“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.