I was owned and had to perform to whatever the Alpha wanted of me.
I had been trained all my life for a moment like this. I was trained to behave like this were all second nature and to not question a single thing that was said or done to my body.
I knew the best option was for me to turn off my thoughts, like I so often did when I had clients. But I knew this was different and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
Taking the Alpha’s words, even if they weren’t a direct order, I’d rest. And wait until I was called upon to serve him.
Sliding farther onto the bed, the mattress cradled me in its quiet give. I didn’t have the strength to reach for the comforter, let alone pull it over myself. So I stayed there, resting atop the softness like it might swallow me whole.
As the seconds ticked by, my eyes refused to stay open. With each blink, it was harder and harder to keep them open.
Soon, they didn’t reopen as sleep claimed me, my body relaxing into the soft cloud beneath me.
***
My eyes flashed open, and everything instantly came crashing down around me like a tidal wave.
I wasn’t in my bed at the boarding house.
The borrowed room was brightened by the sunlight that cast in through the window, which was normal no matter what bedroom I woke up in.
Not quite ready to move and face the rest of the day, I burrowed more under a blanket that I didn’t remember putting over myself.
The bed felt as though it was holding me hostage, its soft confines wrapped around my body, protecting me in a way a mattress never had before.
At the boarding house, the beds were stiff by design. Functional. Unforgiving. They weren’t meant to cradle anyone, least of all an Omega.
Comfort had never been part of the equation. But some small, stupid part of me still wished someone had cared enough to consider it.
Unsure of what was required of me, I took one slow, deep breath before moving to slip from the bed.
I was in uncharted territory here. This wasn’t the Lockswells’ Boarding house where every second of my waking hours was accounted for. This wasn’t in a themed room where I already knew my place.
This was a stranger’s house that had rules that I had yet to figure out.
As my feet touched the soft carpeted floor, a voice grew stronger as it neared. It wasn’t the Alpha. It was lighter, and one that I vaguely recalled.
The only thing I could do was freeze, my eyes pinned to the floor where my feet rested.
In any other sort of normalcy, if I weren’t a stupid Omega, I’d have hidden back into the covers. I’d have pretended that the outside world didn’t exist.
Squaring my shoulders, I kept my gaze glued to the floor as whoever had raised their voice moments before entered the room. I heard the gasp, as though he wasn’t expecting me to be here.
Did this Alpha already had an Omega in his possession? Was I here for their entertainment?
I’ve heard of that before.
Alphas enjoyed the thrill of making their own Omega jealous. They enjoyed toying with the hearts and desires. It was, after all, their nature. Or so I had been told.
“I have clothes for you.” There was a rustle of material as cloth bags were set on the end of the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the light cream cloth.
The Omega gently set a small pile of clothes closer to me before digging back into one of the bags that I couldn’t see.
Knowing an order was given, even if it was indirectly, I slipped my shirt over my head. Modesty wasn’t something I had. It’d been beaten out of me years ago, as were a lot of things. It was like second nature to slip off my pants, bending over and pulling them off my feet.
I halfway decided on what to do about the underwear. Ones that I had put on just that morning knowing what type of client I was supposed to have.
Would Alpha Harris like them? Would he rather I go without? Or did he want me to wear something he personally picked out?
