Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Victor

I wasn't sure I should be doing this again. The Dark Fantasies Club felt like something the old me would do. The old me did do it. All the time. I used to love playing out scenes with masochistic omegas who got off on a big, scary, alpha Dom pushing them around and fucking them until they cried. In or out of heat. I used to get off on the thrill of being "Master" and everything my temporary omega slave let me do because of that.

I used to think the omegas I played with were stupid, that they deserved whatever cruel thing I could think up next.

I didn't think that anymore. Not since my uncle had been responsible for kidnapping an omega for real.

Well, partially responsible. His new business partner, Colin Gregory, had wanted revenge against his ex-business partner and friend, who had supposedly wronged him. He'd wanted to attack the ex-partner's business. My uncle had suggested going after his omega instead.

The omega had been rescued, thank God, and Gregory had died from an accidental, self-inflicted gunshot wound. Uncle Vincent had come out of the whole thing smelling like roses, of course. He'd convinced the police and everyone else that Gregory had acted alone and that he was horrified by the kidnapping.

I knew better. Because the thing was, the omega's kidnapping wasn't the first shady thing my uncle had done. And it wasn't like I'd suddenly had an attack of conscience because of one omega. The change in me had been brewing for a long time, ever since Uncle Vincent had started drawing me deeper into the inner workings of Victory Holdings. I'd thought I'd been in charge of a lot of the company before, but over the last two years, I'd learned that so much more was going on. Stuff that I definitely didn't approve of.

I didn't want to be associated with a company, or an uncle, that could do so much harm. I didn't want to be that asshole alpha anymore. But I had a massive stake in Victory Holdings that went well beyond owning thirty percent of the company. I believed in so many of the projects we were bankrolling, and I had ideas for more endeavors that would not only make money, they would help people.

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 saw him, 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."

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 that I 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 though in 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.

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 Club charity 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.