

“Shit,” I muttered, clicking across a few other things. “He’s locked me out so he can screw me over.”

The one thing I wasn’t locked out of, probably because Uncle Vincent didn’t know it existed, was my backdoor account. Fortunately, that was all I really needed to see everything that was going on.

“He’s called a board meeting without your knowledge?” Simon asked, proving that he was following everything I came across as I discovered it.

“Looks like it,” I sighed, tapping away with deepening concern as I sifted through emails.

“Do the bylaws of Victory Holdings allow for the board of directors to remove one of the major shareholders from management or ownership of the company?” Simon asked on, like someone who had seen things like this happen before.

I glanced at him. The stark contrast between his businesslike questions and the way he knelt in a slave pose on the corner of my desk, his cock harder than it had been minutes before, almost jolted me out of working mode entirely. It was like everything with my uncle and Victory Holdings was the fantasy and my pretty, horny, obedient slave was all that mattered in my life.

“Yes, unfortunately,” I said, rubbing a hand over my face to force myself to concentrate and not think about how tight my trousers had gotten. “Victory Holding is owned by me, Uncle Vincent, and my cousin Vivien. We can’t be removed as owners, but the board can vote to remove any or all of us from any functional role in the company. But if that happens for any reason other than death, it triggers a cascade of reorganizations that would more or less break the company into smaller parts by division.”

Simon frowned slightly, the paralegal showing through the slave. “Could that be a good thing?” he asked. “Would being ousted by your uncle mean you could branch off on your own and maybe take divisions of the company with you?”

“Not really,” I sighed, going through more of the emails sent to the board as I spoke. “The non-compete clauses if that happens are vast and iron-clad. And since Victory Holdings has its fingers in a lot of pots, it would more or less prevent me from doing almost any kind of business that had even the slightest chance of competing with any of the companies we own.

“It would be great for Vivien,” I went on, deciding there was nothing else I could gain from reading emails, other than the fact that the board was just as shocked as I was by my uncle’s actions.“All she wants to do is sit around and live a life of luxury anyhow. But I want more than that. I want to do something with my life, make up for?—”

I cut my words off and peeked at Simon. I really wasn’t ready for him to know what an alphahole I’d been for most of my life.

“Besides,” I went on, heat rushing to my face, “I’ve been working hard for the past six months to undo a lot of the damage my uncle has been doing, funded by Victory Holdings. I let far too much shit pass me by without doing anything to stop it. I don’t want to be like that anymore.”

“You’ve gone into business with Canton Enterprises, haven’t you?” Simon asked.

“Yeah,” I said, breathing out and slumping back in my chair. Thinking about the amends I was trying to make with Mason Canton and his omega, Simon’s brother, which still threw me for a loop, only made me squirm. Especially with Simon serving as my desk art just then. “And I’ve been helping the Barrington Special Investigation Unit with their efforts to squash the mob that’s been responsible for a lot of problems all up and down the East Coast. I have a bad feeling my uncle is part of that.”

“He’s using Victory Holding to finance the mafia, and you’ve been working to stop it,” Simon said, as if he understood it all. “If he ousts you, there’s no one standing in the way of a huge funding source for Barrington’s underworld.”

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