Footsteps crossed the rubber floor, each one muffled but precise. The kind of walk that didn’t question its right to be here.
He stopped a few feet behind me. Close enough to feel the shift in the air. Close enough to remind me what came next.
“Omega,” he said.
Not a greeting. Just a statement. Like reading a label.
I nodded once. Still didn’t turn. Still didn’t speak. Because that wasn’t what I was here for.
He circled slowly, shoes squeaking against the floor, until he stood in front of me.
Sharp suit. Clean scent. Eyes that didn’t blink enough.
I recognized him now. And I knew this wouldn’t be about pain. Not the kind you could see.
This would be about control. About silence. About making me forget I ever had a voice to begin with.
It’d be a test for me. And I wasn’t sure that for once, I would pass it.
I hated this client the most out of all the others.
“I missed you, boy.” He reached out, swiping a dry thumb down my arm. “Did you miss me?”
No,I thought. “Yes, Sir.”
“Glad to hear it. Now,” he paused, stepping back at the same time. “Strip.”
Somehow, my hands stayed steady as I removed each piece of clothing. I folded each item, placing them by the door, off to the side so they wouldn’t be in the way.
When I was standing there naked as the day I was born, the Alpha looked me up and down, as though he was making sure I was still in one piece as he last saw me.
“Figured you’d be a bit bruised up. Alpha Harris is known to be a bit rough.”
I kept my mouth shut. This Alpha didn’t need to know what I did with Alpha Harris, nor would I tell anyone else, either.
“Well, no matter. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you didn’t come back.”
Already do,but again, I clamped my lips tightly together.
“On the cross, Omega.”
I jerked at the tone. It went from patronizing to commanding, a dark tent under the surface.
I stumbled, rushing to the X, the cold seeping into my skin before I even touched it.
The Alpha wasn’t gentle as he lifted one arm, then the next, trapping a thick leather strap around each wrist. My ankles followed, spread out so I fit the X like it was made for me.
The cold metal dug into my skin, most likely bruising the little muscle I had. Even though I wanted to, I couldn’t move, couldn’t run. I couldn’t escape.
“Do you have any clue how hard it was to work my magic to bring you back here? You were never meant to be serviced out. I wanted you to be on my beck and call.Mine.”
“Sorry, Sir. I can’t control who wants to hire me.” My voice shook, but I still spoke the words. My response was well programmed, just like many others.
“True. I have more say over that than a low life Omega.” He paused, moving around the room. “That doesn’t make it any better. Now, no more words or sounds from you, filthy Omega boy.”
I hated not being able to see the Alpha as he moved around the room. I followed his steps with my ears, but I had a feeling he was pacing on purpose, messing with different things that hung from the walls, to keep me in surprise.
This room wasn’t one that had been requested with me before. But that didn’t mean I didn’t know what went on in here. Past punishments were enough to let me know what was going to happen, and I already dreaded it more than ever before.
