Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

MORRIS

I slept with my gun on the bedside table and a hair trigger attention span last night. We all slept in different rooms despite Rock knowing on some level that Kane, Jed, and I are together. It’s easier not to flaunt things when he’s around, which is why we don’t practice public displays of affection ever.

We aren’t necessarily in the closet, more adjacent to it so none of us ever slip up.

The little omega slept in the living room, and I took the room closest to her with the door wide open, concerned that Rock might decide to simply take her. While that wouldn’t mesh with the plans he discussed with us, he’s simply been too jovial.

Rock Dresmond is typically a grumpy fucker.

Sitting up, I take a deep breath to prepare for the day. Jed’s been on high alert, reaching for things that are harder to access, instead of what’s within reach, all signaling to us that he doesn’t trust his father. Jed isn’t even being discreet about it, uncaring if Rock notices or not.

To be honest, even if he does, it would be to pat himself on the back for all of the training he’s given Jed. Their family is so dysfunctional.

Getting up, I put my gun away, grab my go bag and walk to the bathroom in the hallway to shower. First, I take a very careful detour to glance into the living room to check on Adira. I can just see her body laying on the couch still, and hope the fire I helped make was enough warmth for her, despite the fact that it went cold over the course of the night.

It shouldn’t matter since today is going to be much worse, but my conscience is still shuddering with the knowledge that it was probably still cold with the draft coming from the front door.

Shaking my head, I switch directions and open the bathroom door, only to have Jed push me inside and close us in together. Holding his finger to his lips, he turns on the light and a loud fan that’ll hopefully drown out whatever he’ll have to say.

“Are you ready for today?” he rasps, dark eyes wild. His curls are sticking out all over, and I doubt he slept very much.

“I don’t think I could ever be ready,” I say. “I’m going to have to do things that will haunt me. Living through it afterward is a question for another time. I’ll do what needs to be done, though. Promise me we’ll help her pick up the pieces after?”

“I swear it,” Jed whispers with a tight nod. “No matter what.”

“Fuck,” I sigh, dropping my bag and ripping my shirt off my body. I just need a quick shower, partly to wake the rest of the way up after a shitty night’s sleep. “She’ll sleep until we get to Ophelia’s and then we’re working off the evil bitch’s timeline.”

Pulling off my boots that I slept in and socks, I continue to undress, Jed’s eyes drink me in despite our conversation, while I just feel incredibly dirty already, and it’s doubtful that the shower will help.

“I don’t fucking say it enough, or at all,” Jed says, cupping the back of my head to yank me closer until we’re breathing the same air. “I love you. Do what you have to and get through this.”

His lips crash against mine as he devours my lips, his tongue forcing its way inside of my mouth to taste me. My heartbeat crashes in my ears, accepting the violence of his kiss. The Dresmond men that I’m involved with have never told me they love me.

The shit is officially hitting the fan now.

Jed is gone as quickly as he pushed his way into the bathroom and I’m left breathing hard, alone with a raging erection. Fisting my hands as I feel my heart beating loudly, I turn to face myself in the mirror.

My hazel eyes are dilated as I busy myself with binding my locs at the top of my head, away from the water I’m about to turn on.

I’m fully aware of how much today is going to suck. I’m throwing a lot of faith in my ability to be someone willing to hurt the little omega in the living room, pushing her past her limits. Swallowing hard, I move to turn on the freezing water in the shower, before climbing in to allow it to wake me up.

Hissing as it hits my skin, I shove my face into the frigid water to push the last of the cobwebs away and freeze my humanity. I’m up, my brain is online, and ready for whatever is next.

My emotions are packed up, my gaze hard as I turn off the water and reach for the towel on the shelf just outside of the shower.

We’ll deal with the fallout after we get out of this with our lives intact. Anything better than that I consider a pipe dream at this point.

My go bag has dark cargo pants, a tight slate gray thermal shirt, a new pair of socks, along with my weapons. I forgo the boxers today, pulling everything on quickly, so I can get this day going. My weapons are the last thing to be strapped to my body, just in case we run into any trouble.

The cabin is solemn as I leave the bathroom after brushing my teeth. My bag is repacked, and everyone is ready to go.

“Let’s head out, boys,” Rock says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll use this place as my home base, so no need to close up the cabin. Follow me to Ophelia’s.”

Nodding, I cross the living room to lift Adira into my arms, but Rock gets to her first. He haphazardly lifts her, so her head drops back, hair tumbling over his corded arm. He appears younger than his fifty-five years of life due to his workouts and illicit activities.

His pack doesn’t believe in sitting on its laurels, working tirelessly to fill their pockets with more money and piss off the mafia families around them.

I’ve often wondered how they haven’t been killed, outside of the fact that everyone ignores them in Missouri, and turns a blind eye when he travels up to Minnesota, for his business at the auction house.

Damon studiously keeps his eyes trained away from Adira as he opens the front door and walks out, with Kane following closely behind. Both brothers are feeling the pressure as we get closer to delivering Adira to the auction house, though they’re doing their damndest to show their indifference.

The little omega’s legs are on full display as Rock uncaringly walks toward the door. The snow blankets the ground from what I can see outside of the window, and I shrug on my coat.

Jed is in a similar outfit as mine, the sweatshirts left behind to emulate the status Rock insists we show the world while we are in public.

Thankfully, Jed’s shirt covers enough of Adira’s body to keep from flashing Rock. It seems silly when she’ll be wearing much less soon, but I feel fiercely protective of her, despite my hands being tied.

Call it what you will, but I helped Jed keep her alive after her gunshot wound, and took care of the little omega in the aftermath.

I am as closely tied to this woman as possible without a bond like she has with Damon. I don’t believe they’re possible between a beta and omega, at least I’ve never heard of it. My sister is too angry with me to ask her, and I wouldn’t want to text her with where I’m headed now.

It’s too late for misgivings or questions, I’m on a crash collision with a decision that is going to haunt me forever.

“Let’s go, Morris,” Jed barks, startling me. Rock is already gone and I’m staring at nothing.

“Sorry, boss,” I say robotically, forcing my boots to follow in Rock’s footsteps.

I’m sorry, Adira. This is the only way.

OPHELIA

Arms crossed, I wait for the drop off of an omega who is a troublemaker. This girl has found herself on the wrong side of Rock Dresmond, and I am ready to provide him with his vengeance, so he blows back out of my state.

He’s a necessary evil to my life, livelihood, and wealth that I’ve been amassing. I’m not naive, I know that he’s using me as much as I am him, because I’m able to get results, and this will be no different.

Ding dong, I am the welcome party, hell, and the pain all rolled into one for this little omega. As the knock on the back door for deliveries comes, my lips twitch, but not in amusement.

Rock Dresmond is very punctual.

Waving my hand at one of my guards, I watch as the door opens to reveal Rock holding the little omega in his arms, along with his sons and their beta behind him. They are his secret weapon, though he’ll never admit it. They aren’t afraid to do the jobs that need silence, finesse, and the cover of darkness.

I wouldn’t want to wake up to them in my house while I’m alone.

“Welcome, Rock,” I murmur, my eyes on the girl.

She has long, tangled brown hair that must go down her back and creamy skin. The guards who fuck her on the stage tonight need to be my best ones to give the best show. The omega is tiny, maybe barely five-foot-two, so it’s to her advantage that she’s made to take knots or they’d rip her apart.

As it is, I'll need to be sure I don’t mark her up in my work to get her ready.

Rock smirks as he balances the omega easily in his arms, pulling off the oversized T-shirt from her body. Through all of this, the girl remains unconscious, and I begin to put together fun ways to wake her up.

Just because I need to be sure I don’t leave marks, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy other things.

Her body is gorgeous, tits plump and full. Yes, she’ll more than pay off this so-called debt to Rock. I will say she appears very innocent, and the sins of her father are being pinned firmly on her.

“Hello, Ophelia,” Rock croons. “Here is the merchandise as discussed. You’ll find a sewn up gunshot wound that’s well on its way to being mended. I expect it can be hidden by her hair, yes?”

“Where is it?” I ask, hiding my annoyance at just being told this. Rock is keeping secrets, though it’s not the first time.

“Calm down, Ophelia,” he growls. “It’s along her shoulder blade, and healing very well. The beta and my oldest son did well. I’m merely informing you, so it’s not further damaged. There’s no bruising.”

I glance at the beta, having a feeling he’s the reason for it. “What did you do to treat it?” I ask him.

Inclining his head toward me respectfully, he says, “Arnica cream several times a day in the surrounding area and tea that helps inflammation. It’s the same drink I laced with a sedative to keep her drowsy.”

“Very good,” I say with a nod. “Rock did mention you’d stay behind the scenes with her, keep her pliant? You’ll be fucking her for the buyers as well?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agrees. “Part of the performance is making the merchandise appear to be enjoying it, isn’t it?”

“It is,” I agree. “I usually have a cocktail of pills I make the merchandise take, but maybe you can coax her into it. We’ll see. Take the omega and let’s go. We have work to do.”

The beta moves quickly, his tall body moving like the lithe killer that he is to be with this pack. He’s gentle, but detached as he takes the omega into his arms, his eyes on me instead of the beautiful omega.

A soldier through and through. I can work with that.

“I’ll be watching, Ophelia,” Rock growls as I step back to head further into the building.

“I know,” I say simply. “I’ll get you what you want. Do you want to use any of the girls while you’re here?

I have plenty of sex slaves awaiting auction that will willingly give Rock anything he wants. Hopefully, it’ll keep him out of my hair as well. I await his answer, keeping my annoyance from showing.

I’ve dealt with many alphas as the madam of this establishment, but Rock is difficult to keep happy.

His emotions are mercurial and he’s cuffed me around the throat, when he’s angry to use me as his personal fuck toy. I don’t need a repeat today. No one is safe from him.

Maybe I should feel bad for the omega the beta is holding next to me, but I don’t. My survival instincts won’t allow me to feel any sympathy. If it’s her or me, I’ll always choose myself.

“Yes, I believe I would like that,” Rock says. “Boys, are you interested?”

“No, thank you,” Jed says with a small head shake.

He doesn’t say his father should or shouldn’t, merely leaves things open ended.

Blowing out a breath, Rock shrugs. “So be it. I’ll indulge alone.”

My gaze meets one of my guards, who nods as he begins to move toward the cages.

“Choose whoever you’d like,” I tell Rock, not bothering to tell him it’s on the house. He already knows.

Once he’s following the guard and his sons take their leave, I motion for the beta to walk with me. I need to get her washed up, detangle her hair, and ready for the stage. This won’t be the fun type of primping.

Entering a large bathroom, I say, “Lay her down in the middle of the group shower stall and then step out. I need to wake her up.”

Obeying me without question, he lays her on the ground in the middle of the group stall, where there are many shower heads. It’s a good set up when my merchandise is awake, which she is not.

He returns to my side as I pick up a hose and hook it up to the faucet next to me. There’s a very powerful sprayer on this that’ll allow me to get some distance. It’ll hurt, not leave any lasting marks, and get my point across.

The little omega has absolutely no choices, and she will learn to dance to my every word. Nodding at the caddy of soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a comb, I motion for the beta to put it within reach of the omega.

He moves quickly and efficiently, while the girl shivers on the cold concrete floor. There are no frills in this bathroom. It’s not meant to be a luxury.

Stepping forward so the water only reaches the shower, I hold down the sprayer, enjoying the gasp the omega makes as I soak her.

“Ahh!” she screams as the frigid water blasts along her body. It probably feels as if there are a million ants biting along her skin as I slowly move it down the length of her body.

“Up we go, Sleeping Beauty!” I yell, making her gasp as she pushes herself up from her prone position. It’s almost as if she’s weighed down from whatever the beta gave her to remain compliant.

“She’s very sluggish,” I mention to him as he nods, watching her.

“I wasn’t aware of the change in time,” he states. “We were told the auction was January nineteenth.”

“Rock, Rock,” I mutter in annoyance. Why can’t he do anything the normal way? “What’s your name, beta?”

“Morris, ma’am,” he says, his gaze still on the omega as she attempts to hide from the water, drawing her body into a ball.

It doesn’t help, since she’s now got her cunt on display, and I spray the water along it in the name of cleanliness. In reality, I'm a sadistic bitch that enjoys making the helpless scream.

Which she does, beautifully.

“Be a good little slut and wash your body,” I tell her, raising my voice to be heard over the water.

The girl struggles to see as I spray the water at the crown of her head, where I won’t leave marks, but will affect her ability to see. Crouching down, she crawls naked to the caddy now that she can see it as she wipes her face. The position allows me to get her back and ass, all places that hurt to be sprayed with this hose.

Scrambling, she pulls out the soap, and begins to wash herself while I continue to fuck with her for giggles.

“Stand up,” I bark, though it doesn’t have any power behind it. She obeys me, because I will hurt her if she doesn’t.

Fuck, I may hurt her either way at this rate.

Taking my finger off the trigger of the sprayer, I watch as she continues to scrub her body, despite the way I stopped hitting her body with the water. Good girl.

I wash her body with the sprayer, telling her when to turn, my dark brown eyes shrewdly watching the soap run down the drain.

“Shampoo your hair, just your scalp,” I tell her watching the way she takes direction. “My name is Ophelia, and I don’t fucking care what yours is. You will do what you’re told or I will hurt you. You’re in my damn auction house, and I make the rules.”

The girl nods, shivering as she finishes shampooing her hair. Changing the setting on the sprayer to a more rain-like water spray, I hand it to Morris.

“Rinse her hair,” I grunt, watching as he moves toward her without hesitation. Morris does a solid job of spraying her down, and I notice how she watches him with wide eyes, but doesn’t flinch away.

He’s definitely going to be an asset.

Conditioning her hair goes well too, and she brushes out the tangles without complaint. I pull out my phone and text one of my girls, to tell her the omega will need an all over body wax as well, and to ensure she won’t be too red afterward.

I couldn’t care less about her pain levels, I simply don’t want the audience to be able to tell.

Once she’s clean, I toss her a towel to dry off with.

“Hurry up,” I growl, stressing about my timetable. With any luck, Rock will be dicking down his choice of little whores, and I’ll be able to work in peace.

The omega does what I need her to do, and I yank away the towel to throw it into the hamper. I’m not concerned with any modesty she may have.

“Come along,” I command, turning away as Morris grabs her bicep and pulls her to follow.

Stumbling behind me, the omega doesn’t fight him, in a daze between the fading effects of the sedative she was on and shock. I walk boldly across the building, where people are working, cleaning, or preparing.

This omega may be the best part of the auction, but we are also selling a few others before her. I need to keep the buyers on edge before the main event. Being who I am means that I’ve learned the ins and outs of what alphas’ needs are, how to drive traffic to make the best money, and how to build excitement.

I simply need to finish preparing the girl with the few short hours left. The auction is happening at five in the afternoon, early enough for a Tuesday that no one will expect it. There have been people sniffing around my building in an attempt to catch me in the act of auctioning humans.

In another area of the building I house animals, priceless paintings and artwork. Intermittently, I’ll sell these items at auction to keep the police off my back.

I’m simply trying to eke out an existence. Let me live!

One of my best wax girls opens the door to the room, the light bright inside. The omega is having a difficult time regulating, and that’s done on purpose. I don’t enjoy bright lights either, I’ve just managed to learn to deny my omega-like tendencies while I’m here.

I’m a money making vessel without feelings, sympathy, or vulnerability. I don’t give two shits about these people.

“Up she goes on the bed,” I tell Morris with a nod.

It’s clear he doesn’t understand what this room is, though he helps her up onto the bed regardless. I tie her down with the leather restraints, ensuring she can’t move as Iona begins to get the wax sticks and hard wax.

While it’ll hurt less, that’s not why she’s using this. The purpose behind this particular wax is so that the omega on the table’s pussy isn’t bright red. No one needs to see that shit.

Hissing with wide eyes, the omega whimpers, confused by why she’s here. Morris moves over to her head and holds it down with his large hands, not using a word to restrain her.

“No one likes a hairy pussy,” I tell her, shrugging as Iona gets to work. The girl hisses and whimpers with each yank of the hard wax, the room quiet except for those noises.

“I need to raise her leg, Madam,” Iona says once she’s able to reach what she can.

Nodding, I untie one of the girl’s legs, yanking it up and pushing down tightly to both expose her pussy to Iona and keep her from possibly kicking.

“Thank you.”

The entire process takes forty-five minutes, and then Iona finishes up by doing under the girl’s arms and her eyebrows. There was a lot of hair to dispose of. The omega is now almost show ready. I ignore the tears staining her cheeks from pain and humiliation of being manhandled, knowing this is just the beginning for her.

Too bad, so sad.

Untying her completely, Iona and I yank her onto her feet, leaving Morris to catch her when she wavers and toss her over his shoulder to carry her.

“Easier this way,” he grunts when I raise my brow at him. “She hasn’t eaten since yesterday morning, so the low blood sugar is going to begin settling in.”

“Fair,” I state with a nod. “Let’s move to the next place.”

“So much prepping,” he says mildly as he turns to allow me through the small space. The beta is very large, and this room doesn’t usually have to accommodate people other than the waxer and I.

“A necessary evil of an auction house,” I tell him, squeezing past him to go to a hair and makeup station. Her hair has been allowed to air dry, and now I need to get it styled. “Buyers want the fantasy, and that’s what I deliver. Her body appears child-like for those who enjoy that aesthetic, but her breasts and wet pussy will remind people that she’s not a child.”

“What if she’s not wet?” he asks curiously, following me through the building.

This section is where all the behind the scenes shit happens, and I am running behind in my preparation. Morris and my alphas will be in charge of the main event once they get on stage to keep the buyers bidding.

There are times where I’m in charge of training omegas for their future buyers, which is dirty and depraved work. I charge a lot for this service, and find I don’t enjoy it. I’m not always in charge of the things I have to agree to, a slave to the system as much as others sometimes.

“I have pills for both energy, slick, and arousal,” I explain absently. “She’ll crave your touch and knots. I had it developed as a cross between the street drug ecstasy and rohypnol for omegas. The omegas who are put on display to forcibly drive up their price are rarely willing, until I work my magic. I’ll also give her a pill to perk her up a bit, and food will be the last thing she’ll be interested in. Can I count on you to make her take it like a good girl?”

I’m not worried about her hearing me while she’s upside down, since I bet all she can hear is the rushing of blood in her ears. It’s an effective way to maintain privacy that I’m sure the beta didn’t even think about.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs without question.

I like him. I wonder if Rock will give him to me for a kind of extended loan. Is he attached to him?

I couldn’t care less what his pack would think, since they do whatever Rock says.

Lost in my head, I open the door to the makeup room where Morris deposits the omega and helps me tie her legs, arms, and neck, so she’s unable to move very much. Iona steps in behind us and does the omega’s hair and makeup. I can smell the scent of burned cookies, a clear sign that she’s unhappy. Iona is a beta, a much easier person to control.

Or rather, it’s easier for me to breed control into them and they fight me less.

The girl’s hair is styled in wavy curls that will be easy on both the eyes and to wrap around fists, and then Iona gives her a wide eyed, fresh faced, innocent look. Playing up her youth is going to go over very well with this crowd.

I’ve gone over this list several times with Rock, and they all work in the criminal underbelly of the surrounding areas, or they’re crooked businessmen who have bought with me before. I’ve vetted them all, and they’re going to fully enjoy watching how the omega takes a knot.

“I’m going to need you to wear a knot ring,” I say to Morris who is dispassionately watching Iona work. “Will that be a problem?”

“Not a problem at all,” he grunts.

Good boy.

It’s time for the omega to go on stage, the auctions before her already ending without a hitch. I haven’t heard a word from Rock, though he’d have to find me in order to give them to me.

My phone has shitty service inside the building.

“It’s just about showtime,” I murmur, pulling the bindings open from the omega’s arms, legs, and neck.

While I sometimes fit a sex slave collar to an omega’s neck before she goes out to be auctioned, that is not going to fit the aesthetic I’m going for. Morris helps her onto her feet, and the omega manages to walk alongside us.

Two alphas meet us as we arrive in the holding room before the auction stage, naked outside of a pair of basketball shorts.

The omega’s eyes widen as she whimpers, attempting to take a step back. She’s been so good for hours, but fear has a way of making you stupid. I push her forward, pulling out the pill cocktail that I have for her.

“You’re okay,” Morris murmurs, his fingers ghosting down her arms and holding them together tightly with one arm. As I show him the pills, his other hand wraps around her throat to immobilize her, his thumb and pointer fingers tightly squeezing her jaw, until she opens with a strangled whine.

The alphas gaze at her dispassionately as they lose their shorts, their hands fisting their cocks in an effort to show boat. Assholes. The omega is gasping with fear, struggling to get away from me.

Another alpha who is fully dressed recognizes the potential issue, grabbing her hair tightly and lifting until she’s balancing on her toes. Now, she can’t kick or move away from us.

Danger averted, I move around to face her, picking up one of the pills while the yahoos behind me continue to stroke themselves at the sight of her. They’re quickly building themselves into a rut, so they can fuck her mindlessly. Her pheromones are being pumped into the air by her fear, sweeter than when she was angry.

They’re truly going to lose their shit when I deliver an attitude adjustment to this little omega, sweetening her scent with her slick.

Pushing the pill to make her aroused between her lips, I shove it down her throat, ignoring the way she gags and shudders.

“Adira, it’ll be so much better if you swallow on your own,” Morris croons in her ear. “Come on, baby. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

Fuck, I bite my lip to control my urge to perfume at the deep voice he uses with her, keeping eye contact with the wide eyed omega as she keens before compulsively swallowing. I wouldn’t mind taking a turn with Morris if he croons like that in my ear as he fucks me.

Nodding, I pick up the other two pills, knowing that if she can take a knot, she can swallow these. I’m willing to build up to things, but my patience is paper thin.

“Two more,” I grunt, pushing the pills past her lips. I watch as she struggles between the urge to stiffen and fight me or being a good girl so Morris will praise her.

The arousal pill increases an omega’s urges to do whatever an alpha wants, but in the absence of an alpha, she or he will bend for a beta. The next two pills go down a little easier, and I watch as her midnight blue eyes begin to hood and dilate with arousal.

“You want a knot, honey, don’t you?” I ask with a small smile as I nod for the alphas in front of me to take her from Morris. They turn her in their grasp to face me, leaving their cocks to press against her skin. “Get ready to fuck her, Morris.”

Pulling off his shirt, he bears the muscles that ripple underneath, making me lick my lips in appreciation. His gaze is firmly on the omega as he unbuttons his pants and kicks out of his boots.

His gun is removed with the holster, and he barely notices as I take it from him and hand it off to one of my guards. The rest of his weapons are impressive as he removes them and sticks them in his boots; a variety of knives.

Watching as he shucks off his pants, I have to admit his cock is gorgeous and impressive, even at half mast. I can get it all the way there, though.

Pulling out a pill box, I open it and pull one out. This will make him a fucking machine, while not losing himself completely as a beta. He has the ability to keep his wits about him in a way. since a rut isn’t in the cards for him.

“Take this,” I demand, waving the pill at him. Like a good beta, he leans forward with his gaze now on me, and opens his lips for me. My heart begins to pound with excitement as I pop the pill between his lips, watching him swallow it dry without hesitation.

“Oh,” the omega whimpers, rubbing her thighs together. Slick is beginning to slide out of her pussy and down her legs, her pink nipples tight and hard as diamonds.

Just like clockwork. My pants have many pockets, a Mary Poppins variation if her bag of tricks had been a comfortable article of clothing. Removing a knot ring, I reach out and pump Morris’ cock, the idea of consent the farthest thing from my mind.

He grunts as his head drops back, moaning as his cock immediately begins to thicken and lengthen. I know it doesn’t matter who was pulling on his cock, he’d still respond with the pill I gave him. It doesn’t discriminate against anyone.

That’s why none of these things are legal or ethical.

I don’t give two shits about either one of those things. I just need results. The knot ring is as thick as a fully engorged knot, meant to cause discomfort at the beginning when it’s pushed inside of a slick omega’s cunt. I’m not really worried about this omega. She’ll be able to take whatever these men give her.

Ignoring the pile of clothing on the ground, I step closer to Morris and put the knot ring on his dick, slipping the ring part behind his balls before removing my hand. He’s now ready for what’s next.

“It’s showtime, boys,” I murmur. “Take her right up the stairs and follow the directions the auctioneer gives you.”

As they move away from me, I enjoy the sight of their tight asses as they walk, smirking at the way they breathe in the sweet smelling omega’s scent.

Mission accomplished.