Page 5 of His Master

Yeah, I definitely wasn’t that jerk who used to consensually abuse omegas anymore. I wanted to be a better person.

So why was I pulling into the parking lot of the Dark Fantasies Club office in Norwalk, on my way to meet up with yet another omega with an ownership fantasy?

I sighed and cut the engine of my SUV once I was parked, then just stared out the windshield at the ordinary building in front of me. My body felt heavy. As heavy as my heart had felt since I’d started peeling away the layers of my uncle’s rotten onion.

I was there because I needed a break. I had opened my Dark Fantasies Club app again after almost a year because I was horny and restless and needed something to get my mind off the horrible things I’d been uncovering about the company and the family who shared my name.

“At least I picked a sweet-looking omega,” I whispered to myself as I opened the car door and headed into the building.

The omega’s name was Simon. No one used last names on the app. Most people used pseudonyms, though I didn’t. I’d been arrogant enough to dare people to call me out for my sins in the past, and then I’d forgotten to change my name, or delete my account, when I stopped playing like this.

Simon’s pictures were downright adorable. He looked cute but serious, barely smiling in any of the pics he’d put up on the app. Unlike most omegas, he’d used existing photos of himself, including one that looked like a family party with everyone else cut out, instead of sexy, mostly naked selfies. His bio said he was twenty-four years old and lived in the Barrington area, but he looked about nineteen.

He was a first-timer. Maybe that was what drew me to click on his fantasy request. Or maybe it was the nagging feeling that I knew him from somewhere. He looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I took that as a good sign that we would be compatible, though.

Now here I was, walking into the Dark Fantasies Club, about to pretend I was some cruel, sadistic alphahole who had custom-ordered an omega kidnapping in order to make Simon my slave.

“Victor. It’s good to see you again,” Caden Kuhl greeted me himself as I walked into the reception area.

I waved to Denny, the sweet on the outside, kinky on the inside beta who worked the front desk, then veered to the side to shake Caden’s hand.

“Caden,” I greeted him with a smile that was designed to look relaxed, even though I was anything but.

“Long time no see,” Caden said as he gestured for me to follow him back to one of the waiting rooms.

I glanced to the doors as we walked to the end of the hall, wondering if Simon was already in one of them.

“Life got busy,” I told Caden. It wasn’t a lie, it just wasn’t the full truth.

Caden nodded as he showed me into an empty room. “It happens to the best of us,” he said. “We’re here to help you unwind from all that.”

He gestured to a small table with a selection of drinks, everything from water to soda to small bottles of wine. I shook my head, too restless for any of it.

“I take it you’ve arranged everything with your omega, Simon, in advance?” Caden asked. He sounded conversational, but I knew the brief interview was protocol to make sure all participants were willing and prepared.

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “I know the drill. I’m just reading off my usual script. I’m a rich, spoiled alpha Dom without a conscience who has ordered an omega slave, who I intend to use until we both get tired of the game.”

God, I hated the way those words sounded coming from my mouth. I hated even more that my cock stirred in my suit trousers at the thought of everything I would do to Simon, the willing omega slave. I guess I hadn’t turned that new leaf over all the way if I felt that raw urge to dominate that beat like barbed wire around my heart.

Caden nodded. “You’re a good client and I trust your plans. All of your reviews have been stellar. I know that Simon will be in good hands with you.”

Simon would be in good hands with me, because there was an even chance I would call this whole thing off as soon as I sawhim, or within moments of attempting to get started, as guilt got the better of me.

Caden’s phone buzzed, and he reached into his back pocket to pull it out. He tapped it twice, then nodded, then looked up at me with a smile.

“You both have excellent timing today. Simon has just arrived, and Denny has just shown him into one of the waiting rooms. I’ll go prep him, then I’ll come fetch you.”

I nodded, energy racing through me. Not all of it was sexy. A lot of it was me questioning what the fuck I was doing messing around with omegas again after everything in the last couple of years.

Caden turned to go, but pivoted back to me.

“Incidentally, if you’re interested, we’re piloting a new program in a couple months,” he said. “We’ve been getting a lot of requests for omega auction scenarios, but the omegas actually want to be auctioned to alphas they didn’t preselect. There will be lists of criteria on both sides, and the alphas will have been preassigned which omegas they are to win at auction, but for the omegas, it’ll feel like an authentic experience. We’d love to have some of the Dark Fantasies Club’s top-reviewed and most trusted alphas help beta-test the program. Would you be interested?”

Part of me wanted to lunge at the idea with both arms. Another, growing part of me wanted nothing to do with it.

“Let’s see how this fantasy goes and I’ll let you know,” I said with a tight smile.

Caden nodded and winked. “Gotcha. I’ll go prep Simon, then I’ll come back to get you.”

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