Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Simon

I t was sordid bliss, and I was definitely in the zone. My heart had never felt so free, and my body relaxed the way it did when I'd drunk just enough alcohol to mellow out, but not enough to get drunk.

Actually, I did feel drunk. I was drunk on Victor's cock, on the feelings it gave me just holding it in my mouth as I knelt under his desk, my arms bound behind me. Even the way he paid only cursory attention to me as he typed away on his computer felt so, so good. I could sense something about his work concerned him, and I reacted to his shifts in tension, but everything flooded out of my brain entirely when he stroked my head like I was his pet.

Then he'd come all over my face, then set me up on his desk, like some sort of giant, horny paperweight. It should have been humiliating, it was humiliating, really, but I reveled in the way Victor looked at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

I loved this fantasy. It felt like the me who was the son of an upper-middle-class family, who had been to university and worked in a legal office, was the pretend and the me who wanted nothing more than to please his master and offer himself to be used was the true me.

It was wrong. The shame that came with my elation was almost overpowering. I was sick to enjoy this so much.

And then came the knock at the door.

"Come in," Victor called over his shoulder, still observing me, though he stood just out of view behind me.

A shudder passed visibly through me. I fought it by putting all my efforts into holding the pose Victor had told me to maintain. But as I tasted the salt and musk of his cum as he seeped between my lips, the office door opened and someone else entered the room.

"Victor," a deep, male, almost certainly alpha voice said behind me.

"Artemis, hello," Victor said, stepping away from me to shake the man's hand.

I kept my eyes straight forward, searching in the glass opposite me for the new alpha's reflection. It was a bright day outside, though, and all I could make out was a faint impression, like a ghost. I was only able to see that this new man, Artemis, was an inch or two shorter than Victor, but still tall and broad.

"I see you have some new artwork," Artemis said, and I imagined he gestured toward me.

"Yes," Victor said. "He's absolutely exquisite. Come and see for yourself."

I sucked in a breath, tasting more salt on my lips, but kept my eyes straight forward as Victor brought the other alpha around the desk to view me.

We'd talked about other people dropping by our fantasy when Victor and I had corresponded. We'd talked about a lot of things. So many that I couldn't remember what I'd said about other people. I hadn't given Victor permission to share me, had I? Had I? Was I about to be handed over to this other man so Victor could watch his good slave being fucked by someone else?

I didn't want anyone but Victor, but something deep in my gut knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if it would please my master, I would willingly let him give me to another so he could watch.

I tried not to breathe so fast and shallowly that I would pass out as Victor and Artemis came into full view in front of me. I kept my eyes forward, following the instinct not to look an alpha in the eyes unless I'd been given permission.

"Wow," Artemis said, crossing his arms and leaning back a bit as he drank in the sight of me. "You weren't kidding when you said he was exquisite. I've never seen anything so beautiful."

I knew what I looked like. I was naked, flushed, and sweating just a bit. My face was still smeared with fresh cum, and my thighs were crusted with old cum and slick. I knelt in a puddle of slick, and I could feel I was still dripping. Not only that, I was still hard. Being scrutinized like that was a twisted turn-on.

"Where do you find these sorts of gems," Artemis said, taking in every detail of my body and its current state. "Just looking at him makes me want to fuck him."

Artemis reached out a hand like he would brush it over my leg.

"Don't!" Victor snapped, so loudly and suddenly that I jumped.

I wasn't the only one. Artemis yanked his hand back fast, glancing to Victor in surprise.

"Sorry," Victor said, sounding a little sheepish for his reaction. "It's just…this one is different."

Artemis blinked at Victor, then said, "I can see that."

I wished I could see his face, see Victor's face, too. The mood felt different, that much was certain. The air had felt easy, casual when Artemis had entered the office. Now it crackled with something.

"I had him special-ordered," Victor went on, like he was trying to remember his lines in a play.

He moved closer to me and rested a hand on my thigh, stroking it up to my hip, then across my stomach and up to play with one of my nipples. He moved it on to caress my shoulder and neck, then cupped my face for a moment.

The whole, sweeping touch was intimate and special, and my body sang with it. My cock, which had started to flag, filled again.

"Oh," Artemis said, looking more at Victor than me. "I see."

"I didn't think perfection was possible, but I've been proven wrong," Victor said, his voice sounding like he was reciting lines again.

I tried not to be disappointed, tried to remind myself it was all a fantasy. According to the reviews on Victor's Dark Fantasies app profile, he'd played with omegas like this a dozen times before and more. I wasn't special.

Except my master absolutely made me feel special.

"Simon here is sweet and lovely, and so very obedient," Victor said, a touch of genuineness in his voice. "Aren't you, Simon?"

"Yes, Master," I answered immediately and instinctively.

"Good boy."

I sucked in a breath at his words, flushing with satisfaction at being praised.

It went further than that. In what my instinct told me was an unplanned move on Victor's part, he brushed his hand down my chest again to stroke my cock and fondle my balls…with Artemis looking on, his trousers swiftly tenting.

It was a test. I knew it was a test. My master was pleasuring me in front of his friend to show how good and obedient I was. I wasn't allowed to come unless he said, so I wouldn't.

But it was next to impossible not to. Victor's hand felt so good on me. My cock had been hard for so long that it was painful, and my balls needed desperately to empty. I had to fight for control as Victor's touch grew more insistent. Tears broke free from my eyes, and I whimpered and moaned with the pain of not coming. I could feel slick practically pouring out of my hole onto the desktop.

"Fuck, Victor," Artemis gasped, reaching for his crotch, presumably to stop himself from coming. "Are you sure you found him on the app? You didn't buy yourself a real slave, did you?"

Victor didn't answer. I felt like I was waiting on a knife's edge. Everything within me longed for him to say this was real, that he actually owned me, and it wasn't just playing.

At the same time, that notion had the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Maybe Victor was the sort of man who would actually purchase another human being. Maybe I'd fallen into a real trafficking situation.

"Come for me, boy," Victor said, his voice dark and dusky.

I groaned and jerked my hips into his rough touch as my body spasmed with orgasm. My thin cum shot from me, spilling over Victor's hand and onto the glass between my spread knees. I pushed myself to keep coming for as long as I could to please my master.

Artemis hissed a curse under his breath, and all the pleasure and pride I felt in obeying my master's command withered into deep, crushing shame. As soon as Victor took his hand off me, I let out a heavy breath and sagged into my kneeling pose, lowering my head.

Oh, God. I'd just let a man I barely knew jerk me off until I came hard with an alpha I didn't know at all watching me. While already messy with slick and cum. Artemis was still breathing hard as he took in the sight of me, and Victor was beaming with wicked pride.

And I loved it. It had felt incredible to be so good, to let myself be humiliated in that way, just so that the alpha who owned me could show off. Part of me wallowed in pride and satisfaction, eager to go farther and to do more to please him.

The rest of me was sick at how deranged I was to love something like that. How could I ever look Hayden or my parents or my friends and the people I worked with in the eyes again, knowing that I wanted something so degrading so much?

Artemis cleared his throat, bringing some of my focus back to the room, though I kept my head bowed. I shouldn't have, but Victor didn't correct my posture of shame.

"Please tell me you really did find him through the Dark Fantasies Club," Artemis said, deeply serious.

"I did," Victor admitted as he walked over to the small sink to wash his hands again. "I'm still processing my luck at finding him."

My heart caught in my chest, and I immediately overanalyzed those words. What was he processing? Was I too much for him? Did I disgust him as much as I disgusted myself? Was he going to call the whole fantasy off because I was too much for him?

No! I didn't want that. I didn't want it at all. Victor was my master. If this was a trafficking situation and he decided to keep me and own me for real, I wouldn't fight it. I would be his slave in actuality. I'd willingly do whatever depraved thing he wanted from me. I would?—

"I know this isn't why you invited me here and technically you're on vacation, but have you seen the email that went out to the board of directors earlier?" Artemis asked.

The question snapped my thoughts back into the present, and that little part of me that understood business and the way companies worked pricked its ears.

Victor walked back to the desk. "I did," he said, his tone of voice completely changed to something cold and stern. "On top of that, our family's discretionary account has suddenly been drained, and Vivien doesn't know anything about it."

Artemis grunted. "Your uncle is about to make a move."

"Uncle Vincent has been making moves and twisting this company into something it shouldn't be for more than a year now," Victor answered.

"It's his company," Artemis said, moving around to the other side of the desk and out of my view.

"It's our family's company," Victor corrected him behind me. I wondered if he had gestured for Artemis to take the discussion away from me as a way to give me a second to recover. "He and my father started it forty years ago. He, Vivien, and I own it jointly now."

"He's been operating as if it's his company and his alone for a while, though," Artemis said. "The board is more than a little concerned after some of the things that have happened in the last year. That omega kidnapping, for one."

I drew in a sharp breath and lifted my head slightly. Was he talking about Hayden?

"Colin Gregory and everything that happened with him was the last straw for me," Victor said, suddenly sounding tired. "I can't let whatever shady deal Uncle Vincent is trying to pull off now go through. He and Vivien are only interested in money and power, but I can't be like that anymore. Victory Holdings has to start creating good in the world."

My heart beat faster. It sounded like Victor wanted to atone for the things his uncle, and Vivien, whoever she was, had done. I remembered the apology he'd made to Hayden and Mace at the pool party.

"Don't beat yourself up if you can't turn everything around in an instant," Artemis said. I heard what sounded like a hand being clapped on a shoulder. "You're trying. That in itself is a new chapter in the story of Victory Holdings."

"Seeing that bank account drained worries me, though," Victor said.

"You have your own accounts, right?" Artemis asked. I would have asked the same thing. "If he cuts you off from the company, you'll stay afloat, won't you?"

"Of course," Victor said. "I've always kept my personal money separate. He can't touch that."

I smiled a little. My master was intelligent and clever.

My smile dropped. I shouldn't be thinking of Victor as my master outside of the parameters of our fantasy.

"What about Vivien?" Artemis asked. "Is she trying to push you out, too?"

Half a dozen thoughts and questions zipped through my head before Victor could answer. What was Victory Holding's corporate structure? Was there a contract in place for its ownership? What provisions were made in Victor's father's will regarding his percentage of ownership of the company? Were there legal ramifications if he was ousted? If his uncle and Vivien attempted to oust him and failed? What did the board of directors think, and what sort of power did they have to act against the interests of the owners? Was the board more favorable to Victor or to his uncle?

"I don't know what Vivien wants, other than to bask on her yacht, flirting with the beta attendants she hires to wait on her and accompany her on shopping trips," Victor said. "She's hasn't been particularly interested in Victory Holdings for years, only the bit of it that shows up in her bank account."

"That could work in your favor if things get dicey," Artemis said.

Victor sighed. "Or it could very much work against me. Neither Uncle Victor nor I have a majority share in the company. Both of us need Vivien's thirty percent if we're going to make any sort of move to curtail the other."

"Then it sounds like you should be wooing Vivien," Artemis said.

"Trust me, I'm trying."

My attention drifted as I thought about everything I'd just overheard. From the sound of things, whoever had distributed the ownership shares of Victory Holdings knew there might come a time when opinions about the direction or workings of the company would differ. It made me wonder if the Woodbury family had always been at odds with each other.

A holding company was more of an umbrella for other companies than an entity that produced or did something itself. If it came to it, I wondered if the parties involved would be open to splitting the company and going their separate ways. I'd assisted in more corporate divisions and mergers in my years at my parents' law office than I could remember. Sometimes they were messy, sometimes they were easy, but when there was tension at the top, it was often easier, not to mention more profitable, for everyone to just break things up and move on.

Family was a different story, though. Everything got ten thousand times more complicated when family was involved. And if Vincent Woodbury was trying to take Victory Holdings in a bad, potentially criminal direction, which I'd had the feeling he was, based on what we'd all learned about Colin Gregory's involvement earlier in the year, then it would definitely be better for Victor to get out while he still?—

The door shutting snapped me out of my thoughts. I pushed myself to resume my kneeling pose, even though my body ached all over from holding it for so long, and from the release of my orgasm. My mind also hurt as I shifted from Paralegal Simon to Victor's Slave.

I listened to Victor's footsteps as he walked slowly back to the desk. I wished I could hear his thoughts the way I could smell his scent, which was still strong because of the cum drying on my face. I couldn't say for certain, but I felt like he was working to get back into character the same way I was.

Finally, he reached the desk behind me, caressed the mound of my ass, and said, "You were such a good boy for my guest."

In an instant, I was right back in slave mode.

"Thank you, Master," I whispered, pushing my shoulders back, my back straight, and my hips forward. My cock had gone completely limp, but it started to fill again.

"Artemis wanted you," he went on, moving close enough to whisper right against my ear. His hands slipped around my hips and traveled down my now crusty thighs. "You were so beautiful and so sexy that he was practically begging me to let him fuck you."

I drew in a shuddering breath. Victor wasn't making that up, but he was exaggerating a bit to cause a stir in me.

He stroked the inside of my thighs, all the way up to almost touch my balls. "Would you have liked that?" he asked me, his breath hot against my neck. "Would you have liked to spread your ass and beg my guest to fill you with his cock and pump all his cum into you, because I wanted to see it?"

I started to tremble as the powerful, inner pull to please in the most humiliating way possible gripped me. Victor's hands caressing my thighs, hips, and ass without touching the things I really wanted him to touch didn't help that feeling of sinking into deep, deep submission.

"If you had wanted it, Master, I would have done it," I said, my voice wispy and tight.

"Really?" Victor asked, drawing his hands up to play with my balls at last. "Would you have let him fuck your throat, like I did?"

He pulled his other hand up my body to brush his fingers over my cheek, gathering some of his sticky cum, then thrusting those fingers into my mouth.

I moaned and sucked on his fingers, my eyes rolling back into my head for a moment as Victor took me back to the place where I felt so alive and so comfortable.

"'es, 'aster," I said around his fingers in my mouth.

"Would you have let him dump his cum in you while I watched?" he asked, his voice a wicked purr.

"Yes, Master," I said as he moved his hands out of my mouth.

He grabbed me by the hips and yanked me back and off the desk. My legs ached from staying still for so long as they straightened and dropped to the floor.

Victor pushed me forward so that I lay over the cool glass, my face and upper body pushed into the mess of slick and cum I'd left there. I heard a sharp zip, and a moment later, his hard, hot cock was pushing into my hole.

I cried out at the suddenness of the invasion, my entire body going limp with acceptance.

"Would you have taken him like this if I wished it?" Victor panted, picking up his pace and going deeper as he fucked me.

"Yes, Master, yes!" I gasped, more for the rough pleasure he was giving me than in agreement, though there was that, too.

"Imagine that I'm him now," he ordered me. "Close your eyes and imagine I've shared you with my friend. Pretend I have given you to someone else and I'm standing to the side, watching his cock pound you and his cum fill you."

I let out an unexpected sob, mostly because it was so easy to let my mind rush off to the fantasy Victor had created with his words. I'd always had a powerful imagination, and in that moment, as my hole stretched and burned and my body jerked, slipping through the fluid on the desk, it was so easy to imagine Artemis was callously fucking me while Victor looked on, stroking himself as the sight of me being used aroused him.

It was demeaning. It was thrilling. I felt dirty and sick. My heart sang with satisfaction at making my master happy. I felt less than human and greater than an angel. My cock grew hard on the slippery glass under me, but I knew I wouldn't come.

"Fuck! God!" Victor gasped as he came undone, shooting what must have been a river of cum into me. "So fucking perfect!"

The force of his last few thrusts slammed my hips against the table in a way I knew would leave bruises, but I loved that. When my master finally pulled out, he left me splayed where I was, once again leaking slick and cum as I lay in even more mess on the desktop.

I didn't move. I knew my master would want to look at me the way I was, sticky and fucked-out. I wanted him to look at me like that. I wanted him to see how low I would go for him.

"Gorgeous," he panted, slapping my ass before walking over to the sink.

I squeezed my already closed eyes, letting the tears spill out. There were no words for how good it felt to hear my master's approval…or for how disgraced it felt to know how sick and damaged I was for craving it.