“Now? What for?”
“Say shit.”
“I’m not a parrot, Lothair.”
“Say fucking hell.”
I laughed, exasperated. “How come you’re bored already? It’s not yet eleven, and you had demanding guests all morning.”
He snorted. “You’re one of those people who say stuff like oopsie-daisy or fiddlesticks when they trip, right?”
“No.”
What he did next almost had me knocking his lights out and ending up in jail. That bastard kicked me in the shin. He was barefoot and didn’t use much strength, but it hurt.
“What the fuck, Lothair!” I roared, steam coming out of my ears. Only years of professional training stopped me from punching him on pure instinct. He was unbelievable.
“Ha!” He pointed at me, beaming victoriously. “You said fuck.”
“Of course I said fuck. You fucking kicked me!”
“It was just an experiment. And it worked. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry. Where’s your stuff?”
I blinked, dizzy from the topic changes. “What stuff?”
“Luggage.”
“I have an overnight bag in my car.”
“Huh. Okay. Anyway, brunch.”
Shaking my head, still irritated, I walked after him down to the atrium.
He showed me the kitchen and introduced me to his personal chef, a middle-aged omega with short black dreadlocks and a distinct Southern accent. I liked himimmediately. I would have enjoyed chatting with him, but Lothair seemed to be in a hurry.
We had brunch on the patio. While I ate, Lothair spent half an hour on the phone. Then he excused himself and disappeared into the basement studio with a couple of photographers for the rest of the day. In the evening, Carlos emailed me Lothair’s schedule for the next few days.
After eleven, when I was about to go to bed, I spotted Lothair in the pool under my balcony. He swam back and forth, alternating styles. When he began climbing out, water running down his back in rivulets, I realized he was naked. The fucker. I averted my gaze and stalked back into my room.
I jerked off in the shower, thinking about the last omega I’d had sex with. Was it a month ago already? I fell asleep before midnight.
I sat on a chair,facing a tiled wall. The pool was behind me. I could smell the chlorine in the air and hear the whispers of small waves. With the way I was tied, I’d drown if someone kicked me into the water.
I tried to wiggle in the restraints, but they held. What material were they made of? I was a dragon, dammit. I could tear a rope to shreds.
I tried shifting but couldn’t. My body didn’t listen to me.
Had they drugged me? And who were they?
Small spotlights on the walls blinked to life one after another, and Lothair walked toward me, wearing nothing but white underwear. His muscular body glistened with droplets, and the wet cotton of his briefs was almost transparent, exposing his hard cock. It was the same as mine. Big and long. I stared at it.
Apart from porn, I’d only seen an omega’s cock hard before.
There was something raw about seeing an alpha like this.
He paused in front of me, eyeing me coldly. Without a word, he straddled me and braced himself on my thighs. He rolled his hips, rubbing his stiff shaft against mine. The water seeped into my clothes.
“I have three omegas waiting for you. You’ll fuck them, make them all come while I watch.”
