Page 3 of His Reward
“What kind of kinky things do you do?” Oliver asked, his dark eyes all wide and innocent. He immediately blushed and stammered, “I mean, wow, that was a really inappropriate question. I’m sorry.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” I said, sliding on my briefs and sweatpants as fast as I could to hide things, because just talking about the Dark Fantasies Club made me horny. “I’m a sub. I like being used and fucked by sadistic, alpha Doms.”
“Whoa,” Oliver gaped.
“Really?” Mike asked, shrugging into his sweater. “Like,really?”
I hummed and bit my lip obscenely, which answered their questions more than words could. “You have no idea how awesome it is to be punished and dominated like that.”
“Do you…do you know the alphas who…do that to you?” Oliver asked, frozen halfway through dressing as he gawked at me.
“No,” I laughed as I put my shirt and sweatshirt on. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“So wait,” Mike said, holding up a hand. “You like being fucked and, like, what, whipped? By complete stranger alphas?”
“Whipped, flogged, spanked,” I said happily, wriggling a little as slick started to leak from me. “I don’t mind a little humiliation play either.” They continued to stare at me like I’d grown another head. “I mean, if you know, you know, and if it’s not your thing then it’s hard to wrap your head around, but submitting to an alpha Dom and letting them have you and use you is so goddamnfreeing. I don’t have to think or worry about anything other than pleasing them. It’s especiallyawesome when I’m in heat, because I’m always half-crazy with need anyhow.”
Oliver and Mike continued to stare at me. They were omegas, too, so I was certain they knew what that heat need felt like.
“So wait,” Mike said, shaking himself out of his disbelief. “What does all this have to do with training with your dad and brother?”
I grinned as I sat down to put my shoes on. “We have an agreement that when I stand on the podium, I get a reward of one week away from all this, no questions asked.”
“And you go do kinky stuff in those weeks?” Oliver asked, sitting down to tie his shoes, too.
“Yep,” I answered proudly. “This week’s reward is going to be extra fun because I’ve been selected to take part in an exclusive, invitation only omega auction event.”
“Excuse me?” Oliver paused in the middle of tying his shoes.
“Wait, wait,” Mike said, holding up both hands this time. “You’re happy because you’ve beenselectedfor an exclusive omegaauction? As in, you’re going to be auctioned off to the highest, sadisticbidder? For real?” His tone rose a few notes with each additional question in a way that made me laugh.
“It’s all strictly controlled,” I said, both amused by my friends’ shock and turned on as I explained. “When I applied, I filled out an extensive form with all the details about what I want from a play session and what traits I’m looking for in an alpha Dom. The alphas fill out a similar form. The organizers pre-match alpha and omega pairs based on what they want from the experience, what their limits are, and general compatibility. They put a lot of science into how they match people. And they’re not bidding with real money, although a lot of us who have a bit to spare donate to the club’s many charitable endeavors. They actually sponsor one of the biggest anti-trafficking charities in the world.”
My friends were still stunned and just stared at me.
“So this is some sort of weird, kinky dating app and…and charity?” Oliver asked.
I shrugged. “Sort of, although it’s not for dating, it’s just for playing.”
“Then it’s not a real auction,” Mike said, maybe a little disappointed. “You already know who’s going to buy you.”
“Sort of,” I said, pinching my face a little. “The alphas are given a complete dossier about the omega they’ll be playing with, mostly so they know things like limits and safe words. The omegas can ask for all the information or no information at all so it feels like they’re really being sold off into the unknown. I’ve asked for the basic dossier, which means when I show up at the location where the event is being held, I’ll know my buyer’s name, limits, and safe words, but nothing else.”
“Isn’t that, like,reallydangerous?” Oliver asked, side-eyeing me as he stood to collect his costume and shut his locker.
“No, that’s the point of the whole Dark Fantasies Club system,” I laughed, standing as well to do the same. “It’s all highly regulated and controlled…but it feels like it isn’t. Everyone who belongs to the club is super vetted. I’ve done kidnapping fantasies and trafficking fantasies before, but never the auction. I’m really looking forward to it.”
Both of my friends just blinked at me as we gathered our stuff and walked to the locker room door.
“Isn’t pretending to be trafficked unethical?” Mike asked. “Too many omegas are trafficked for real.”
“That’s why the Dark Fantasies Club is so strict,” I explained. “And why it’s a fantasy. We all know it’s not real, but we can play around with dark things. And actually, the club owners do a lot of work with law enforcement in addition to their anti-trafficking organization.”
“Wow,” Oliver said as we paused in front of the door. “I mean, I still don’t know about something like that, but wow.”
I would gladly have sat in the locker room all night talking about the Dark Fantasies Club and the kink world with my friends, but I knew Father and Marco were waiting in the lobby, and if I didn’t show up within twenty minutes, my father would probably do something shitty, like canceling my reward week.
“I’ll tell you all about it when we’re back in Barrington for training in a few weeks,” I said as we headed out of the locker room.
