Page 11 of His Gift
I didn’t put as much thought into the form as I would have if it were a real job. I just wanted to get to the good part of the night. Fortunately, that was what Denny had in mind, too.
“Great,” he said in his bored voice, taking the clipboard back as he stood. “Come with me. You’ll be interviewed in here.”
“Awesome. Thanks.”
I followed him to the door on one side of the trailer’s office, and right on cue, as soon as Denny held the door for me and I stepped into the side office, Hamish Farrow leapt out at me and captured me in a bear hug from behind, slapping a hand over my mouth and growling, “Don’t move, omega, and you won’t get hurt. At least by me.”
It was like someone flicked a switch in me. All the stress and worry and fear of my everyday life drained away and I went limp in Hamish’s arms. I might have even swooned a little with relief. Finally, I could let go of my fight and my strength. I didn’t have to be the one making sure everyone was taken care of. I could just sub out and concentrate on pleasure and pain alone.
“That’s it,” Hamish praised me in a growly voice as he dragged me to the far side of the office and wrenched my backpack off my shoulder. “Take care of this,” he told Denny. “And his clothes.”
I pretended to be too stunned to resist as Hamish tore the clothes from my body…carefully. I think he knew I had barely any money and that I hadn’t been able to wear throw-away clothes that could be ripped to shreds, like I think some other omegas did.
I squirmed and panted and whimpered a little as he yanked off my damp underwear and tossed it on the pile he’d made on the floor for Denny to clean up. Hamish pushed me up against the wall and pulled my arms behind my back, fastening my wrists together with zip ties. He then yanked me away from the wall and over to a back door and outside into the cold night.
“You think you’re shaking now, little omega?” he grunted against my ear as he walked me down to a black van parked behind a few bushes. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“Help?” I fake-panicked a little as Hamish pulled open the van’s back door and pushed me in. A few other omegas were sitting there, naked and bound, with hoods over their heads, already. Once I was in the van with them, Hamish grabbed a ball gag from the side and pushed it into my mouth, then covered my head with a hood as well. Then he fastened me to a loop on the floor of the van, crushed up against another omega, before slamming the door.
It was cold, but all of us omegas were hot enough for some action that we generated a little bit of heat in the van. All the same, I was glad when we only had to wait for one more omega to be thrown in with us before Hamish jumped in the driver’s seat to take us up the hill to the lodge.
The DFC always did a good job of making their events seem really real. Last year, I’d gone to a dungeon event where the omegas were supposed to be party favors to be passed around among the alphas in attendance. They’d done an amazing job of making us feel like we were actually in some top-secret penthouse club for billionaires and that we had been kidnappedfrom our homes for that event. I’d used Amy and Erica’s address as my home for the “pick up” for that party, but boy, had they made it feel like I was just a commodity.
As the van rattled up the hill, I closed my eyes under my hood and fell into deep breathing. I loved being in subspace. I didn’t have to worry there, I just had to feel. Money and my dad and Mr. Tindall and Rick Deluca and everything that got me down just floated away as I shivered against the omega next to me, feeling every bump on the road until the terrain flattened out and the van came to a stop.
A few seconds later, the back door opened and Hamish said, “I’ve got another shipment for you, boys. Make sure they’re nice and pretty for the bidders. We’ve got some big-spending hard players in there.”
A few of the other omegas whimpered or cried out, but under my sack, I smiled. This was what I wanted. Someone cut the tie holding me to the loop in the van, then a pair of big hands grabbed me and lifted me out of the van. My cold skin rubbed up against warm, solid muscle clad in what must have been a t-shirt as I was carried inside the lodge.
I could tell through the sack that the lights were dim in the room where we were kept until the auction started in the room next door. I listened as deep voices sounded indistinctly through the wall, then as someone made a more formal announcement. Once they started taking omegas into that room, the deep, alpha voices got louder and rang out as bids were shouted.
I could do this for real. If this was what selling yourself was all about, then I could do it. I leaned back against the wall and imagined that the men in the other room were going to actually bid for me and that I would end up being the property of whichever alpha won me in the end. I’d turned down the DFC’s offer for a dossier about the alpha they’d matched me with. I didn’t want to know anything in advance. I needed to knowwhether I could go through with this as more than just a game, and so far, so good.
Except for the minor fact that I knew the whole thing was staged. I knew Caden and Hamish, two men I trusted, had hand-selected an alpha for me. I knew I was going to be able to walk away at the end of the weekend, one way or another.
But if the whole thing was real?
“You!” Hamish’s booming voice jolted me out of my thoughts. He yanked the hood off my head then hooked a hand under one of my arms to lift me to my feet. “Let’s see how much the boss can get for your pretty ass.”
I did my part and whimpered and panicked a little, but as soon as I was dragged out into the heady spotlights of the auction room, the sub in me took over again. The room filled with hungry, horny alphas sent my senses reeling. Their hormones and scents were like smokey perfume in the air. My hole loosened up at once, and slick seeped from me, painting my thighs. My dick filled and stood straight up as well, which earned me a few salacious looks from the alphas in the front few rows. I wondered which one of them was mine.
I didn’t bother listening to what Caden said to sell me to the crowd. My heart pounded, sending adrenaline through my body, as Hamish pulled me to the front of the room, pushed me over the block, smacked my ass, then showed my hole to the salivating alphas. I wasn’t in heat, but I could feel the slick gushing out of me. It was all I could do not to hump the block. I wanted to show off what a good, eager sub I could be for all those alphas.
At least, I wanted to show off for them until Hamish pulled me straight again and I sawhim.
“Ten million!”
It was the guy I’d nearly bowled over at the Dark Fantasies Club office the week before. The tall, gorgeous guy in a suit whohad smelled like rain on marble. And he was staring right at me with fire in his eyes.
“Fifty million!”
His shout ended what had been a tongue-in-cheek bidding war. The rest of the room went silent for a moment, then Caden called out, “Sold to Mr. W for fifty million. Come on up and collect your prize.”
Mr. W? I guess that was who he was for the event. I didn’t care what his name was, I just wanted to get close to him and smell that amazing, rain-fresh scent of his again. I almost ran to the side of the stage when Hamish pretended to drag me there as Caden went on with the rest of the auction.
“Here you go,” Hamish said, handing me off roughly to the delicious Mr. W. “Have fun with him. He’s already primed and desperate for your cock.”
“Thanks,” Mr. W said.
