Page 5 of His Reward
“I heard the city is thinking of consolidating engine companies so they can stretch the budget farther,” Roscoe said with a frown.
“It’s not gonna happen on my watch,” I insisted, but I couldn’t back that up.
“Oh! I know what kind of fundraiser we could do,” Danny said, brightening. He waited for someone to ask, and when no one did, he went on himself with, “We could do one of those beefcake firefighter calendars.”
I glanced to Roscoe and rolled my eyes, but the newbies all seemed to think it was a great idea.
“I want to be Mr. January,” Troy said with a toothy grin. “Most people put up calendars and then forget about them for the rest of the year, so I’ll be on some cute omega’s wall while they put their Christmas toys to good use all year long.” He winked and did a slight pelvic thrust just in case any of us didn’t get what he meant.
“I don’t know about you,” Danny said, “but I think we should do one of those firefightersand puppiescalendars.”
The others moaned. I would have moaned, too, but unlike them, I didn’t have time.
“I won’t say no to the calendar idea outright,” I said, starting toward the side of the lounge where the doorway that led to the downstairs hallway of the building stood, “but I’m definitely not jumping to say yes either.”
“Aw, come on, boss,” Dakota said with a wide smile. “You’d look great in a calendar. I’m sure a ton of omegas, and betas, and probably some alphas, would love a picture of you all oiled and wearing nothing but your helmet.”
The guys laughed and I laughed with them. Little did they know that my profile pic for the Dark Fantasies Club app was pretty much exactly what Dakota had just described. Granted, I felt a little silly about the pin-up-worthy photo I’d somehow thought was a good idea to use for the DFC app, but it meant I usually had inquiries from half a dozen omega subs in my inbox at any given time. It must have been the helmet.
“I’ll think about it,” I said as I reached the door and grasped the handle. “In the meantime, I don’t want you all playing video games all night. You might be volunteers, but you’re here to work. That means training and procedure as well. I don’t want my team to fall short if we get a serious call, especially while I’m not here.”
“Gotcha, Bos,” Roscoe said, thumping my back. He was joined by a chorus of agreement from the others.
“You won’t be able to reach me for the next few days, so Ernie is in charge, understand?”
“Yes, boss,” the younger guys said.
I softened my demeanor and smiled as I said, “Have fun.”
“You, too,” Roscoe called after me knowingly as I left.
I grinned as I strode to the elevator and headed up to the fifth floor. Roscoe was one of my closest friends and one of the few who knew exactly what I did during my leisure time. I’d eventaken him along to a DFC event once, when they were having a recruitment drive, but as much as he liked sex, Roscoe had come to the conclusion he wasn’t really kinky.
I definitely was. So much that I sometimes surprised myself. I was a classic Dom. I liked fucking submissive omegas. I liked pulling strong emotions from them, whether whimpers of pain or sobs of humiliation. All of it consensual, mind you. I took the whole “safe, sane, and consensual” thing very seriously and I hated to see suffering outside of a scene. But if an omega was willing to go there, I wanted to go there all the way with him.
I showered quickly, resisting the urge to rub one out under the hot water, since just thinking about the night ahead had made me hard. I liked the sense of self-denial I stepped out of the shower with. It would make the night’s scene that much sweeter.
Out of the shower, I dressed in the nicest suit I had. The acceptance email I’d received about the omega auction a few weeks ago had included instructions for how to dress and what the overall theme of the scene would be. The theme of this particular auction was mafia party. All of the alphas were requested to dress like mob bosses, whatever we thought that meant, and to come up with some scenario for our play that put us in the role of mafia kingpins who were out to have a good time.
I could definitely do that. I’d spent the last week daydreaming about my character and what my relation to the omega I would “buy” would be. We were going to have a ton of fun.
The email had also included the top-secret location for the auction. Well, top secret in terms of the scene. In reality, I got in my car and drove out to a resort in the mountains, Kincade Slopes, which was between its summer, family camping season and its all-important winter ski season. The owners of the DarkFantasies Club, Caden Kuhl and Hamish Farrow, had reserved the entire, secluded resort for a whole week.
It took a good hour and a half to drive out to Blue Knob Mountain and up to the gorgeous, newly renovated lodge. The auction itself wouldn’t start until midnight, but the alphas had been instructed to arrive at the lodge earlier in the evening so we could receive our dossiers and go through orientation. The omegas, as I understood it, were starting off their experience off-site and would be driven up to the lodge, already in the scene, sometime before midnight.
I felt a little self-conscious as I parked and climbed out of my car, grabbed my bag with my play kit and a few changes of clothes, then walked up to the wide, attractive lobby entrance. I wasn’t the only alpha dressed in a suit arriving, and I definitely wasn’t the only one looking just a little bit breathless and excited. I wasn’t ashamed of what got me off at all, but you never knew when you might run into someone you knew but hadn’t known was as much of a kinky bastard as you were. It wasn’t my favorite way to be surprised.
The registration table in the lobby was almost laughable. It was like we were at some sort of comic book convention instead of at a BDSM event. I joined the line for “A-M” and picked up the dossier for my omega, then headed to the lodge’s front desk to get my room key.
“Welcome, Mr. F,” the confident alpha behind the desk greeted me. He typed something into his computer, then took a blank key card from a pile and pressed it to a pad to activate it. “We’ve got you in suite fifty-five, in the Larkspur Wing.”
I grinned. Fifty-five. Same as my engine company. I wondered if it was a coincidence.
“You’ll find all the equipment you requested waiting there for you,” the alpha said as he handed across the key. “If you need anything, just ask. I’m Benny, Kincade Slopes’s owner. I canassure you that the entire lodge and our grounds are reserved for the Dark Fantasies Club for the weekend. I’ve got an additional security team working the perimeter, so no one who isn’t authorized will be on the property. So if you want to keep your curtains open for, you know, effect, you’ll be completely secure.”
“Thank you,” I said, my excitement growing.
I didn’t realize what Benny meant by “for effect” until I got to my suite. As soon as I opened the door, I let out a low whistle. One entire side of the spacious front room of the suite was floor to ceiling windows that looked out on what must have been the ski slope and the forest beyond. I was sure the view was spectacular in the daylight, but since I hadn’t turned on the room’s lights yet, I had an idea of it, even in the dark.
