I wasn’t immune to the raw sexuality of what was happening. My blood raced through me and my cock filled, but the omega being poked and prodded and shown like a pony, wasn’t any closer to university age than I was. And he was clearly eager to be fucked silly, even though he halfheartedly protested to his treatment.
The auction was amusing more than anything else. I threw in a few fake bids here and there while waiting for Lucas to be brought on stage, but really, I just wanted to get on with things.
And then he was there. His hands were bound behind him and he was gagged, but I recognized Lucas from his photo right away. He looked even better naked and trembling than he had in his saucy profile pic.
Something caught in my gut, though, when he was brought forward to the auction block and displayed. Tears streaked his face and his look of terror and misery was incredibly authentic. The way he moved as he was pushed over the block only to have his hole put on display for the room full of horny alphas was stiff and awkward. Either Lucas was an incredibly good actor or?—
But no, everyone involved in the auction had signed on in advance. They knew what they were in for and had been briefed about the whole thing. The auction was basically a fancy munch, and the players all knew their parts.
A slight lull in the bidding took me out of my thoughts. It was my turn to jump in and everyone knew it.
“One million!” I called out, raising my hand.
“One million five!” one of the other alphas called out. It was all part of the game.
I put the quietly ringing alarm bells in my head aside and dove into the game. “One ten!”
The auction continued until I won Lucas for one and a half million dollars. Caden banged his gavel on the podium, and as with all the others who had already collected their omegas, I pushed my way through the crowd to collect Lucas as the next omega was brought out for auction.
Up close, Lucas was deliciously small. I dwarfed him with my sheer size and height. The way he dragged his wet eyes with their dark, clumped lashes up my body to look with pure terror at my face made me glad I’d opted to wear the mask. I tugged at his gag, pulling it down around his neck so I could see his beautiful mouth.
“Help me,” Lucas wheezed, barely able to get the words out. “Please, help me.”
I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or someone who could save him from me. Either way, he was an amazingly good actor.
I grabbed his jaw in my large hand and tilted his head up even more to me. “Perfect,” I said with a smile. “I could just eat you up.” He smelled like bubblegum, of all things.
Lucas moaned and sagged. I took that as a sign that he wanted me to pick him up and carry him up to the room we’d been assigned. I bent down and scooped him up over my shoulders, clamping my arms around his legs and giving his round, pert backside a small slap.
“Come on, omega. Let’s see if I can’t jump-start your heat so we can have some fun,” I said as I turned to walk over to the exit, where one of the hotel staff was waiting to hold the door.
Lucas whimpered, and once we got out into the hallway, he started to squirm, like he would make a last-ditch attempt to getaway. I clamped him harder and picked up speed as I searched for signs that would lead me to suite fifteen.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked Lucas when his squirming started to make it harder for me to hold onto him.
“Please, please help me. Please!” Lucas wept. “Help!”
A burst of self-consciousness raced through me and I looked around to see if anyone had overheard Lucas’s shouts. The lodge was quiet, though. Most of its inhabitants were either in their rooms already, playing out their scenes, or still down in the conference rooms.
I had to put Lucas down to reach for the door key that Mads had handed me when I’d given him my bag. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Lucas tried to run.
“Where are you going?” I asked, tapping the key against the electronic lock to open the door, then lunging to the side to catch Lucas by his arm and pull him into the room.
As soon as the two of us were alone in the rather beautiful suite, Lucas broke down entirely. “Please! Please help me,” he sobbed. “I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t want this!”
The alarm bells from earlier came back in full force. Something was desperately wrong. As I took off my suit jacket and tossed it aside, Lucas tried to bolt for the door. When I stepped into his path to block him, he wheeled back and started to run the other way, but tripped over his own feet and fell awkwardly to the carpet.
His arms were still zip-tied behind his back, and I was worried he would hurt himself by struggling against them. Hadn’t someone told him not to fight too hard against the ties? There was a pair of scissors on the bureau, along with the floggers, clamps, and other toys I’d requested, so I stepped to the side to grab those.
As soon as Lucas saw me coming toward him with those scissors, he started screaming. “Please, no! No! Please!”
He wasn’t acting. It didn’t make any sense, but I was one hundred percent certain Lucas was genuinely terrified.
“Do you have safe words?” I asked, trying to remember what I’d read in his file. “Do you want to stop the scene?”
“Please don’t hurt me, please!” Lucas screamed.
“Lucas,” I said his name as calmly as I could, resting a hand on his arm as he squirmed and struggled, trying to sit up and get away, but not getting anywhere with his arms trapped as they were. “Lucas, calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
