Page 6 of His Master

He left, and I was suddenly alone with my thoughts. It wasn’t my favorite place to be, especially recently.

I paced the room, checking my reflection in one of the mirrors. One of the requests Simon and I had discussed was thatI wear a suit. That had made me smile. I almost always wore a suit, even when grocery shopping. I think I owned two pairs of jeans and a handful of T-shirts, for weekends, and half a dozen outfits for the gym.

Minutes ticked by, and I checked my cell phone for messages. There were a few, but none of them important. The office knew I was on vacation for a week, and that I had orders not to contact me unless it was an emergency, although I intended to get a few things done in the coming week where investigating whatever Uncle Vincent was up to was concerned. It would work better if everyone at Victory Holdings thought I wasn’t going anywhere near a computer as I did that.

I nearly jumped a minute or so later, when Caden knocked on the door, then stuck his head in.

“He’s ready for you,” he said with a smile. I headed straight for him and out to the hall. “He’s nervous,” Caden went on. “Most first-timers are. But I trust you’ll take good care of him.”

My conscience pinched at those words. I hadn’t always taken good care of omegas in the past. Granted, they hadn’t wanted me to take good care of them, they’d wanted me to humiliate them and make them hurt.

This was going to be a vastly different experience than anything I’d done before.

Those words hit me just as Caden knocked once, the only time either of us would break the scene, then entered the room.

“There he is,” Caden said, changing his tone of voice entirely to be curt and menacing. “He’s as meek and docile as they come, just like you asked for. And he’s got a supple mouth on him. You’ll be able to break him in no time.”

Yet another twinge of guilt hit me right in the gut. Pretending to break omegas who had been unwillingly sold into slavery had been part of my routine in the past.

I approached the couch where Simon the first-timer sat perfectly still, bound and blindfolded. He hadn’t been gagged, which gave me the perfect view of the mouth in question. His lips were soft and slightly parted as he panted with fear. He sat straight, like he’d been called into the principal’s office, but he shook like the room was freezing.

“Stand up, boy,” Caden barked.

Simon flinched, and a small sound of fright escaped from him.

I hated the fact that my cock responded to that.

It responded even more to the quick, almost graceful way Simon stood, keeping his back straight. Either he already knew slave posture and poses, despite being a first-timer, or he was naturally proper. Either way, I liked it.

Caden grabbed his arm and pulled him a few steps forward. “Stand there so my client can get a look at you and decide if you’re what he wants,” he ordered.

Another small sound got caught in Simon’s throat as he did what he’d been ordered to do.

I walked a slow circle around him, half so I could actually look at what I’d signed on for and half because I knew it would give Simon the feeling he’d sighed up for. That was the thing about these dark fantasies. More often than not, the omegas wanted to be terrified. They wanted the adrenaline rush of being objectified and dehumanized.

Simon was small and lithe, totally the sort of omega I liked. He was a foot shorter than me, and I was pretty sure I could lift him over my head with one hand. He was dressed nicely, though, and I could tell he came from a good family. He just had that good, obedient, well-mannered omega feel to him.

In fact, he’d probably signed up for the Dark Fantasies Club because he was so good most of the time that he craved being made to be bad and dirty. I felt like I knew his type, even thoughin the past, I’d gone for the slutty, cocky omegas from the wrong side of the tracks who needed to be put in their place.

“He’s pretty,” I said, stopping in front of him and brushing a hand up his bound arm to his neck. Simon sucked in a breath and trembled even more. “Soft skin. I like that. And you’re right about his mouth.”

I cradled the side of his face and brushed my thumb across his lips. Then I pushed my thumb between his lips and as far into his mouth as I could.

There were a lot of things you could tell about an omega and whether they were really ready for the sort of play you could get through a hook-up in the Dark Fantasies Club. How they responded to being touched and their reaction to you suddenly putting something in their mouth was one I relied on. I’d stopped scenes before they began in the past when the omega balked at a finger in their mouth.

Simon made a sound and almost gagged, but he didn’t back down. He drew in a shuddering breath through his nose and just let me test his mouth with my thumb. He even sucked it just a little before holding perfectly still.

My dick strained against my trousers at that.

“I think he might be the one,” I said, pleased, pulling my thumb out. “Let’s see the rest of him, though.”

The other test I gave omegas to see if they were ready was undressing them when they didn’t expect it. Simon wore a polo shirt, so I couldn’t unbutton it and push it off his shoulders, exposing his chest, like I would have done if he’d been wearing a button-down, so my hands went to the fastenings of his trousers instead.

It was more than I usually pushed things up front, but a part of me was hoping Simon would call the whole thing off so I could go back to that new leaf I’d turned over and pretend I didn’t want to do wicked things to him.

He whimpered slightly as I opened his fly, but he didn’t move or struggle as I shoved his trousers and underwear down to his thighs.

I hadn’t expected to find him already mostly hard. His omega cock was smaller than mine, of course, but about average for an omega. Its tip was already flared and wet with pre-cum. His small balls were drawn up and tight.

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