Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Simon

W as it mind-blowing and sexy? Yes. Absolutely. Did it immediately wipe away all of my fears and shame about the things I wanted? No, not really. But something within me changed with that intense play session, and as Victor carried me back to his bedroom and across to the en suite to clean me up, I was able to push my lingering uncertain feelings aside and entrust myself to him.

"You were so good, so sexy," Victor murmured to me as he gently scrubbed my sore and tender body clean in the warm shower. "I'm so proud of you for taking everything."

The bodywash he used on me had a crisp, apple scent, but it was nothing against Victor's rich, captivating alpha scent. I sagged into his body as he bathed me, my arms looped over his shoulders and my head resting against his as his hands soothed me. I probably shouldn't have taken such liberties with my master or put so little effort into standing on my own, but instinct told me rules of discipline didn't matter during aftercare.

Victor was amazingly good at aftercare. Once we were out of the shower, he dried me off with a thick, soft towel as if I were the master and he was the slave. He took such care with inspecting my body and applying antiseptic cream to my ass where the cane had welted it.

I'd had instant reservations about that cane when he'd brought it out of the cabinet, but the sharp stroke of pain in the middle of the intense pleasure I'd been feeling was like adding a white-hot cherry to the top of the sundae of sensation ripping through me.

I'd loved it. That kind of pain was just another uncomfortable desire to add to the list of things that I craved and hated and loved.

I could tell Victor was beyond tired himself by the time he carried me to his bed and tucked me between the sheets. He darted back into the main room to clean a few things up and turn out all the lights, but he was back in bed with me, snuggling me into the safety of his body, within five minutes.

From there, he stroked and caressed me, praising me for being so sweet and so brave, until we both fell off into a heavy, exhausted sleep.

I woke up as faint morning light spilled through the dark blue curtains that blocked the penthouse's cityscape view. My body was sore and achy in places it usually wasn't, my nipples were still throbbing, and the collar I'd slept in had dug into one point on my neck as I'd slept, but I woke happier than I'd been in…ever.

Victor was still asleep, as I could tell from his slow, even breaths and occasional snore. I could tell in other ways, too. He felt asleep. Not just his body, but his essence. It was funny that I noticed what seriously felt like the stirrings of a bond between us by its fuzzy absence.

A bond. I caught my breath at the possibility. What right did I have to form a bond with someone like Victor Woodbury, my master? We hadn't even really known each other a full day yet…but it was like I'd been born for him. And yes, that was the corniest, most cliché thing I'd ever thought, but it was true.

Once I had a chance, I would have to look up the science of bonding. I knew instant bonding was possible, but for most bonded pairs, like my parents, the bond developed slowly over the course of a few years and only really opened fully during an omega's heat.

But then, if soul-deep intimacy, not just of body, but of mind and emotion, too, precipitated a bond, then Victor and I had definitely had that already. I'd told him things last night that I'd never shared with anyone.

That might have been part of the reason I slipped carefully out of Victor's arms and tiptoed into the bathroom for a minute before stepping quietly out into the main part of the apartment. I needed a second to regroup.

More importantly, I needed to follow Dark Fantasies Club protocol and check in with Ari.

Victor had left my phone on the kitchen counter, as it was a Dark Fantasies Club rule that both participants needed to have access to their phones at all times. I sent Ari a text, because it was definitely too early to call someone, but was surprised half a minute later when my phone rang as Ari called me back.

"Ari? You're up early," I answered.

"I get up when the kids get up," Ari answered with a wry laugh. "Gwen seems to like the sunrise these days, and Oliver always wants to eat, no matter what time of day it is. I'm pretty sure he's an alpha. But that's not why you called. How's the fantasy going?"

I took a deep breath before answering. "Good," I said. "No, that doesn't cover it. It's better than I ever could have dreamed."

"That's great, Simon," Ari said. I could hear him smiling. "I'm so happy for you. Do you have any concerns about how you're playing that I could resolve for you?"

He spoke like he was following protocol, but I really needed another omega to bounce things off of.

"Um," I began uncertainly, rubbing the sore spot under my collar from sleeping. "I don't know."

"That sounds…worrying?" Ari said. "You know you can end the fantasy whenever you want if it's too much."

"No, that's not it," I said. "It isn't too much. It's everything. It's wonderful. If anything, I don't ever want it to end." I paused as Ari hummed in approval, then whispered something to one of his children, then blurted out, "I love being a slave. I love being made to kneel and being fucked and having my throat fucked and, and everything Victor and I have done. I love it all so much."

"Hey, that's great," Ari said softly.

I shook my head, half to deny what he was saying and half to clear away the encroaching guilt that I didn't want to feel anymore. "I don't want this to be a fantasy. I want this to be my life, all the time."

Ari took a breath. "I hear you," he said. From his tone of voice, I knew he absolutely understood what I meant. "I totally get that. It's why I thank God and everything else every day that Samson and I were a perfect fit and that we bonded during our play. I don't say this to everybody, but we continue to play out fantasies in our everyday life way more frequently than a lot of other people know. Sometimes, Samson will suddenly switch into dominant mode and treat me like I'm still the hapless omega he hunted through the forest and forced his seed into. It's sexy as hell."

I shivered at the thought, that visceral part of me instinctively reaching back into the bedroom to feel Victor's presence.

"So you're saying that sometimes these fantasies never end?" I asked, my voice tremulous with hope. "And maybe it really could be real? I could really be—" I swallowed as the thoughts that swirled through me felt incredibly bold and daring. "I could really be Victor's slave for the rest of our lives?"

"If that's what you both want, then why not?" Ari said. "Couples have different dynamics all the time. You don't have to keep what you want in the bedroom, and you don't have to set aside a special time or place to follow your instincts." He paused, then asked, "So things are going really well, then, I guess."

"Yeah," I said, letting out a breath of relief. "I…I feel a potential bond."

"That's amazing. And don't let people tell you instant bonds don't happen. That's what happened with me and Samson, and even though he'll deny it, the same sort of happened with Hayden and Mace."

"They almost bonded instantly, but because they then put an entire country's distance between them, the potential bond receded for a while, until they met again."

"Right, but the groundwork was laid, and that bond roared into full existence almost immediately when they met again."

Ari was right about that, and it gave me hope. Everything he said gave me hope that this fantasy I'd embarked on could become my daily reality.

I shook my head again, not wanting to get ahead of myself. "I'm just going to stay in the moment for now. Victor has some other things surrounding his work that are taking a lot of his attention. I don't want to distract him from that."

"Understandable," Ari said. "And hey, you might just be able to help him with work, whatever it is. Trust me, a good slave is an asset to his master in more ways than sex."

It was a small thing to say, but it filled me with hope and excitement. I knew a little about business, not to mention Victory Holdings, through Mason's company's involvement with them and Hayden's kidnapping, and I really might be able to help if Victor was willing to confide in me.

Ari and I finished up the official check-in protocol questions. By then, Gwen and Oliver were fussing, and he had to go.

I felt better after the call. I took a moment to just close my eyes and breathe. While my eyes were closed, I reached out to Victor through whatever proto-bond we were forming. It was like a single thread that might form a thick rope later.

Since all I could feel was that he was still asleep, I set to work in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was actually a good cook. Since neither Papa nor Dad had the time to cook, they used to take advantage of a meal service and have all our food delivered. But for the last year or so, I'd become the primary chef for the family, and I was damn good at it, if I did say so myself.

Fortunately, Victor had everything in his fridge that I needed to make my special French toast, eggs, and sausage. I went to work with a smile, donning an apron over my naked body, since not even spitting sausage had a right to mark my body instead of Victor.

Soon enough, the kitchen was filled with the scent and sizzle of breakfast. Just in time for me to sense Victor stirring.

I quickly laid out everything in plates on the tray I'd found, added coffee, cream, and sugar to the tray, then carried the breakfast back into the bedroom.

Victor was just awake, pushing himself up on one arm and glancing anxiously around, as if looking for me.

"Master," I said, setting the tray on the empty side of the bed, then kneeling and watching him, as he'd ordered me, with a warm smile of pride in the food I'd made for him.

Victor broke into a smile at the sight of me, and the breakfast, of course. He was absolutely gorgeous first thing in the morning. His eyes were still sleep-bleary and his hair a tousled mess. His alpha scent was strong, and it mingled with a faint, ordinary sweat scent. His face bore an overnight growth of stubble that made him look casual and masculine.

The overall picture had my sore hole twitching and dampening with slick.

"Such a good boy," Victor mumbled thickly, then rubbed his hands over his face to chase the last of his sleep away. "What a treat."

He looked at me with those words, not the breakfast. My insides sang with joy, knowing I'd pleased my master, and my heart was light. Ari had said relationships like this could be permanent. This might be the first morning of the rest of my life.

"Get up here," Victor said, patting an empty spot on the bed, then sitting up more fully.

As I rushed to obey, he moved the tray to his lap. I didn't need to be told to assume a kneeling pose. I did it without thought, spreading my knees wide and giving him everything to look at as he ate.

"Stroke yourself while I eat," he ordered with a sly grin.

I caught my breath, then did exactly as he asked, reaching between my legs to grasp my cock, quickly bringing it to attention.

"These are delicious," Victor said after his first bite of French toast. "You're an amazing cook as well as a perfect slave."

"Thank you, Master," I said breathlessly, stroking faster in my excitement at his praise.

Victor chuckled. "Slow down, boy. You're going to regret it if you bring yourself too close to orgasm. You know I'm not going to let you come."

"Yes, Master," I said, forcing myself to slow my strokes.

Honestly, I wanted to bring myself right to the point where it would hurt not to come. I wanted to suffer for Victor's pleasure, and I knew he wanted to watch it.

"Have you eaten?" he asked as he cut the sausage into pieces.

"No, Master," I said.

Victor hummed, then took a piece of sausage and fed it to me. I ate gratefully from his hand, teasing his fingers with my lips and tongue as I did.

Victor chuckled. "Someone is full of himself this morning."

I blushed and tipped my head down for a moment before remembering my order to look at him at all times.

"Pinch your nipple with your other hand," he commanded with a wink.

I obeyed instantly, wincing with how sore my nipples still were. But then, that was the point, I was sure. And because I knew that, I pinched hard, purposely causing myself pain for his entertainment.

It was the best breakfast ever. Victor savored it, feeding me a bite now and then, while I stroked my cock and pinched my nipple. By the time it was finished, my hole was dripping slick onto his coverlet and my cock was leaking pre-cum over my hand. And I wouldn't have been surprised if my nipple started to bleed as well.

Somewhere in the very back of my mind, my ever-present embarrassment tried to rise up and whip me. What kind of omega was I to do those things on an alpha's command while he ate breakfast in bed? What would my family think if they could see me kneeling there, pleasured and pained and horny as hell?

Those thoughts were just whispers in the background now. Victor had told me it was natural for me to feel these things. My master was pleased that I would debase myself this way for him.

"That was delicious," Victor said after a final gulp of coffee. He twisted to set the tray on the bedside table, then shifted to get out of bed.

I eased up the way I touched myself, but that earned me a sharp look.

"Did I tell you to stop?" Victor asked, dark and demanding.

"No, Master," I gasped, continuing my actions.

"Switch hands," Victor said, gesturing to me as he headed toward the bathroom.

I obeyed, and immediately, fresh pain assailed me from my other nipple. My cock stayed hard and my hole twitchy, though.

I listened as Victor used the bathroom, then ran the sink, presumably to wash his face and maybe even to shave. The shower didn't turn on, but I had the idea that he was cleaning up.

By the time he walked back into the bedroom, I was warm and aching, in more ways than one. Better still, Victor stroked his now hard cock as he walked over to me.

Without a word, as if I were part of the furniture instead of human, he grabbed me around the middle and moved me to the edge of the bed, facing away from him. He pushed my back hard so that I fell forward, then pulled my hips up, causing me to lose balance completely.

With a grunt, he positioned himself, then thrust hard into my hole. The invasion was rough and perfunctory. He fucked me like he didn't care, like he just wanted pleasure and release, not connection. He didn't even try to be gentle or to caress or soothe me with words. He just used me to relieve his morning erection, pumping hard and selfishly.

I whimpered at the invasion, going completely limp with bliss, even though there was nothing in it for me. I was just a cum-dump for my master, a way for him to empty his balls so he would be ready to face his day. I didn't even try to brace my arms on the bed, I just lay there with my arms at my side and my painfully erect cock swinging uselessly, knowing I wasn't allowed to come.

When Victor let out a deep growl as he started to come, I smiled into the bedcovers and closed my eyes, feeling glorious that I could be a vessel for him. I didn't care how bizarre it might seem to others. I didn't worry what the world would think of me or that I was a disgrace to omegas everywhere. I just wanted my master's cum in me, and I wanted him to be satisfied.

"Gorgeous," he panted when he was finished, pulling out and looking at my hole. "Just the way I like my slave. Filthy with my cum."

He plunged two of his fingers into my hole, fucking me with them in a way that I was sure spread his cum and my slick all over my ass and thighs. Victor like me messy. I'd figured that out already.

Sure enough, he grabbed me by the back of my collar and pulled me to kneel, then smeared the mix on his fingers across my face and pushed his fingers into my mouth. The taste of us combined had me sighing with pleasure.

"Whore slaves are the best slaves," he said, reaching back to my hole for more and repeating his actions until I was sucking on his fingers again.

I winced at the word ‘whore', but the degradation was on purpose, and I reveled in it.

"Come on," Victor said, turning me so that he could kiss my messy mouth, then slapping my welted ass so hard I gasped. "Time to get dressed and face the day."

"Yes, Master," I panted, still feeling the pain of his slap and the denied pleasure that pulsed through me.

I wanted this, all of it, so badly. As I slipped off the bed and helped Victor dress for the day, my whole body thrummed with it. My ass stung, my hole continued to leak, and the stuff on my face dried and grew itchy. But my main focus was on helping Victor dress in a suit, which kept my cock hard and my heart racing, then following him into the main room, carrying the breakfast tray on his order, as he led me by the collar.

"Now," Victor said with a sigh, grabbing his cell phone from the kitchen counter, then leaning against it. He pointed to the floor, and I immediately knelt at his feet as he tapped his phone open. "Let's see what new horror the new day brings."

He meant it as a joke, I was sure, but as soon as he tapped on a few things, he snapped straight, and his relaxed expression turned into a thundercloud of emotion. Worse still, after reading a little more of whatever was on his phone, his gaze shifted to me.

"Master?" I asked, fear of a whole different kind gripping me.

"You're Simon Kipling?" he asked. "You're Hayden Kipling's brother."

I froze, panic hitting me. I didn't know which was worse, the realization that Victor hadn't noted me or recognized me at Hayden and Mason's pool party the way I'd noticed him, or the guilt and worry in his expression as he looked at me now. He wasn't looking at me like I was his cherished slave anymore.

I had a horrible feeling everything I'd fallen so quickly in love with was about to end in disaster.