Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Victor

I sucked in a breath as my cock disappeared between Simon's sweet lips, then closed my eyes and lolled my head back against the sofa. I was a mess. My emotions were all over the place. I didn't know what I could possibly do to get out of the shit my uncle had thrown me in.

But in an instant, all that mattered was the pleasure my boy freely gave me.

I sighed and stretched one arm across the back of the sofa while threading my fingers through Simon's hair as he bobbed and slurped on my growing erection. There weren't words to explain to people who didn't know what the bond between a master and slave felt like. It was similar to the bond between an alpha and an omega, but a thousand times more potent.

Simon made me feel so powerful. He gave everything to me, including his pride, and in doing so, he was the making of me. So much that I was really starting to understand it was the slave in any relationship like this who had the real power. Simon was just following his instincts. Without him, I was just a crude, self-interested, former playboy with family problems.

I tightened my hand into a fist in his hair and pushed him down, thrusting deeper into his throat than he was taking me and making him choke and sputter. It was the kind of thing that someone who didn't understand would think was horrible, but Simon relaxed through his gagging, reveling in the control I took from him.

I didn't just want his throat, though. He wasn't in heat, so I didn't have his hormones enabling me to come multiple times in an hour. I just had him, his beautiful heart, and his need for me to use him.

"Enough," I gasped, pushing him back, then rubbing his shoulder and arm as he gagged and panted for breath.

I could tell he was shocked by the ferocity of both our needs, and it took him a second of gasping and painful swallowing to find his equilibrium again. He grasped for it while gazing up at me with watery eyes.

"Everything about you is amazing," I said, grasping the sides of his face, then pushing in for a kiss he didn't quite have the breath for.

Simon felt so pliable in my grasp, even though I knew he was struggling a little. It was the struggle that he offered to me, like a gift he couldn't afford, but wanted to give anyhow.

"Up," I said, pulling him by his head as I stood and stepped away from the couch.

I hooked my fingers through the ring on his collar and tugged him away from the couch and down the small hallway to my bedroom. Simon moved obediently. I could feel not only his willingness to be pulled around the way I was, but his joy in the dynamic we'd created between us.

That was the difference between Simon and all of those omegas I'd played with in the past. They had either been paid professionals or men on the Dark Fantasies Club app looking for a thrill. Simon had embodied his role to the point where I could feel it pulsing in him.

"Undress me," I ordered once I'd led Simon to the foot of my bed.

He obeyed at once, starting with my suit jacket and working his way down. I lifted my arms and my legs when I needed to, but let Simon do most of the work. The warm happiness that radiated from him, like his apricot and orange blossom scent, went miles to stripping the anger, frustration, and fear of everything my uncle was doing away from me.

When he was finished, I pulled him around to the side of the bed, fastened his wrist restraints behind his back, and pushed him forward. This was my actual bedroom, not a play space, so I didn't have any of the toys or furniture I usually would have used to play with an omega. All there was, in the entire universe, was Simon and me, and I loved it.

Instead of roughly taking what I want, I bent over Simon and kissed his cheek where his head was turned to one side. Then I kissed my way to his neck and bunched shoulders. I licked a line up the center of his neck to his hair, causing him to shiver and moan.

"You're going to be so sweet in heat," I purred against his ear as I stroked a hand down his side to caress his ass. "If you're this insatiable now, I can only imagine what you'll be like dripping and panting, your womb open and throbbing for my seed."

Simon moaned again, his mouth slightly open, and closed his eyes. I'd been well aware of how receptive to verbal fantasies he was when I'd asked him to pretend I was Artemis in my office. He'd definitely gotten off on that fantasy, which pleased me. There was no way in hell I was going to share something so precious to me with another alpha, but if I could paint a mental image to fire Simon's blood, I would absolutely do that.

"Do you want me to take your heat, boy?" I asked, then kissed my way down one of his arms to where his wrists were joined at the small of his back. "Do you want me to penetrate your womb and give you a breeding orgasm that makes you lose your mind?"

"Yes, Master," Simon groaned, his body twitching like he could already feel it.

"What if I restrained you in extreme bondage, your entire body bound with your legs wide open, and then I left you on display like that while you went through a heat wave?" I asked, stroking my fingers over the base of his spine and into the cleft between his cheeks. "I could hang you from the ceiling in my office so you dripped a puddle of slick over my desk as you suffered."

I pressed my fingers against his fluttering, wet hole, and he cried out, "Yes, Master, yes!"

"It's extremely mentally painful for an omega to be denied during heat," I said, thrusting just one finger into him, knowing it wouldn't be enough. "Are you certain you want to do that?"

"Yes, Master. Anything for you," Simon panted.

"What if I had another alpha fuck you while you were bound and suffering?" I asked, pushing two, then three fingers into him with increasing speed. "Or better still, a beta. He would violate you, but it wouldn't resolve that heat need."

"Whatever you want, Master," Simon wept.

His body was hot and tense around my fingers. I knew how badly he wanted to move so that the teasing sensation I was giving him would develop into real pleasure. He held perfectly still, though, just letting me have him.

Simon's submission was so beautiful, and it was completely natural. He was following an instinct that was as old as time so that he could give me what I needed.

What I needed was him, and as I withdrew my fingers and pulled him into my arms, I shifted gears to show that.

"You've become so precious to me so quickly," I said as I unhooked his wrist restraints, then moved us to lie the right way around in the bed.

I spread Simon out under me, brushing my hands across his body like I was claiming every inch of him with the gentlest of touches. His body shivered and arched in response, all while being so loose and pliable to whatever I wanted from him. His eyes stayed glued to me the whole time, though they were heavy-lidded with pleasure.

"You are mine," I said, the words coming from a place within me that was deeper than the roles we played. "Mine," I repeated, then bent to kiss his belly.

Someday, I would put my babies in there. I would watch Simon grow round with our children, watch his body soften and blossom. Someday, we would have the family together that I'd been denied, a family that would make my parents proud.

But in that moment, I wanted to be one with my precious omega slave in other ways.

I shifted down, dragging my tongue up the underside of his erection as it lay against his lower belly. Simon whimpered at the pleasure I gave him, then moaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth. I put all of my focus into giving him pleasure, which made my blood race with fire.

"Master," Simon panted, squirming enough to show me he was close to coming, but knew I'd forbidden him. "Master, please."

I pulled away from his cock with a wet slurp, which both relieved his agony and created a whole other kind. It was deeply satisfying to feel his pleasure, inside and out, as I kissed my way back up his belly, stopping to tease one of his still pink from play nipples, before continuing up until I could kiss him.

I didn't just kiss him a little. I slanted my mouth over his, invading him with my tongue, and wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. I wanted to make him feel all the love and gratitude he'd sparked in me. I wanted him to feel all the way in his soul that he'd changed me.

No sooner had those thoughts tickled the back of my mind than the threads that already joined us swirled together, forming into something stronger and thicker. I shouldn't have encouraged the process, not so soon after meeting Simon, but I wasn't sure I could stop it either.

I needed Simon. I needed the bond between us.

I shifted to scoop my arms under his knees, lifting his legs and pushing them up and out until his hole gaped for me. His scent was everywhere, like the freshest spring, the newest beginning. Slick streamed from him almost as intensely as if he were in heat. It made me wonder how wet he'd be once he was in heat. I wanted to drink it in, but I needed other things more.

"Simon," I growled, like a prayer, as I positioned myself, then plunged into him.

I wasn't gentle with him. I knew Simon wouldn't want me to be gentle. I took what I wanted from him, pumping harder and harder until my balls hit against his hot skin with each thrust. Simon cried out and grasped onto my arms as I spread over him, his eyes never leaving mine.

More than just my orgasm roared in me, like a wave building and crashing against the shore. It was like a bolt of white-hot lightning fired between us, growing bigger and bigger with each thrust. I could feel how good it was for Simon, and I knew he could feel my pleasure as acutely as his own.

I couldn't stop the crash in either of us. With a cry, I started to come, pleasure like nothing I'd ever felt consuming me. Simon came at the same time as me, completely uncontrollably, squeezing me with his whole body like he never wanted me to leave him.

The moment was perfect, and it seemed to go on for a long, long time. It wasn't quite a breeding orgasm, but it was close.

It was over far too soon, and my arms went rubbery for a moment before I collapsed to Simon's side, pulling out of him, even though I didn't want to. I immediately grabbed him and enclosed him in a hug that was as protective as it was affectionate.

"Mine," I sighed aloud, even as my alpha roared those same words in victory.

And there it was, hot and fresh and deeply open between us. The bond was a complete paradigm shift for me. I wasn't just one, lonely, controlling alpha anymore. I was part of something, part of a pairing that complimented each other in every way.

"Master," Simon sighed, wrapping his arms and legs around me and sagging against me, falling instantly into sleep.

I drifted off, too, more content than I had any right to be. I didn't think I'd ever experienced such contentment before.

I could have slept for hours, days, but after what couldn't have been more than an hour, the sound of my phone ringing woke me up. I'd left my phone in the living room when I'd brought Simon to bed, but the tone was loud enough that it had awakened me from my exhausted sleep. Either that or it had been ringing for a long time as someone tried to get in touch with me.

I sucked in a breath and sat bolt-upright, waking Simon as I did. It could have been Vivien. It could have been my uncle again. It could have been anyone, given the current circumstances.

"Master?" Simon asked groggily as I swung my legs around and got out of bed.

"It's alright," I told Simon, marching out of the bedroom and into the living room to answer the incessant call.

It was Artemis. That only made my heart pound faster.

"Hello?" I answered the call.

"Thank God you answered at last," Artemis said, proving he had been trying to call for a while.

"We were asleep," I said.

"Listen, you have to get out of there. Right now," Artemis said without any further greetings.

"What? Why?" I was fully awake in an instant.

"The police are coming," Artemis said. Judging by the sounds of the city on his end of the call, he was walking somewhere outside and walking fast.

"The police?"

"They're coming to arrest you for the kidnapping of Hayden Kipling, and now for kidnapping Simon as well."

"What?" I shouted, turning to look at Simon as he stepped cautiously into the room. "That makes no sense. I had nothing to do with Hayden Kipling, and I definitely haven't kidnapped Simon."

"Is that what it's going to look like when the police show up at your place and find you with him?" Artemis asked.

I drew in a breath and stood straighter. What the police would see when they arrived at my house was Simon naked, wearing a slave collar and restraints, a little battered and bruised from rough sex. What they wouldn't immediately see, unless they were part of a bonded alpha/omega pair, was the bond that pulsed, large and new, between us. And if they tried to separate me and Simon now, it would cause intense pain for both of us.

"Right," I said, nodding and making decisions in an instant. "Thanks for warning us."

I ended the call, even though I still had a million questions, and Artemis probably did, too, and headed back to Simon.

"We need to get cleaned up and dressed immediately," I said, steering him toward my en suite, even though we wouldn't have time for a full shower.

"Is everything alright?" Simon asked, his voice small and worried.

"No," I said honestly. "The police are on their way to arrest me for kidnapping you, and Hayden, too."

"You didn't kidnap me," Simon said, washing up when I handed him a wet rag from the sink. "I'll just tell them that. I'll…I'll tell them we're together, that we've just bonded."

"Under ordinary circumstances, I think that would be more than enough," I said. "But something tells me this is all part of my uncle's attempt to undermine us. Until I'm a hundred percent certain what I'm dealing with, I want to avoid the police, avoid any of this coming to a head."

"Yes, Master," Simon said, though he was definitely anxious as he spoke.

We raced through cleaning up and dressing as fast as we could. Simon headed back to the living room to put on the clothes he'd discarded earlier. I grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt from my closet and dressed there before rushing back to the living room to join him. I noticed right away that Simon had kept his collar and restraints on under his clothes, but I didn't have time to worry about whether it would help or hurt when anyone saw them.

"Where are we going from here?" Simon asked as I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the front door.

"I don't know," I said, hurrying out into the hall, then down to the stairs at the opposite end of the hall from the elevator. Instinct told me that it was safer to take the stairs when someone was after you. It was too easy to get trapped in an elevator. "We'll figure that out when we get there."

We reached the ground floor, where the stairwell let out into a small side alley that bordered the beach. The sun had gone down ages ago, but the condo complex was well-lit, even at night. The ocean rushed across the beach with rolling sounds that would have been soothing, if Simon and I were lying in bed with the balcony doors open in the bedroom. There wasn't any time to appreciate that now, though.

I took Simon around the back way to where I'd parked the SUV. The parking garage was dim, which reassured me. Everything was quiet, but that didn't mean it would stay that way.

As soon as I helped Simon into the passenger side of the car, I leapt into the driver's seat, turned the car on, then backed out of my place. Maybe it was silly, but I kept the headlights off at first and took the less-used side exit instead of going out the main way.

As it turned out, that was a good decision.

"Victor, look," Simon hissed, hunching down in his seat a little more as he glanced first in the side mirror, then over his shoulder at the garage.

Two police cars were just pulling into the garage through the main entrance. They didn't have their lights going, but there was no mistaking them and why they were there. I checked in the rear-view mirror in time to see a third car following the other two.

"Thank God for Artemis," I said, turning the nearest corner I could to get out of sight of the condo as quickly as possible.

In minutes, we were zipping away from the beach through nighttime-empty streets. We'd escaped my uncle's trap a second time, but I didn't know where to go next or how we could neutralize my uncle entirely before it was too late.

"Turn right here," Simon said out of the blue.

"Here?" I turned where he pointed.

"Yes, and make another right in two blocks,"

"Are you sure?" I asked, worried about putting my omega in any more danger than he already was.

But Simon said, "Yes," with absolute certainty. "I know where we can get help."