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“Your fantasy is that of being a sex slave for a powerful alpha, and the club member you’ve matched with is Victor, correct?” Mr. Kuhl asked.

Only first names were used on the app. Some people, like Hayden and Mason, invented names for playing. I’d used my real name, and Victor had used his, but no last names. The only reason I knew Victor’s last name was because I knew who he was. I wasn’t sure if the same was true for him about me.

I nodded tightly a few times before I summoned the courage to speak. “That’s right.”

“And you and Victor have corresponded through the app’s email to set up the parameters of your fantasy?” Mr. Kuhl went on.

“We have,” I said, feeling a little sick.

“You have your seconds in place and everything ready to go?”

“Yes.”

I’d called Ari from the car just before making the turn off the highway into Norwalk. He was on stand-by for the next few days.

Mr. Kuhl smiled. “It sounds like you have everything all ready to go, then. Victor is here waiting for you, so we can get started right away.”

I sucked in a breath, panic almost getting the better of me. “Just like that?” I asked.

Mr. Kuhl gave me another of his reassuring smiles. “Just like that. Part of your fantasy was the backstory that you’ve been abducted off the street and brought to this ‘secret location’ to be purchased by the man who had you snatched. We’ll start out by me binding your hands and feet and blindfolding you, as if you’d been taken that way. I’ll bring Victor into the room, we’ll engage in some dialog about the purchase, and from there Victor will take you to his pre-approved and vetted play space for the duration of your fantasy.”

My knees almost buckled. It was so real now. I knew, from reading every last word of the extensive contract everyone had to sign before playing out a fantasy, that I could stop things at any time. So could Victor. But it all felt so, so real.

I nodded. “I’m ready,” I said, barely able to form the words.

“Good,” Mr. Kuhl said, still radiating calm and reassurance. “If you’d like to give me your bag, I’ll make certain Victor takes that with you when you go.”

“Okay.”

I handed over my overnight bag, still shaking like a leaf.

“And now, I’m just going to bind your hands and feet lightly with rope,” Mr. Kuhl said as he placed my bag on the desk, then took some rope and what looked like a piece of black silk fromone of the desk drawers. “Then I’ll have you sit on the couch before I blindfold you.”

It was all so pedestrian. I voluntarily clasped my hands behind my back, then tried not to hyperventilate as Mr. Kuhl bound them. He tied my ankles together like he was making coffee or doing some other mundane task that he did every day. Once I was seated on the couch, he gently wrapped the blindfold around my eyes and tied it behind my head.

“I’ll just be a minute,” he said as he walked toward the door. “Feel free to position yourself however you’d like for the fantasy. You can lie on the couch or the floor or bend over the desk. Whatever helps you get into character. I’ll just go fetch Victor.”

I heard the door open then shut, then all I heard was the sound of my tight, shallow breathing. I was really doing this. I was really putting myself at the mercy of Victor Woodbury in playtime. And I desperately hoped that he would use me and violate me like the omegas in all the porn I watched. Worse than that, even.

Something was seriously wrong with me.

CHAPTER TWO

Victor

Iwasn’t sure I should be doing this again. The Dark Fantasies Club felt like something the old me would do. The old mediddo it. All the time. I used to love playing out scenes with masochistic omegas who got off on a big, scary, alpha Dom pushing them around and fucking them until they cried. In or out of heat. I used to get off on the thrill of being “Master” and everything my temporary omega slave let me do because of that.

I used to think the omegas I played with were stupid, that they deserved whatever cruel thing I could think up next.

I didn’t think that anymore. Not since my uncle had been responsible for kidnapping an omega for real.

Well, partially responsible. His new business partner, Colin Gregory, had wanted revenge againsthisex-business partner and friend, who had supposedly wronged him. He’d wanted to attack the ex-partner’s business. My uncle had suggested going after his omega instead.

The omega had been rescued, thank God, and Gregory had died from an accidental, self-inflicted gunshot wound. Uncle Vincent had come out of the whole thing smelling like roses, of course. He’d convinced the police and everyone else that Gregory had acted alone and that he was horrified by the kidnapping.

I knew better. Because the thing was, the omega’s kidnapping wasn’t the first shady thing my uncle had done. And it wasn’t like I’d suddenly had an attack of conscience because of one omega. The change in me had been brewing for a long time, ever since Uncle Vincent had started drawing me deeper into the inner workings of Victory Holdings. I’d thought I’d been in charge of a lot of the company before, but over the last two years, I’d learned that so much more was going on. Stuff that I definitely didn’t approve of.

I didn’t want to be associated with a company, or an uncle, that could do so much harm. I didn’t want to be that asshole alpha anymore. But I had a massive stake in Victory Holdings that went well beyond owning thirty percent of the company. I believed in so many of the projects we were bankrolling, and I had ideas for more endeavors that would not only make money, they would help people.

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