“What if I refuse? Do I have a choice?” He glanced at the door, then back at me.
I wouldn’t force him, but he didn’t need to know that. And I was far too desperate to even consider letting him go. “No.”
“That’s what I thought.” He squared his shoulders and gave me a bored look. This wasn’t the first time someone had made him serve an Alpha against his will, and I could definitely use that to my advantage, especially if he’d been harboring a grudge and would want to be rough with an Alpha. I was ready to volunteer.
From the front pocket of my backpack, I retrieved the list I had prepared in advance and scraped the price I had at the bottom. I already offered to pay him three times the amount I’d planned.
“Here. Go through this list and tick what you’re willing to do and what’s your hard limit.”
He frowned at the paper. “As in, I get to choose?”
“Yes.” It was no news that omegas were often deprived of their rights, and tonight was the best example of that, but the vulnerability in his voice broke something in me.
His regal expression as he looked down on me—even when bound to a chair—made my heart beat quicker. With those golden locks, porcelain skin, and beautiful face, he belonged on a throne. The mud all over his torn clothes added to the vibe of him having returned from the battlefield.
“Well, then untie me,” he said in a deadpan voice.
“Shit, sorry.” I dropped the paperwork and pen onto his lap, then cut the ties loose.
He massaged his wrists, then looked over my list, tapping it with the pen.
“If you are so prepared, why didn’t you buy an omega for the night? I found someone online to pay me for the service.”
“Oh, yeah? And how did that turn out for you?”
Ah, if looks could kill, my insides would be in the carpet from Sol’s glare. He mumbled something as he ticked off boxes, then he paused, tilted his head in the most adorable way, and proceeded to write notes in the margins.
“Used and degraded,” he read from the list in a voice that dipped lower, full of fascination and hopefully, arousal. “So I can do all this to you,” he waved the sheet of paper, “without repercussions, and you’ll pay me?” He squinted at me, tapping the pen against his chin.
“That’s correct.”
“How can I trust you?”
“You can’t. But if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t be discussing the night with you. Besides, if what you’d do to me came out, my Alpha reputation would be ruined.” He didn’t need to know that this information would destroy my military career, my life.
He scoffed. “No one would believe me.”
“But the seed of doubt would be sown.” I lifted my phone, ready for the transfer, and turned it his way.
“Fine.” He input the details, and his watch clicked with the confirmation. His expression transformed from a frowny focus to calmness and a spark in his gaze that could be determination, arousal, or both. “Since you want me to treat you like an omega, go shower and prepare yourself like one.” Sol pulled to his feet with grace and looked down at me. Even standing up, he wasn’t much taller than me sitting. The size difference added spice to the idea of a tiny omega using me. His lips trembled, but his stance was rigid and sure.
The look of contempt he gave me shot blood to my dick. Fucking hell, he acted as if he was born to do exactly what Iwanted from him. If he’d told me to kiss his muddy feet, I would have.
Slowly, he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.
Fuck, I was stalling. Standing up, I headed to the bathroom where the douching kit and lotions were ready according to my instructions. The hotel staff had probably assumed those were for the omega, which had been my intention. Thankfully, I had already made good use of my shower hose before venturing out tonight.
During the parties I’d attended over the years, I’d seen omegas fucked in every corner of the house, by many cocks at once, or tied up to be a cumdump for a line of Alphas awaiting their turn.
I helped those I could, giving them money or escorting them to a nearby shelter. But I had looked the other way when stepping out of line would risk my reputation.
As a full-blooded Alpha and a military man, I couldn’t let anyone hear so much as a rumor that I wanted to be fucked. That I jacked off to the thought of an omega degrading me and calling me names while abusing my body. All my army brothers would see me as weak and inferior, therefore losing the kind of trust in me that was necessary in our line of work. Rumors of bottom Alphas in high society and wealthy homes existed, but not in the rule-driven army community I was a part of.
Whatever happened tonight had to remain a secret, or my career would be shot. And with that, I’d lose my only friends who’d never see me the same way again.
Chapter Five
Rhys
