Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Victor

I t all made sense now. And I meant that on the grandest scale possible. Simon had been upset because his natural instincts were in complete contradiction to the messaging that omegas got these days. I was sure he still had a long way to go before he reached complete acceptance, but we'd made a start together.

Everything made sense for me as well. I cared for Simon. He was my responsibility as his alpha, for however long our fantasy lasted, but it went beyond that as well. It was one of those ethereal things that couldn't be described with words, but I felt like Simon and I were connected on a visceral level.

The channels were all open. We had strong bond potential. All we had to do was decide whether to make that connection or let it pass.

And I wanted it, as soon and sudden as it was. I desperately wanted it.

I had to let logic and rationality take a front seat, though.

At least for now.

"Come along, boy," I told Simon, standing and hooking my fingers through the ring at the front of his collar to bring him to his feet with me. "I'm starving, and I want to eat something other than your hole."

I glanced over my shoulder to him as I led him from the bedroom into the main part of the apartment.

"I'll save that for dessert," I added.

"Yes, Master," Simon said, joy and relief radiating from him, though he kept his head bowed subserviently.

I usually required my omega playmates to keep their heads down and their eyes averted through the fantasy, unless I ordered otherwise, but that wasn't what I wanted from Simon at all.

"Eyes on me at all times," I told him, as we reached the open kitchen at the other end of the apartment's vast main room. "Unless I tell you otherwise. I want your attention fully on me so you're ready to serve me."

"Yes, Master," Simon said, unable to keep the smile off his lips or out of his eyes.

I loved it. My sweet slave had taken the first step on his journey of self-acceptance.

I had him kneel on the hard, tile floor once we reached the kitchen, kicking his knees farther apart, pushing his shoulders back, and stroking my hand up his throat to lift his face to me. He'd already assumed a perfect pose, and the rough touch was more to reinforce his place than to make any corrections.

It was magnificent the way Simon worked to hold the elongated pose as I went about cooking supper. I liked to cook, unlike everyone else in my family, and I took my time, seasoning the chicken just right, chopping the vegetables, and prepping the pasta to go on the side.

Simon watched me the entire time, his posture never faltering. His breathing was easy and gentle, and he continued to radiate contentment through all of my work.

I loved it. More than I should have. It stirred a deep satisfaction in me to have my omega on his knees, probably hurting a little from the tile and his pose, waiting for my slightest command. It didn't feel at all like fantasies of the past. It felt incredibly real.

"Come," I ordered Simon once the meal was finished and I'd carried one, heaping plate to the table in the dining room area adjacent to the kitchen.

Simon got up and followed me, eyes wide with sweet anticipation.

"Kneel," I told him pointing to the floor next to my chair as I sat.

He obeyed at once, resuming his pose by my chair. His knees were red and I caught a spasm in his back that hinted he was strained, but he did as I told him anyhow.

Once he was in position, I cut into my meat, ate a bite myself, then cut another bite. I picked that up with my fingers and pivoted to feed it to Simon.

Simon drew in a sharp breath, then seemed to fall into bliss as he ate from my hand, like a dog. It was standard fare as far as eating with an omega slave went, but like everything else I'd been doing with Simon, it felt so different.

"I should have taken your robe off when we were still in the bedroom," I told him, raking his half-concealed body with a hungry look that my supper wouldn't satisfy. "But I like the way you look right now."

In fact, Simon looked like the personification of temptation. The robe that had been wrapped around him while we'd had our important talk hung loose around him, covering nothing of his front. The way it had slipped off one shoulder made him look hot and coy, like something out of a, well, a fantasy.

Simon was my fantasy made real, and I had the distinct feeling that the more I settled into my alpha-Dom role, the more I was his. That made it incredibly hard to resist the pull of the potential bond between us.

I fed him a few buttered green beans, smearing a bit of the butter around his lips. The effect had my cock growing right there at the table. Mine wasn't the only one, though.

"How did I get so lucky to buy such a perfect slave?" I asked, popping a tortellini into Simon's mouth.

I couldn't resist kissing him after.

Simon smiled, swallowed, and I fed him another bean, then kissed him again.

His smile grew. I liked it. I fed him another bit of chicken, then kissed him again.

Simon giggled, then lowered his eyes, abashed.

My heart fluttered in my chest, and I smiled back at him as I took a few bites for myself.

This wasn't what a fantasy master/slave relationship was supposed to be in playtimes like these. I was beginning to wonder if this was what that kind of relationship was like in real life, though. At least, when the slave hadn't been forced into their role. We'd both fallen so easily into this dynamic that it had to be authentic.

"I don't want you to eat too much," I told Simon, finishing up our supper myself once I sensed his hunger had been satisfied. "I'm not a fan of forced vomiting or defecation, and I have a feeling you aren't either."

"I will do whatever you want, Master," Simon said, ease radiating from him.

I nodded as I swallowed my last bite, then set the plate on the floor.

"Clean that," I told him, then shifted to watch as he bent over and licked the plate clean without using his hands.

Yeah, Simon absolutely had the instinct for serving that real omega slaves had. So much that I was beginning to wonder if he might not be a danger to himself.

Once the plate was clean, I gestured for him to pick it up, then follow me into the kitchen.

"You know how to load a dishwasher and clean up a kitchen?" I asked, leaning against one of the counters.

Simon hesitated for only a moment before saying, "Yes, Master."

I nodded to the dirty pots and pans I'd left on the stove. "Then have at it."

Simon's mouth twitched, but that was the only indication I got from him that the decidedly domestic order amused him before he set to work cleaning up after the meal.

It wasn't spanking or fucking or making him hold my cock in his mouth for an hour, but as far as I was concerned, standing there and just watching as Simon cleaned up my kitchen as though he'd lived there as long as I had was the perfect task for a sub. Honestly, any alpha who expected his omega to clean up whatever domestic mess he'd made without lifting a finger to help was bordering on treating his mate like a slave anyhow.

His mate. I smiled as the comfortable thought wrapped itself around me while I watched Simon work. It was ridiculous to think of Simon as my mate when we'd only just met that afternoon, aside from our email exchange before the fantasy. I still had that feeling like I knew him already, like we were somehow connected, but I couldn't place it. It was like I'd sat next to Simon on the train or something. He wasn't completely foreign to me.

Or maybe that was part of the whole bond potential thing. Sometimes alphas and omegas just knew when they met that they were mates. It was rare, but it did happen.

"What would you like me to do now, Master?" Simon asked once he had the pots scrubbed, the dishwasher loaded, and the countertops wiped clean.

I grinned and stroked my chin, drinking in the sight of him and contemplating what I could do that would give Simon the submissive feelings he craved. And what kind of controlled cruelty would make that part of me hard.

"I think a little after-dinner entertainment is in order before bed," I said, even though just the mention of bed sent a wave of exhaustion through me after the hectic day I'd had. "I think I'd like to play with you for a while."

Simon's eyes lit up. "Yes, Master. I would like to be played with."

"Good." I nodded. "Follow me."

I started out of the kitchen and across to the living area, which contained more than just your standard TV and couch.

Simon started to follow, but I turned around and told him. "Crawl."

Simon sucked in a breath, then went straight to his hands and knees, crawling after me as I headed over to some of my play furniture.

It was my turn to feel conflicted as I opened a cabinet next to the ladder built into the wall at the far end of the room to reveal a large collection of floggers, canes, whips, and other impact tools. The scent of leather wafted out once the doors were open, but it wasn't as strong as Simon's sweet scent once he reached my side and assumed an obedient kneeling position by my feet.

I glanced at my toys, then down at Simon to try to gauge what he might like. As I'd ordered him before, his eyes were on me and not the cabinet. It was like he was telling me that whatever I wanted, he would obey.

I wasn't sure if simply flogging him or caning his ass, like I tended to do when following the script with past omega playmates, was what either of us wanted. Simon didn't give off pain-slut vibes. He was more of a degradation and subservience kind of submissive. The one thing about him that I was certain of was that he was highly sexual, maybe more than he even knew.

"I know what I want to see," I said with a smile, turning back to him. "Up."

I assisted the order by grabbing the ring in his collar and pulling him to his feet a little faster than he was ready for. That questionable balance helped him feel more dependent on me, I could tell.

I walked behind him and took the robe from his shoulders, then said, "Lift your arms."

When he did, I swept my hands around his pert ass, up his back, then up his arms to his wrist restraints, causing him to shiver. I moved him a little, to a spot underneath a series of ropes and pulleys waited in the ceiling.

It didn't take long at all to loosen the ropes from their holds on the wall beside us, lower them so I could attach the rings in Simon's restraints to the clasps at the end of the ropes, then to pull the ropes up until Simon's arms were stretched up and out to his sides. After that, I completed the picture I wanted to make by attaching a long spreader bar between his ankles.

"Didn't I say you were a work of art?" I asked, smiling at him as he was stretched like a naked X in front of me. "You should be displayed like this all the time."

"Yes, Master," Simon said, smiling and far more at peace with being displayed than he was that afternoon, although I know he'd liked sitting on my desk, all messy and smelling of sex and sweetness.

"I think you need a little more decoration, though," I said, heading over to the cabinet.

It was all in the decoration. I'd started to get a feel for that this afternoon, but the vibes I was getting off of Simon now confirmed it. Being displayed and observed was horrifically embarrassing to him, but he liked it. I had a feeling he'd liked Artemis ogling him, though that feeling was more because it meant he was serving me by suffering.

I could give him that. I took a particularly large, vibrating plug from the cabinet, along with some nipple clamps, which I concealed in my pocket for the time being, then headed back over to him.

"Let's see how pretty we can make you look," I said, grinning at him with what felt like a sadistic gleam in my eyes.

The way Simon sucked in a breath of anticipation told me he saw it…and liked it.

"First, I'm going to need some of this."

I reached under his hardening cock and balls to plunge my fingers into his hole. As expected, he was already wet with slick and getting wetter. If this was the amount of slick that he produced outside of heat, I was dying to see how he gushed when he was in heat. I was just dying to see, and fuck, Simon in heat anyhow.

The fact that he'd shared his heat cycle, that he was another four months out from his next heat, and that I knew in my bones no other alpha would ever take him through heat besides me ever again, was a heavy thought in the middle of my increasing arousal.

My palm was full of slick within thirty seconds. I drew it away, then wiped the opalescent liquid over one side of Simon's face then the other. Then I gathered more and spread it across his mouth and chin. Simon caught his breath, his cock filling more and more as I spread the evidence of his own arousal on his face, making him taste himself.

"Yes, that's more like it," I said, wiping my hand on his chest and rubbing one of his nipples as I did. "You're so beautiful when you're slathered in sex."

He made an involuntary sound of arousal at my praise. Simon liked being praised as much as he loved being laid low.

"Let's see if we can make more."

I moved behind him and took the plug out of my pocket. It was designed for a slippery omega, which meant the head was bulbous and caused Simon to cry out a little as I stretched his hole wide to get it in. The neck was tapered, though, so once it was in place, it stayed there, even though Simon was dripping.

As soon as I turned it on, Simon jolted, then let out a moan of pleasure. His already hard cock twitched for more and beaded with precum. His eyes stayed fixed on me, though they had already gone hazy. He was fighting to maintain his focus as pleasure consumed him.

"There's still something missing," I said, reaching into my pocket again.

The haze cleared from Simon's eyes when I brought out the nipple clamps, replaced for a second by fear. Emotions of all sorts continued to flit across his face as I fastened one clamp, then the other onto his sweet, pink nipples.

Simon let out a groan of pain with each one, but as soon as they were in place, I took a step back and upped the intensity of the plug using the remote in my robe pocket. He gasped and jerked, and then the real show began.

I would have bet just about anything that Simon had never experienced the war of pleasure and pain in his body before. This was his first fantasy, and I'd long since decided he'd never played outside of a fantasy. Watching him flinch and moan and struggle for the very first time as his senses overloaded was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

I added to all of that by stepping forward to place my hand under his hole, like it was a soap dispenser, and letting the slick that poured out of him fill my palm. Then I stepped back, thrilled at the way his slick continued to drip down in a long, viscous stream, and used his fluid like lube as I stroked my cock.

"Mmm," I hummed, leaning back against the back of the nearby sofa. "Gorgeous."

I spread my legs and stroked my length slowly with one hand and handled my balls with the other. Simon's gaze dropped to watch me, and even though it wasn't technically part of his order to look at me at all times, it was what I wanted.

"See how thick and hard you've made my cock?" I teased him with words. "Do you remember what it feels like inside of you? Do you remember how much it stretches you? Can you imagine what my fat, hot demanding cock would feel like slamming against the mouth of your womb, omega?"

Simon let out a moan, and I could tell the pleasure of my words was joining with that of the plug to override the pain of the clamps.

"Do you want me to breed you, omega?" I asked. "How about I hold you down and fuck you so hard that I force your womb to accept me and my seed?"

"Yes, Master," Simon panted, fresh tears making lines through the sticky slick on his face. "Yes, please."

"Mmm, don't tempt me."

I stopped stroking myself long enough to get up and move around to the cabinet again. Simon groaned as he lost sight of me. I had the feeling that made the pain creep up a little higher than his pleasure.

I had more of that for him as I took one of the canes from the cabinet, then stepped up behind him and smacked it hard over his ass, leaving an angry, red line in its wake.

Simon cried out and panted heavily, but I stepped in front of him and gave his dick a few strokes, using his slick as lube. That made him shiver and whimper.

"Good boy," I said, taking more of his slick and resuming my place at the back of the sofa to watch him. I tucked the cane into the sofa's cushions vertically, then resumed pleasuring myself while I watched him. "So good. Such a gorgeous, filthy, sweet omega."

Simon whined as his senses and mind became overwhelmed again. I kept a sharp eye on his cock as a gauge of his arousal, but I could also feel it deep within me.

It occurred to me as I got closer to my own orgasm that Simon could feel my pleasure as well as his own. That was a new and exciting possibility. Maybe if we were fully bonded, I could clamp and cane and hurt him to the edge of his limits, then pleasure myself and have him feeling everything until he nearly lost his mind with it.

And if that didn't make me a sadistic bastard, I didn't know what would.

The twinge of guilt over wanting to torture Simon that way, even though he would probably love it, signaled to me that it was time to bring things to an end for the night.

"I could look at you like this all night," I growled through my pleasure, stroking myself furiously as Simon wept and dripped and moaned. "But I want to feel my amazing slave as well as look at you."

I pushed off from the sofa and walked up to Simon, resting a hand on his stomach. With one hand, I grabbed his jaw and forced his head up so that I could kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Simon sighed with acceptance and let me take whatever I wanted from him. With my other hand, I tugged the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Simon cried out with pain in my mouth.

We were definitely deep, deep into this fantasy. I bent to remove the spreader bar from between his legs and unhooked his wrist restraints. It felt real and vibrant when I carried him over to the curving, leather lounge and threw him forward over the tall end so that his hole was right at the level of my hips.

Simon cried out when I pulled the plug from his hole, then again when I shoved my cock in hard before his muscles could close his hole up again. He kept crying out with every thrust as I pounded into him, concerned only for my own pleasure, but knowing that doing so absolutely scratched the deepest inch in him.

I came with a roar, pumping so much cum that it seeped around the sides of my cock as I pistoned into him. I wouldn't have blamed Simon at all if he came without permission, but somehow, he didn't.

That deserved a reward, and as the last of my orgasm faded, I grasped him around the middle and pulled him toward me, bowing his body so that I could reach around and stroke his cock.

"Come," I ordered him as I fisted him hard and fast.

Simon obeyed immediately, shooting streams of cum over the black leather, his whole body convulsing with each jet. It was a gorgeous sight to see, and I thrust my satisfied cock inside him a few times, prolonging his pleasure.

When it was all over, Simon collapsed in my arms, so spent that his eyes rolled back and he either passed out or fell asleep. I smiled, so proud of him for letting himself feel everything so acutely. He was right. It was hard to submit so thoroughly, but he'd done it, and we'd both reaped the rewards.