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That was the difference between Simon and all of those omegas I’d played with in the past. They had either been paidprofessionals or men on the Dark Fantasies Club app looking for a thrill. Simon had embodied his role to the point where I could feel it pulsing in him.

“Undress me,” I ordered once I’d led Simon to the foot of my bed.

He obeyed at once, starting with my suit jacket and working his way down. I lifted my arms and my legs when I needed to, but let Simon do most of the work. The warm happiness that radiated from him, like his apricot and orange blossom scent, went miles to stripping the anger, frustration, and fear of everything my uncle was doing away from me.

When he was finished, I pulled him around to the side of the bed, fastened his wrist restraints behind his back, and pushed him forward. This was my actual bedroom, not a play space, so I didn’t have any of the toys or furniture I usually would have used to play with an omega. All there was, in the entire universe, was Simon and me, and I loved it.

Instead of roughly taking what I want, I bent over Simon and kissed his cheek where his head was turned to one side. Then I kissed my way to his neck and bunched shoulders. I licked a line up the center of his neck to his hair, causing him to shiver and moan.

“You’re going to be so sweet in heat,” I purred against his ear as I stroked a hand down his side to caress his ass. “If you’re this insatiable now, I can only imagine what you’ll be like dripping and panting, your womb open and throbbing for my seed.”

Simon moaned again, his mouth slightly open, and closed his eyes. I’d been well aware of how receptive to verbal fantasies he was when I’d asked him to pretend I was Artemis in my office. He’d definitely gotten off on that fantasy, which pleased me. There was no way in hell I was going to share something so precious to me with another alpha, but if I could paint a mental image to fire Simon’s blood, I would absolutely do that.

“Do you want me to take your heat, boy?” I asked, then kissed my way down one of his arms to where his wrists were joined at the small of his back. “Do you want me to penetrate your womb and give you a breeding orgasm that makes you lose your mind?”

“Yes, Master,” Simon groaned, his body twitching like he could already feel it.

“What if I restrained you in extreme bondage, your entire body bound with your legs wide open, and then I left you on display like that while you went through a heat wave?” I asked, stroking my fingers over the base of his spine and into the cleft between his cheeks. “I could hang you from the ceiling in my office so you dripped a puddle of slick over my desk as you suffered.”

I pressed my fingers against his fluttering, wet hole, and he cried out, “Yes, Master, yes!”

“It’s extremely mentally painful for an omega to be denied during heat,” I said, thrusting just one finger into him, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. “Are you certain you want to do that?”

“Yes, Master. Anything for you,” Simon panted.

“What if I had another alpha fuck you while you were bound and suffering?” I asked, pushing two, then three fingers into him with increasing speed. “Or better still, a beta. He would violate you, but it wouldn’t resolve that heat need.”

“Whatever you want, Master,” Simon wept.

His body was hot and tense around my fingers. I knew how badly he wanted to move so that the teasing sensation I was giving him would develop into real pleasure. He held perfectly still, though, just letting me have him.

Simon’s submission was so beautiful, and it was completely natural. He was following an instinct that was as old as time so that he could give me what I needed.

What I needed was him, and as I withdrew my fingers and pulled him into my arms, I shifted gears to show that.

“You’ve become so precious to me so quickly,” I said as I unhooked his wrist restraints, then moved us to lie the right way around in the bed.

I spread Simon out under me, brushing my hands across his body like I was claiming every inch of him with the gentlest of touches. His body shivered and arched in response, all while being so loose and pliable to whatever I wanted from him. His eyes stayed glued to me the whole time, though they were heavy-lidded with pleasure.

“You are mine,” I said, the words coming from a place within me that was deeper than the roles we played. “Mine,” I repeated, then bent to kiss his belly.

Someday, I would put my babies in there. I would watch Simon grow round with our children, watch his body soften and blossom. Someday, we would have the family together that I’d been denied, a family that would make my parents proud.

But in that moment, I wanted to be one with my precious omega slave in other ways.

I shifted down, dragging my tongue up the underside of his erection as it lay against his lower belly. Simon whimpered at the pleasure I gave him, then moaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth. I put all of my focus into giving him pleasure, which made my blood race with fire.

“Master,” Simon panted, squirming enough to show me he was close to coming, but knew I’d forbidden him. “Master, please.”

I pulled away from his cock with a wet slurp, which both relieved his agony and created a whole other kind. It was deeply satisfying to feel his pleasure, inside and out, as I kissed my way back up his belly, stopping to tease one of his still pink from play nipples, before continuing up until I could kiss him.

I didn’t just kiss him a little. I slanted my mouth over his, invading him with my tongue, and wrapping my arms aroundhim in a tight embrace. I wanted to make him feel all the love and gratitude he’d sparked in me. I wanted him to feel all the way in his soul that he’d changed me.

No sooner had those thoughts tickled the back of my mind than the threads that already joined us swirled together, forming into something stronger and thicker. I shouldn’t have encouraged the process, not so soon after meeting Simon, but I wasn’t sure I could stop it either.

I needed Simon. I needed the bond between us.

I shifted to scoop my arms under his knees, lifting his legs and pushing them up and out until his hole gaped for me. His scent was everywhere, like the freshest spring, the newest beginning. Slick streamed from him almost as intensely as if he were in heat. It made me wonder how wet he’d be once he was in heat. I wanted to drink it in, but I needed other things more.

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