Page 43 of His Master

Victor huffed a humorless laugh. “Would you still feel that way if you knew I really want you naked and wearing my collar right now?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I straightened and shrugged out of his suit jacket, pulling the restraints out of the pockets as I did. Once the jacket was off, I removed the rest of my clothes while Victor watched, astonished. I pushed them all aside, then resumed my kneeling position for him, presenting the restraints with a silent plea for him to put them on me.

The whirlwind of emotion raging through Victor was painful to feel. At some point in the chaos at Victory Holdings’ offices, the bond between us had opened even more, which meant Icould feel Victor much more powerfully. He was humbled and agonizing over everything, but I also felt a powerful pulse of possessive alpha energy urging him to claim me. They were all still vague feelings, but they were definitely there.

“You don’t know what you’re asking me, Simon,” he said, stroking the side of my face with his large, warm hand.

“Trust me, I do,” I said breathlessly. “I’m asking you to be my master, not just in this fantasy. If there’s something wrong with you, then there’s definitely something wrong with me, because I want to belong to you.”

“You—” Victor stopped himself from telling me I didn’t want that. That was clearly what he’d been about to say, but the sheer fact that he’d stopped himself from telling me what to think was a sure sign that he was a far better man than he believed himself to be.

He heaved a heavy breath, then stroked the side of my face again before letting his hand drop to my shoulder and sweep down over my chest.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, shaking his head a little. “Nothing you can say or do will ever convince me that I deserve this sort of submission and…and kindness.”

I really wanted to tell him I loved him. It pulsed through every bit of me, and by the slight widening of his eyes and pupils, I knew he could feel it. With everything going on, it felt too soon. The best I could do in the moment was show him I was a good slave.

“Please, Master,” I said, presenting the restraints again. “And the collar.”

Victor drew in a breath, and instead of taking the restraints from my outstretched hands, he grasped my head with both hands and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was beautiful and reassuring. It was definitely a dominant kiss, which I took as a good thing. He thrust his tongue into mymouth, and I let him have me, all of me. My cock started to fill, as if getting hard was the greatest show of loyalty, and my hole started to slick up, ready for whatever he wanted.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he said in a gruff voice when he pulled back.

It was different from saying he didn’t deserve me. We were making progress.

He took the restraints from me and fastened them to my wrists, then my ankles. I shook slightly as emotion overwhelmed me. The moment felt so important. It felt like we’d crossed a line we wouldn’t be able to go back on.

When he took the collar from his pocket and settled it around my neck, I closed my eyes and gulped as my eyes stung with tears. It was so important, all of it. I didn’t know what the future held, but it hit me with thudding realization that I wouldn’t be able to go back to the life I’d lived up until that point. I couldn’t go back to working for my parents’ law firm. I might not be able to go back to living in their house ever again either.

Victor fastening his collar around my neck represented me stepping off a cliff. I just hoped he would catch me as I tumbled into a new, slightly terrifying life.

“There,” Victor said, his words carrying the same weight of importance that I felt. He slipped his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to meet his. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

My lower lip wobbled, and I didn’t think I’d be able to hold my tears in. They weren’t tears of fear or sadness, though. They were the best kind of tears that existed.

Victor grabbed my jaw and moved in for another, quick kiss. Then he gripped the back of my head forcefully and pushed my head down to his crotch. I breathed in his powerful, musky, alpha scent as my face squashed against his growing erection. It was hard to breathe from there, but that was the point. Victorwas my master, and he was showing me that he controlled the very air I breathed.

No doubt he would have held me there until I was struggling, then demanded I take his cock out to suck and swallow him until I brought him off, but a buzzing and pinging only inches away from my face, from the cell phone in his pocket, snapped our poignant moment short.

“It’s my uncle,” Victor said with a rough gasp, letting my head go so he could reach for his phone.

I straightened, a little wobbly, and caught my breath as, instead of putting the phone to his ear, Victor tapped its screen. I had enough of a view to see it was a video call.

“Uncle Vincent, what the hell is going on?” Victor demanded.

I smiled, proud of him for starting the confrontation on a strong note.

“Ah, Victor,” Vincent Woodbury’s smarmy, slick voice sounded from the other end of the call. “I see you’re at home. We were all wondering where you’d gone.”

Victor’s face darkened. “I see you’re in your saferoom.”

Vincent chuckled in a way that had the hair standing up on the back of my neck. “It seems we’ve both retreated to the places we feel safest.”

“I’m not playing games with you, Uncle Vincent,” Victor said, still maintaining his strength, even though I could sense worry in him. “You’ve drained the discretionary account and locked me out of the company. Why? What do you want from me?”

“I would have thought that much would be obvious,” Vincent said, sounding completely casual and in control. “You’ve disappointed me, Victor. I do not approve of the business decisions you’ve made in the last year, and I most certainly do not approve of the personal decisions you’ve made in the last few days either. Do you still have that pretty omega slave with you? The one whose brother was kidnapped by Colin Gregory?”

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