His lopsided smirk was mischievous. “You’ve already paid me the first half, but obedience and compliments will get you far.”
“Please. Do what you want to me. Be rough and cruel. I’ll take it. Anything.” My tone was full of desperation, but I didn’t care. I needed to show Sol that I meant it.
He pursed his lips. “If I do that, then what will happen to me once we leave?”
“That’s the point. No one will know. I brought you here and asked for your service, so it’s on me. This is what I want.”
“But why?” He put his hands on his hips.
Was he stalling, or was this his way of torturing me?
“It’s a fantasy I have, okay?” And a cleansing I needed. “Imagine every Alpha who forced himself on you, every unwanted touch, every cock you didn’t want to service.” I swallowed. Hopefully, I could get him into the headspace we both needed for our agreement to work. “What would you do to humiliate them? Possibly in front of an audience?”
That did it. Sol’s eyes grew hooded and his expression darker.
He rounded the bed and hovered his delicate hand over my chest and stomach. He furrowed his blond eyebrows, biting his lip. My breathing sped up as it was clear he was contemplating how to proceed, neither of us knowing exactly what would happen next. What if he truly hurt me? Killed me? What the fuck have I done? I was insane and—
Sol’s palm landed on my cock, slapping it so hard that the sound echoed in the room and tears sprang to my eyes.
The pain turned to tingling heat, and I moaned, and my dick grew even harder. He’d read my list thoroughly indeed. I gave him what I hoped was an expression of gratitude and approval, as I was still gathering myself to utter a word. I swallowed and exhaled slowly.
“That’s perfect,” I croaked out, “exactly what I’m after.”
“I hit you,” Sol said, but didn’t step back, his gaze darting between his hand and my face.
“And I loved it.”
His expression fell and his lips trembled. “I’m so dead.”
“No, you’re not. I promise nothing will happen to you. I signed that list, and you can take it with you as leverage.” No no no.What the fuck was I saying?He could expose me. One look at the perfection that was Sol, and I didn’t care anymore. My life would be empty again after tonight, so I needed him more than the rest of my existence.
His gaze bounced around the room, then he nodded and thrust his chin up. “As my slave,” he paused, then started again. “As my servant, you will take all the punishments and pleasures I will give you and thank me for every single one. Is that clear?”
“Yes—” I hesitated, looking at the smaller, physically weaker man for guidance.
“Master,” he supplied in a regal tone.
More blood rushed to my hard-on. “Yes, Master.”
Sol took a deep breath, puffing his leanly-muscled chest, and stood at the foot of the bed.
He raked his short, neat nails up my thigh to my groin, tossed my cock to the side, and squeezed my balls. Looking at my face, he dug his nails in and twisted my sac.
Pain exploded into my abdomen, and I released a long groan. “Thank you, Master.”
Still holding my balls, he sucked on the index finger of his other hand, then pressed it between my ass cheeks. It was at my hole, the place no one but me had ever touched. I held my breath as his digit slid past the ring of muscle.
“You’re clenching. I can barely get the tip in.” Pulling out, he gasped. “Wait a second…” He released his hold on my sac and put hands on his hips. “Have you been fu–” He cleared his throat. “Has your ass been stuffed before?”
He figured me out quickly. “My fingers only. I was afraid my staff would find dildos if I ordered them. And when I looked at toys for omegas, they were so big…”
Sol snorted in amusement. “They’re usually for use during heat when an omega’s ass needs to be filled to the brim.”
“Sounds like it hurts.” And like something I’d love to experience.
“Just the opposite. It hurts when the hole is empty. When an omega is not knotted.” He slapped my thighs with both hands like a CEO would smack a boardroom table. “You’re lucky my dick is small. But we’ll see how the evening progresses and what I might decide to do to you after you’re fucked open.” His smile was sweet, but his eyes glimmered with mischief. He was pulling back from cuss words a lot less too.
Hands down, he was the most fascinating person I had ever met. Whatever happened next, I’d have a spank bank full of memories of a golden-haired sadist with the face of an angel.
