Page 2 of His Captor

“God! I am not having this conversation with my little brother,” Simon said, squirming.

I laughed. Simon was the best brother anyone could have asked for, and my best friend.

“You should try it someday,” I told him, adjusting the way I sat, because my hole was starting to leak just thinking about sex. Yeah, I was that shameless. I always had been. “The Dark Fantasies Club has people who enjoy all sorts of scenarios and kinks.”

“No thank you,” Simon said.

“I’ve heard that you can find men in suits who will treat you like their slave, if that’s what you want.”

Simon went very, very quiet and still.

I let out a breath and adjusted the way I was sitting again, having mercy on him.

“Ari and Samson met through the Dark Fantasies Club,” I said conversationally. “It’s not just about anonymous, kinky sex.”

Though it was as far as I was concerned. I preferred sex to be anonymous, if I was honest. Not only did I not want the baggage of a relationship, like too many of my friends and people from my parents’ social circle had, I didn’t even want to know thenames of the alphas I let fuck me in depraved ways. That was part of what got me off.

The silence between me and Simon drew on for longer than I was comfortable with before Simon said, “You need to be more careful.”

I grinned, knowing that was coming. Simon was the soft and gentle version of our papa. Papa told us all to be careful all the time, too, but his version of being careful meant not embarrassing the family. Papa and Dad were nothing if not social climbers.

“Iamcareful,” I told Simon. “That’s why I only ever go through the Dark Fantasies Club app for my kidnap fantasies instead of hooking up at some random club.”

Simon shivered. “Do you have to use that word?”

“What, ‘club’?” I asked, teasing him.

Simon took a second to stare flatly at me again.

I laughed. “I like the adrenaline rush,” I said with a shrug. “Fear makes me almost as horny as I get when I’m in heat.”

“TMI,” Simon said, shaking his head and turning off the highway and into the airport.

A second later, he frowned, then asked, “You aren’t about to go into heat, are you?”

“No, not even close.”

That was a lie. I was actually fairly close to my next heat. Three weeks close, to be exact. But I was as regular as clockwork and always had been, and having kinky sex didn’t cause omegas to go into heat early.

“Okay, well, just?—”

“Be careful,” I finished Simon’s sentence for him as he pulled up to the curb at the departures terminal.

Simon let out a breath as he cut the engine and looked fully at me. “Just because Papa says it all the time doesn’t mean you shouldn’t actually be careful,” he said.

“I know. I’m always careful.”

We both got out of the car and walked around to the trunk so I could get my suitcase.

“I’ve done this kidnap fantasy six times before,” I told him in a low voice. “I promise you, everything is regulated and controlled. The Dark Fantasies Club requires each participant to have a second who checks in with them throughout the fantasy. Everything is agreed to in advance, and safety measures are put into place to protect everyone involved. It’s just make-believe. There’s nothing real about it.”

“If you say so,” Simon sighed, shutting the trunk after I’d taken my suitcase out.

He immediately froze, his eyes going wide as he glanced past me to the door leading into the terminal.

When I turned to look, I nearly burst into laughter. A limo was parked a few cars in front of us, and a pair of powerful, alpha businessmen in designer suits were heading into the terminal. They were well-groomed, one wore a gold watch, and everything about them radiated power and command.

“Down boy,” I sniggered at Simon.

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