Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Victor

N ot more than ten minutes after getting Simon up to the penthouse and I had already veered wildly off-script. Usually, I brought omegas up to my play space, teased them for a while, maybe had them suck my cock, and if they were into impact play, I might flog them before letting them come.

With Simon, I'd wanted him so deeply right from the start that my desire had overridden good sense, and I'd bent him over and fucked him at the first opportunity.

And it had been magnificent. It usually took me a day or so to get into the fantasy before I could have orgasms so powerful my knot wanted to flare, even though the omega hadn't been in heat. My inner alpha was deeply disappointed that Simon wasn't in heat. It kept growling things at me like "breed", "mate", and "claim".

I'd needed to take a quick step back after I slid out of Simon, but for his sake, for the sake of maintaining his fantasy, I claimed I wanted to make a snack and just look at him for a while.

I did want to look at him. But I also needed to hit pause for myself and come to grips with what I'd just done. The fact that I did that while watching Simon's stretched-out hole leak his fluid and mine was just a bonus.

When we'd corresponded via email to set up the fantasy, Simon and I had talked about our experience levels along with what we wanted. Simon had been very clear that this was the first time he'd ever done anything like this, either with the Dark Fantasies Club or on his own. He'd hinted at a few encounters with alphas that he'd considered on the kinky side, but when I'd asked specific questions about submission and playing a slave, he was clear he'd never done it before.

You could have fooled me.

Simon was such a natural submissive that it had my skin prickling, my cock constantly ready to get hard, and my instinct to dominate roaring with excitement. He'd gone straight into a perfect kneeling pose. He'd allowed me to fuck his throat like he had no will of his own. And he just draped there, probably knowing what he looked like with his hole open wide to me, while I ate a sandwich, drank my tea, and puzzled over him.

He was a perfect submissive, but something wasn't right. The way his head stayed down without a hint of breaking the scene, the way his body was beyond limp, and the way his cock remained rigid through all of that had my senses pinging. I didn't just want to fuck and use Simon, I wanted to take care of him and protect him from whatever had beat him down.

"Right. I think we're ready to head down to the office," I said after I finished my snack, cleaned up, and dressed in my suit again.

Simon didn't reply, which had me thinking he'd fallen asleep for a moment. But when I went to pull him up from his draped position, his eyes were open and his breathing was steady.

He hadn't fallen asleep, he'd dropped into some kind of light subspace that had him just a bit loopy.

"Stand straight," I ordered him after turning him to face me. "Hold your hands out."

Simon blinked, coming back into focus, then followed the order without question.

I stepped to the side, fetching a collar and cuffs for his wrists and ankles from a drawer in a cabinet that held all sorts of fun toys against the wall. When I brought them back, Simon had already held out his arms for me to cuff him. His eyes shone with what I could only describe as giddy, terrified anticipation. He didn't say anything as I fastened the thick, leather cuffs, both wrists and ankles, but he caught his breath when I put the collar around his neck.

"Good boy," I said, then walked back to the table to fetch a short leash.

When I came back and clipped one end of the leash to a ring in the front of his collar, Simon's face flushed pink, and his mouth parted with gentle pants.

I had enough experience to know he liked the restraints. I also had enough to know they distressed him. It wouldn't have been the first time I'd interacted with an omega who had conflicted feelings about submitting. Who wouldn't have at least a bit of an instinctual struggle to give up their will to someone else, someone they'd just met?

"Come along," I told him, jerking the chain slightly and leading him toward the elevator doors.

I kept a sharp eye on Simon while pretending not to look at him as I hit the elevator door, then waited. I caught the way his breathing increased and the way the flush on his face spread to the rest of his body. His hard cock flagged, and I saw a few signs of shifting tension in him.

I knew why, even before the elevator doors slid open and I tugged him inside, then hit the button for the fourteenth floor. Simon didn't know I owned the entire building we were in now. He didn't know that the penthouse and the fourteenth floor were reserved exclusively for my use, and that no one could enter either of those floors without a code, which I punched in on the keypad before we started our journey down. For all he knew, I was about to walk him through the busy, Norwalk street in the middle of the afternoon, naked, wearing restraints, and still drippy and sticky with cum and slick.

Simon caught his breath when the doors slid open into the mock office set-up I used for my fantasies. It was empty, but I had the feeling that didn't keep him from imagining that all of the cubicles and side offices that we walked through after leaving the elevator were filled with curious employees who would ogle him.

I peeked sideways again to see if he liked the fantasy of being displayed to strangers. I couldn't quite tell. He was half hard, but I didn't quite know him well enough to know what part of his imagination was lighting up as we crossed the space to my corner office.

"I have work to do," I told him, leading him around the stylish, avant-garde chairs in front of my huge, glass-top desk. "I want you to be a good boy and hold my cock while I work."

"Yes, Master," Simon said in a hoarse whisper.

On the far side of my desk, I pulled out my rolling desk chair, then pushed Simon to his knees, unhooking the leash from his collar as I did. I set that aside, then maneuvered his arms to fasten his wrist restraints together behind his back before pushing until he was mostly under the desk. As he'd done before, Simon fell naturally into a submissive kneeling pose with his knees open and his genitals vulnerable.

Once he was where I wanted him, I removed my suit jacket and hung it on the back of my chair, undid the front of my trousers, then sat. I scooped my cock and balls out over the front of my trousers, then rolled my chair forward until Simon was between my knees.

"Hold," I ordered him, presenting my only slightly hard cock to him.

Without question or hesitation, Simon leaned forward, gently taking my cock into his mouth. He did it so perfectly that a sizzle of lust zipped down my spine, expanding my cock to fill his mouth more than I'd planned.

Simon didn't balk or question, though. As I settled in, turning on my computer and checking my phone while it booted up, he knelt there obediently, his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock.

I was impressed. Deeply impressed. Most of the omegas I'd done this to faltered or flinched, or got bored and restless. They'd just been playing at being a slave. The part of the fantasy that they really wanted was being fucked hard.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought that Simon was a real slave who had been broken and trained years ago. He radiated docility as he maintained his position between my legs, gently suckling my cock now and then when it started to slip out with either my movements or his. His breathing steadied to an almost meditative rate as I clicked through a few things on my computer to get to my email and some of the internal tracking programs Victory Holdings used to organize our business.

I peeked down through the glass desktop now and then to make certain Simon was okay. Watching my play partners lost in their fantasy was one of the reasons I'd gone for an impractical glass desk to begin with. I was surprised to find Simon's sweet, hazel eyes gazing adoringly back at me.

"Good boy," I said, reaching down to pet his hair for a moment.

The way he flushed pink at the compliment and sucked my cock, almost unconsciously, had me getting even harder in his mouth.

Simon wasn't just a natural as a slave, he made me feel like I could let go of my usual restraints and really be the master I longed to be.

Those thoughts lingered at the back of my mind as I checked daily figures and went through my usual routine to monitor everything Victory Holdings was involved in. I was technically on vacation, but I couldn't just let everything go. Not with the tense situation in the company lately.

There was nothing particularly wrong or taxing about me simply monitoring accounts, reading a few emails, and scanning reports. Because of the safeguards I'd had built into the system last year, when Uncle Vincent had first started making questionable decisions, no one would even know I was online.

Going about business as usual with Simon kneeling between my legs with my cock in his mouth was the most mind-bending thing ever. Because it somehow had me focused more on what I was seeing on my computer screen instead of getting distracted. My cock was warm and felt good, Simon's face was almost buried in my crotch, and his delicious scent wafted around me, like someone had filled the room with fruit and flowers. It was as if having the Dom part of me pleasantly occupied left more room for my business sense to concentrate.

And it was a good thing it did.

I wouldn't have noticed the tiny shift if I hadn't been absorbing everything on the computer screen in front of me. I would have just seen some numbers that had gone down, but they wouldn't have made a dent. Our investments fluctuated all the time, and officers of the company were authorized to move money between accounts to shore up investments that were faltering when others were doing well.

But the bank account that suddenly had a four-digit balance when it had boasted an eight-digit balance the day before wasn't one of the usual business accounts. It was one of the accounts the family used to pay ourselves out of. For all intents and purposes, it was our profit account.

"Where did all that money go?" I wondered aloud.

I felt a slight pull on my cock that said Simon was listening and responding to my puzzlement. I reached down and stroked his hair, running my fingers through its silkiness for a moment before bringing both hands back up to the keyboard.

There were only three people who had access to the family account, me, my cousin Vivien, and Uncle Vincent. Still, it wasn't an unimportant account. We used it when we had important projects we wanted to fund quickly. Seeing it suddenly empty might have meant either Uncle Vincent or Vivien had stumbled across something they wanted to invest in, and that they'd had to move fast, without consulting the other two first.

With everything Uncle Vincent had been getting up to in the last year, especially with Colin Gregory and kidnapping helpless omegas, I wasn't willing to let anything, no matter how little, slide.

I picked up my cell phone with one hand, resting the other hand on Simon's head for a moment. His mouth tightened around my cock and he gave a subtle suck before breathing through his nose contentedly.

I needed both hands to send a text to Vivien, though.

" Are you the one who drained the discretionary account or was that your father? "

I set my phone down face up, then continued to click and read more reports, searching for clues about where the money might have gone. Usually, when one of us picked up a new project, it showed up somewhere in the system.

I got so involved in my work that I shifted forward a bit, unintentionally thrusting my cock to the back of Simon's throat, gagging him.

"There, there, boy," I said, inching back and reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair.

Simon glanced up at me again, his eyes warm and gently pleading. Not pleading for release, just showing me he was eager to do anything for me.

I smiled at him, brushing my thumb over his forehead. If I didn't have such a huge question mark hanging over Victory Holdings right that minute, I would have pulled him out from behind the desk and found a creative way to fuck him, maybe even letting him come. I could already tell that he would be so relieved and take so much pleasure in being allowed to come that we would both enjoy it.

"In a minute, sweet boy," I said, thrusting my hips a tiny bit in lieu of a kiss.

Simon's eyes shone like I'd kissed him sweetly.

I almost threw work out the window to play with my precious omega then and there, but my phone buzzed with Vivien's reply.

I dragged my eyes away from Simon and picked up my phone.

" No, I thought you took it ," Vivian answered.

I frowned. That meant Uncle Vincent had moved the money. Moved tens of millions of dollars right out from under me and Vivien.

" Do you know what he wants it for? " I asked.

Vivien's reply took a few seconds to come through.

" How should I know? You two are the ones bickering. Leave me out of it. "

I frowned and huffed a breath through my nose at her flippant attitude.

I'd been trying for months to get Vivien to look more closely at what her father was doing with Victory Holdings, but she didn't seem to care as long as the money kept coming through to help maintain her yacht on the Riviera and her shopping trips abroad. Vivien might have owned thirty percent of the company, just like I did, with Uncle Vincent owning the controlling forty percent, but she didn't have much of an interest in the business, even though she was one of the most brilliant and savvy people I knew.

The increased sucking on my cock told me Simon was aware that something was out of sorts. I didn't want to worry him with any of it. I shouldn't have brought work into our fantasy in the first place. Simon didn't have anything to do with Victory Holdings or any of the increasingly shady things my uncle had been doing, like sanctioning omega kidnappings.

A sudden, irrational fear of Simon being kidnapped hit me out of nowhere. Our fantasy time together had barely begun, but I already felt like if anyone so much as laid a hand on my omega, I'd rip their arm off.

That was a sign that it was well past time to put work away and concentrate on the fantasy.

I let out a breath and tapped to a different contact on my phone.

" You can come in whenever you're ready ."

I sent the message off to my best friend, and my second for this fantasy, Artemis.

One thing I liked to do with my omega fantasy slaves, something Simon and I had discussed via email and that Simon had given the green light to, was bringing other people into the fantasy. Not to fuck. I absolutely did not share my omegas, and Simon had said he didn't want to be shared. Being looked at and objectified by a third party was within his limits, though.

" On my way ," Artemis replied a minute later.

I smiled, closed a few of the more sensitive tabs on my computer, then gazed down at Simon through the glass of the desktop.

"Suck," I ordered him.

Like other omegas, Simon responded well to harsh, one-word commands. Unlike other omega playmates, Simon did as he'd been ordered immediately and without grins or winking.

Simon upped the intensity of his attention to my cock, sucking and bobbing and using his tongue to make me hard. He blew me with single-minded focus and little regard for his own gag reflex or the comfort of his throat.

I loved it. I leaned back in my chair, gripping the arms and thrusting my hips up as my orgasm started to form, choking him harder. He took it all gracefully, though, like his sole purpose in life was to bring me off. He even knew to look up at me, eyes streaming involuntarily with his choking, giving me the pleasure of his emotion as well as that of his mouth.

Possessiveness rolled through me along with my building orgasm. As mad as the thought was, I found myself thinking "This is what a real slave is like."

That glorious feeling washed over me, igniting all of the worst parts of myself that I'd thought I put behind me, but making me feel right in my skin as well. That surge of power, the power to use another person and to control them completely, was beautiful and heady. I wanted to embrace that power and use it to thrust so deep into Simon's throat that I cut off his air and made him pass out.

Instead, and a little disturbed by my dark instincts, I pulled out, leaving Simon gasping, and used my hand to send my orgasm shooting across Simon's face. I had a lot of cum in my balls on an ordinary day, and there seemed to be even more than usual as I painted Simon's face and panting mouth with it.

When I was wrung out, I let out a satisfied sigh and rolled my chair back.

Simon wobbled a little as my rolling away made him lose his balance. He was quick to recover, though, and knelt there, slightly hunched under the desk, his face sticky and his lips still softly parted.

"Did I mention you are a work of art?" I panted, tucking my spent cock away and doing up my trousers. "So beautiful."

He was, too. He was the picture of debauched, subservient beauty, especially now that he was decidedly hard again, with a silky stream of pre-cum dribbling down the side of his cock.

"Works of art should be displayed, don't you think?" I asked.

"Yes, Master," Simon replied breathlessly.

"Well, come on."

I reached for him, pulling him out from under the desk and helping him to stand. He winced only a little as his legs straightened from kneeling for so long. He had more of that to come, though.

"Up you go," I told him, helping him to climb onto a clear spot on the left-hand corner of my desktop. "Kneeling position with your feet in the corner and your legs parallel to the sides of the desk."

Simon immediately knew what I wanted from him. He moved gracefully onto the desk, then settled into an absolutely gorgeous kneeling position in the corner, legs open, back bowed, wrists still secured behind his back. His cock stood straight up, and his balls hung tightly a few inches over the glass. More beautiful than that, my cum painted his face and lips, which were still open and panting.

"Let's see if we can improve on perfection," I said, coming around to the other side of the desk.

I reached for his cock with one hand, stroking until he was whimpering with the effort not to come. Simultaneously, I slipped my fingers between his gorgeous, round ass cheeks to finger his hole with one, two, then three fingers.

My touch had exactly the effect I wanted. Every breath Simon took was vocal with his efforts not to come. The pleasure and my fingers had opened his hole, and slick dripped out of him, almost as if he were in heat. It coated my fingers, and when I removed those, it streamed down onto the desktop, leaving a puddle of slick on the glass between his feet.

"Stunning," I gasped, stepping over to the side to wash my hands in the small sink that was part of the kitchen unit there. "There's nothing more beautiful than a hungry, wanton omega in full flush."

He looked about as debauched as was possible in his current state. He was young and fit, with perfect skin, an ass shaped for fucking, lips made for sucking, and the eagerness for it all radiating from him. Messy and dripping like he was, he was the picture of dirty sex.

That's exactly what he looked like when there was a knock on my office door.

Simon jerked like I'd touched a livewire to his balls and sucked in a breath. His eyes widened and his face flushed, but he didn't move from his sordid pose as I called out, "Come in."