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I reached for those balls, cupping them and rolling them a bit before stroking him to full hardness. That wasn’t in the plan, but I couldn’t not touch him. I knew it was a violation of ordinary sensibilities, but I wanted my hand on his junk, and he clearly wanted to have the feelings that me fondling him gave him.

“Bend over the desk,” I ordered him. “I want to see your hole.”

Simon gasped for breath, then struggled to walk to the desk as Caden led him, then pushed him down until his chest and cheek rested on the desktop.

I gestured for Caden to untie his ankles, and once he did, I kicked Simon’s legs as wide as they would go with his trousers down. It was enough to put him in an objectified position. From there, I was able to stroke my hand around his incredibly enticing, round ass before pulling his cheeks apart to look at his hole.

The move was designed to make him feel like livestock being inspected. It was purposefully degrading. But having him helpless and spread like that had my blood pumping hard. Parting his cheeks to expose his dripping hole meant his omega scent, like apricots and orange blossoms, hit me hard.

“Mmm. I love that scent,” I growled.

And then I did something I never, ever did. I crouched behind him and stuck my face right up near his hole and sniffed him deeply, holding his cheeks open so hard that his skin pinked under my fingers.

Simon whimpered again, and his hole quivered, opening and pinching, leaking slick, as I breathed him in.

Then, because I couldn’t resist that scent, I buried my face in his ass, licking at his hole and slurping up every sweet drop that squeezed out of him.

Simon cried out and clenched, but I was almost certain it wasn’t fear motivating him, he was trying desperately not to come.

I smiled as I pulled back. Looks like we had some fun and games with denial coming up.

“How much for him?” I asked, my voice a gruff purr as I stood. I took the pocket square from my suit jacket and wiped the last traces of slick away.

I caught Simon watching that action out of the corner of his eye where his blindfold had slipped up as he continued to lie on the desk, his ass still on display.

“I won’t take less than five million,” Caden said, pretending to drive a hard bargain.

I grunted. “He’s barely worth two.”

I had the feeling Simon was worth a billion, but this was how the game was played.

“I can bring it down to four, but that’s my final offer,” Caden said.

I usually bartered the price down to the point where Caden made some sort of crack about cheap goods and bargain pricing. That was always great fuel for humiliating the omega later in the scene.

This time, however, I nodded and said “Four million it is.”

Even Caden looked surprised. “It’s a deal.”

We shook on it, because no actual money changed hands at this point in transactions for the Dark Fantasies Club. Money meant nothing inside a scene, although I had recently donated an obscene amount to the Dark Fantasies Clubcharity foundation, which worked to stop actual sex trafficking and operated several shelters for battered omegas across the country.

I turned back to Simon, grabbed him by the rope loosely binding his wrists, and helped him to stand. He was still shaking, but now his face and neck were pink with excitement. His cock was still hard and dripping as I jerked his trousers back up and fastened just the button, leaving the zipper undone. I would have kept them down, but we still had to walk to my car, and although the office’s parking lot was sheltered from prying eyes so that scenes could continue uninterrupted, it wasn’t completely private.

Simon’s blindfold had fallen off completely, which meant he got a good look at me as I reached toward the desk to retrieve it. His eyes were huge and round with lust and awe.

Yeah, this fantasy was going to be different. It was going to knock my socks off. I could already sense it, like I didn’t think I would get the apricot and orange blossom scent out of my nose or off my tongue. Ever.

I stepped behind Simon to refasten the blindfold, then grabbed him by one arm and walked him forward, nodding to Caden as I did.

“You belong to me now, boy,” I told him, pulling him through the door and out toward the parking lot. “You will call me ‘Master’, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to master you in every way.”

Maybe I hadn’t turned over a new leaf. Maybe I still was that alpha. Because all I could think about as I dragged Simon out to my car, Caden following silently behind with what I assumed was Simon’s bag, and threw him into the back seat, securing him with a seatbelt, was that I wanted to do wicked, dirty things to Simon and make him submit to me completely.

CHAPTER THREE

Simon

Ihad never been so terrified in my life. I couldn’t stop shaking as Victor drove away from the Dark Fantasies Club office and on to wherever he wanted to take me so that he could use me. He’d buckled me in, even though I lay on my side in the back seat of his SUV, and my trembling meant that the belt dug into my side and arm.

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