Here, there are blank, serene spaces as opposed to the pamphlets and flyers inquiring after your unworthy soul.Inch by inch as I step in, that knot in my spine, the wretched coiling of my insides loosens just a touch.It’s nice to be able to simply be and exist in this space.
“Name, please?”a pleasant beta asks as she looks up from her computer.
There’s no hint of recrimination, no sign of anything other than courteous professionalism.Another small bit unwinds as I lean forward toward the glass.
“Jason Locke.”
“Ahhh.Yes.I see you right here.Thank you for coming in early.We just have a few forms for you to sign.”
And just like that, the muscles lining either side of my spine twist and coil until just mere standing aches from the base of my skull to the tip of my tailbone.This is it.Everything up until now was just a means to lure me in.Now, they’ll condemn me for wanting to ravage an omega, even though she will want the same rough treatment.
The receptionist’s lips widen into a large smile as she slides the clipboard through the little slot.Nothing about her screams sanctimonious, but then, they might be able to hide it better now.Sweat beads on my forehead as I reach out for the papers.The stack looks pretty small, but then, I did all the other bits online.Besides, it’s not as if religious flyers need to be all that thick to get their message across.
For a moment, the words blur as I look down at them, unable to read or comprehend the message, but after a bit of breathing, I can make out the first line.
The safety of you and your omega is paramount.Please indicate which form of pheromones you’re comfortable delivering.
My knees nearly buckle as I make my way over to the seat.Still wrong.Nothing about this is recriminating.Nothing about this condemns me for wanting to put an omega on her knees as I force my cum into whichever hole I want to at that moment.
The rest of the papers take no time to go through now that my heart beats at a far more reasonable cadence.Just basic formalities.Dotting the I’s and crossing the T’s and such.The last one, however, makes me pause.I glance over the list of wants, likes, and limits, just to make sure we’re compatible.Every single thing is checked as a yes.
What manner of gem have they unearthed that will practically let me do any and everything to her?How is she not already claimed?If I had an omega like this, I’d never let them out of my sight.Every morning, I’d chain her to the bed when I’d leave for work and force her to take every fucking inch of my cock in some obliging hole when I returned home.
My head swims at the very idea as an intense longing slithers through my veins.She’s not for me to keep, but she’ll at least give me an outlet while I stay married to my job.Once I glance over the list one more time, I take the clipboard back to the receptionist, who glances over the first page before pressing a button.
“It will be just one moment.Your omega is almost prepared for you.And thank you again for choosing the Willoughby Rut Clinic for your medical needs.”
Unsure if I should answer her or not, I nod and rock back and forth on my heels.Now that I’m so close to having nearly everything I want, excitement bubbles through my veins and leaves me breathless.Only one thing could make today perfect, but then, horny, voracious beggars certainly can’t be choosers.
From the other side of the room, another door opens up, revealing an Alpha in a medical coat.“Mr.Locke, if you will come this way.”
My fingers tingle as I force one foot in front of the other.Will she be the same as the conundrum who disturbed my office and my disquieted my spirit?Will she be that same alluring mix of defiance and submission that has my cock hardening even now as I duck into the awaiting room?
A large bed dominates the middle with what looks like a repurposed gynecological chair off to the side.Straps hang off both of them, showing their real intentions—bondage, restraint, seduction.On the other side of the room, a padded cross leans against the cream-colored wall with a spanking bench next to it.Will I even have the chance to use all these pieces of erotic furniture?
Rows and rows of tools, toys, and implements hang at my disposal, each locked with a thumbprint key.Thankfully, the clinic included all of these with the astronomical price.Now, I won’t have to choose between them.I can just use what moves me.
I can barely hear the doctor as he shows me the bottle of pheromones and the cloth I can use to administer it.Until now, I didn’t even know it was possible to indulge in this darker form of play, but as I close my eyes, all I can see is that vexing blonde-haired, hazel-eyed omega staring up at me, her mouth agape as I pour the clear liquid over the cloth and threaten to gag her with it if she won’t give me what I want… what she wants… what we both fucking want.
As he leaves, I pace about, debating if I should undress now or have this stranger do it for me.Thankfully, I don’t have long to agonize over such a mundane option.The other door opens, and the omega shuffles inside.Just from the sound of her footsteps, I know she’s going to be soft, pliant, a little nervous, and all together, everything I’ve fantasized.
A smile curves across my lips as I stand there, staring at the wall, refusing to turn around to look at her.Perhaps if I can just close my eyes, I can imagine the scent of peppermint swirling about my face is real and not some figment of my imagination.If I can just hold on for a few moments longer, I might turn this nameless omega into someone real, someone I know, someone I long to ravage.I can turn her into?—
“Miss Hayes?”I cry out as I turn and force myself to face the reality of the woman standing right behind me.
“M- Mr.Mr.… Mr.Bank Guy?I- I’m so sorry,” she whimpers.“I don’t actually know your name.”
“It’s Jason.Jason Locke,” I growl as my balls draw up so tightly stars dance in front of my eyes.“But you will call me, Master.”
Chapter6
Noelle
Master.
I should have known he’d want me to call him something other than his name.Mr.Bank Guy?The fuck was I thinking?Even though I didn’t know his name, I should have thought of something much better than that.
Jason Locke.
