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I closed my hand around his neck and pushed him back against the elevator wall. It was a move I’d perfected and knew how to accomplish without hurting my playmate, but it restricted his breathing a little.
Darby shuddered, and his eyes darted to mine with that initial panic that came with the beginning of a new play session with a stranger. I was even more of a stranger to him than usual, since we hadn’t met or swapped wish lists and seconds before the auction. Along with his fear was a healthy dose of masochistic lust, too.
“No,Sir,” I repeated. “Forget what I look like. I own you now, and I will get my money’s worth out of you, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Darby answered, hoarse and strained.
The elevator arrived at our floor and the doors slid open. I let go of his neck and grabbed his arm again, marching him out into the silent, hotel hallway and walking a little faster than usual to keep him off-balance. The sight of his still half-hard cock bouncing freely as we walked fired my blood and made me eager to get him into our suite for the next few days.
“In you go,” I said, shoving him into the room once I’d opened the door with the key card I’d picked up earlier. “And don’t even think of escaping,” I added once I’d shut the door again and made a show of locking it.
When I stepped away from the door, I grabbed Darby’s arm again and pulled him farther into the room. It was an ordinary, luxury hotel suite, but for the St. Andrew’s Cross I’d asked for and the selection of restraints, toys, and dildoes laid out on the otherwise clean dining room table.
“Now, why don’t we slip into something a little more comfortable,” I said, taking him to the center of the living area and pushing him so he was forced to kneel.
“W-what are you going to do with me…Sir,” he gasped, doing a great job of playing the terrified omega who had been kidnapped and sold and had no idea what fate was in store for him. Even though his eyes glittered with that unique lust for pain that subs often had.
I peeled out of my suit jacket slowly, tossed it aside, then loosened the black tie I wore. I delayed my answer further as I prowled closer to him, unbuckling my belt as I did. I waited until I’d pulled my belt out of its loops, folded it and snapped it loud enough to make Darby jump, then tucked it under my arm. From there, I started in on the fastenings of my tented trousers to free my larger-than-average alpha cock.
“I’m going to get my money’s worth from you,” I growled.
CHAPTER THREE
Darby
Yes! It didn’t matter how cute my spoiled rich kid Dom of the moment was, he definitely had the goods to give me everything I needed.
And what I needed right then was punishment. Harsh, vindictive punishment.
I knew exactly what to do. I knew what was expected of me in a fantasy. I’d played out more fantasies through the Dark Fantasies Club than I could count. When my wicked prince undid his trousers and partially freed his straining erection, I knew my job as his omega property was to take his dick out all the way and get it right down my throat.
And yeah, as soon as his overpowering, autumn-in-the-country, alpha scent hit me, along with the scent of skin, sweat, and arousal, I wanted nothing more than to suck him straight to the back of my throat and make him come. But more than that, I wanted the punishment that would come with disobeying orders.
“Well?” my prince demanded, widening his stance and pushing his trousers down more. He wasn’t wearing underwear, which was completely to serve the fantasy, so his large alpha cock and heavy balls slipped out right in front of my face, tempting me. “Are you stupid as well as miserable?”
“Are you stupid, Darby? Snap out of it and do your job!”
The remembered shouting from my supervisor at the airport when he’d seen what I’d done lashed out at me, nearly throwing me out of the scene. I started to shake.
No. I was here to escape my mistakes, to be punished for my breakdown.
I clenched everything I could with my arms still bound behind me and took a deep breath.Stay in the scene, Darby.
Character. I could use the slip to get into character. I was a random omega who had been snatched off the streets and sold to the highest bidder to be his sex toy. I could go with the clueless angle.
“Please,” I pleaded, glancing up at my prince. “I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s going on.”
My heart dropped into my stomach for a moment as a thoughtful, worried look passed through my prince’s expression. He’d seen my wobble, I just prayed he wouldn’t end the fantasy before it had even begun.
A heartbeat later, the hesitation left my prince’s eyes, and lust replaced it.
“I was told you had a pretty mouth,” he said, grabbing a handful of my hair. “Put it to good use, and I don’t mean by talking.”
“I—”
My prince took advantage of my attempt to claim ignorance and plead for mercy by handling his cock and pushing the tip into my mouth, just like I’d hoped he would.
I moaned in protest around his thickness, and he was so well-hung that my hole began to twitch and leak slick, but he ignored my pleas.
