His Captor (Omegas After Dark #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Hayden

T here was nothing like an out of town business trip to make an omega horny as hell.

Not because of the work, of course. I enjoyed my job, even though it was as ordinary vanilla as jobs could possibly get. Having only just graduated from college, I was your basic admin with a hunger to work his way up at a company that sold insurance to high net-worth individuals. Completely ordinary stuff.

“But at least it gives me the opportunity to go to conferences, like this one in Port Lucia,” I told my brother, Simon, as the two of us drove to the airport.

Well, Simon drove while I played with my phone, checking a certain listing I’d put up on the Dark Fantasies Club app before heading out the door.

Simon peeked at me from the driver’s seat, then focused dutifully on the road. “You know Dad and Papa don’t like you traveling alone for work,” he said, then added, “They don’t like you working at all.”

“Not true,” I said, still swiping through the app, pausing on a few likely alpha profiles here and there. “They don’t mind me working. They wouldn’t have paid for an omega to go to college if they didn’t want me to work.”

Simon’s face pinched. “They sent me through college, too, and I’m an omega,” he said in a gloomy voice.

Two things about his comment struck me. One, Simon was two years older than me, but my dear brother had an unmistakable naiveté about him that made him seem several years younger than me. It really showed in that comment. Two, Simon wasn’t at all happy about being sent to college. I knew he wasn’t happy with his job as a paralegal either.

Simon wasn’t like me. He was an artist, one of the most talented I’d ever known. On top of that, he was a textbook submissive omega. Why our parents hadn’t found him an alpha husband as soon as he was of age instead of sending him to school so he could work at their law office was beyond me. It was like Dad and Papa had mixed up the personalities of their two omega sons and they treated us the way the other one should have been treated.

It wouldn’t have been the only thing our parents got wrong.

“I know a trip like this would be a nightmare for you,” I said, grinning at my brother, “but I’m more excited about it than you could know.”

Simon sent me a wary sideways look as he pulled onto the highway that would take us to Barrington’s airport. We’d driven this way a lot in the last year, since my best friend, Ari, had moved to the Caribbean with his ex-cop, alpha husband, Samson. I flew down to visit them as much as I could, although that had gotten harder since I’d started working.

“How many days are you staying in Port Lucia after the conference?” Simon asked me.

I grinned, stretched out in the passenger seat as though already priming myself for the fantasy I hoped to indulge in, and said, “Three days. I’m taking the red-eye home on Monday night.”

Simon sent me another worried look. “So you’ll be back Tuesday morning next week?”

“Yep,” I said. “Back home, stuffed full of corporate knowledge and thoroughly satisfied with all the teambuilding and training I’ll have received.”

Simon totally knew what I was actually saying and made a disapproving sound, which made me laugh.

“Oh, come on, Simon,” I teased him. “You can’t be as sweet and innocent as all that. I know you’re not a virgin.”

Simon kept his eyes firmly on the highway ahead of us, but his face flared red. He didn’t say anything, but I knew about the alpha he’d dated in college, the swanky one who came from money and always wore suits to class, even though everyone else was in jeans. That alpha had taken Simon through his first two heats, and even though it hadn’t worked out and they’d broken up over a year ago, I happened to know that the ESAs Simon had hired from Bangers & Mash for his last two heats had worn suits when they met up to do the deed. By Simon’s request.

My na?ve older brother had a suit fetish, and probably more to go along with that.

“Look. Port Lucia is a beautiful little town on the beach out west,” I explained. “It’s a family vacation spot. I might just see the sights, go to the theme parks, and eat all the local food.”

Simon actually tore his eyes off the road to give me a flat look. “You’re going to hook up with someone through that creepy Dark Fantasies Club, aren’t you,” he said, looking ahead again. “You’ve been scrolling through the app since I picked you up.”

I sighed and closed the app and my phone so that I could give Simon my full attention.

“You know I have a kinky streak a mile wide, Si,” I said frankly.

Simon blushed even deeper.

“You do, too, admit it.”

“I do not!” Simon protested.

“Oh, come on,” I laughed, my affection for my brother brimming. “I’ve caught you watching some pretty intense porn before. Have you ever actually been tied up or restrained while being fucked?”

“God! I am not having this conversation with my little brother,” Simon said, squirming.

I laughed. Simon was the best brother anyone could have asked for, and my best friend.

“You should try it someday,” I told him, adjusting the way I sat, because my hole was starting to leak just thinking about sex. Yeah, I was that shameless. I always had been. “The Dark Fantasies Club has people who enjoy all sorts of scenarios and kinks.”

“No thank you,” Simon said.

“I’ve heard that you can find men in suits who will treat you like their slave, if that’s what you want.”

Simon went very, very quiet and still.

I let out a breath and adjusted the way I was sitting again, having mercy on him.

“Ari and Samson met through the Dark Fantasies Club,” I said conversationally. “It’s not just about anonymous, kinky sex.”

Though it was as far as I was concerned. I preferred sex to be anonymous, if I was honest. Not only did I not want the baggage of a relationship, like too many of my friends and people from my parents’ social circle had, I didn’t even want to know the names of the alphas I let fuck me in depraved ways. That was part of what got me off.

The silence between me and Simon drew on for longer than I was comfortable with before Simon said, “You need to be more careful.”

I grinned, knowing that was coming. Simon was the soft and gentle version of our papa. Papa told us all to be careful all the time, too, but his version of being careful meant not embarrassing the family. Papa and Dad were nothing if not social climbers.

“I am careful,” I told Simon. “That’s why I only ever go through the Dark Fantasies Club app for my kidnap fantasies instead of hooking up at some random club.”

Simon shivered. “Do you have to use that word?”

“What, ‘club’?” I asked, teasing him.

Simon took a second to stare flatly at me again.

I laughed. “I like the adrenaline rush,” I said with a shrug. “Fear makes me almost as horny as I get when I’m in heat.”

“TMI,” Simon said, shaking his head and turning off the highway and into the airport.

A second later, he frowned, then asked, “You aren’t about to go into heat, are you?”

“No, not even close.”

That was a lie. I was actually fairly close to my next heat. Three weeks close, to be exact. But I was as regular as clockwork and always had been, and having kinky sex didn’t cause omegas to go into heat early.

“Okay, well, just?—”

“Be careful,” I finished Simon’s sentence for him as he pulled up to the curb at the departures terminal.

Simon let out a breath as he cut the engine and looked fully at me. “Just because Papa says it all the time doesn’t mean you shouldn’t actually be careful,” he said.

“I know. I’m always careful.”

We both got out of the car and walked around to the trunk so I could get my suitcase.

“I’ve done this kidnap fantasy six times before,” I told him in a low voice. “I promise you, everything is regulated and controlled. The Dark Fantasies Club requires each participant to have a second who checks in with them throughout the fantasy. Everything is agreed to in advance, and safety measures are put into place to protect everyone involved. It’s just make-believe. There’s nothing real about it.”

“If you say so,” Simon sighed, shutting the trunk after I’d taken my suitcase out.

He immediately froze, his eyes going wide as he glanced past me to the door leading into the terminal.

When I turned to look, I nearly burst into laughter. A limo was parked a few cars in front of us, and a pair of powerful, alpha businessmen in designer suits were heading into the terminal. They were well-groomed, one wore a gold watch, and everything about them radiated power and command.

“Down boy,” I sniggered at Simon.

Simon jerked, like he had snapped himself out of a trance of lust. His face was so red the planes flying in and out of the airport could use it to guide them.

“There’s nothing wrong with me having a type,” he mumbled as we both stepped up onto the curb.

I hugged Simon, for more reasons than the fact that I was going away for a few days. I loved my brother, and my sincerest wish for him was that he’d loosen up a little from the hold that our parents had over him. Because that’s what it was that kept him chained to a job and a personality he wasn’t comfortable with. That’s what kept him too shy to get his own kink on.

“You be good,” I told him as I broke the hug and stepped back.

“I always am,” Simon sighed, gloomy as ever.

With a final wave, I turned to head into the terminal. It really broke my heart that Simon wasn’t happy. He was the best person I knew, and he deserved every happiness.

So did I, come to think of it, but my happiness was made up of something else entirely.

I checked my bags for my flight, then headed through security and up to the business-class lounge to wait for my flight. Blessedly, the company I worked for sent their employees to conferences in business-class. Even if they hadn’t, with my family’s money, I would have upgraded my ticket. I was flying clear across the country, and there was no way I would do that in coach.

I had other reasons to want the privacy that the business-class lounge afforded. As soon as I settled into a cushy chair that looked out over the tarmac, I pulled out my phone and opened the Dark Fantasies Club app again.

Kidnapping fantasies were super common with people in the Dark Fantasies Club. I’d never had any trouble finding an alpha who wanted to grab me off the street, stuff me in his car, and take me to some undisclosed location to fuck me into oblivion…all in the carefully pre-arranged manner we’d discussed.

I wasn’t as familiar with the alphas of Port Lucia, though. I wasn’t going to pick any rando. Even though everyone on the app was vetted and checked, I had incredibly specific ideas about what I wanted.

I wanted someone intelligent, not just hot. I had a better time with the fantasies when the alpha put a lot of thought and energy into planning. The more elaborate the scenario he created, the more fun I had. I was looking for someone who would invest deeply in the make-believe I’d told Simon the whole fantasy was.

I found him about five minutes before boarding was called for my flight. His app name was Ace—almost no one used their real names on the app—and along with his profile pic, which was stunning and exactly my type, he had pics of his play space. It was filled with tech, as far as I could see. Most of it was a complete mystery to me. I couldn’t work out what half the things in his apartment were supposed to do.

I loved that.

As my flight was called, I typed a quick message to Ace through the app, saying I could call him when I landed in Port Lucia in a few hours if he was interested in playing, tapped send, then closed the app and went off to board my flight.

Five hours later, when I’d gone through arrivals, collected my suitcase, and found a cab to take me to the conference hotel, I had a reply from Ace. He was interested. More than that, he gave me his phone number and asked me to call.

I dialed so fast I was surprised I hit all the numbers right.

“Hello?” a deep, sensual, slightly confused voice answered me.

That voice hit me right in my core with just the one word. I swear, my womb squeezed in approval.

“Hi, Ace?” I asked. “This is Billy, from the Dark Fantasies Club.”

My middle name was William, so I used ‘Billy’ on the app an in all my fantasies. It wasn’t technically lying about my name, but it protected me.

“Billy,” Ace said, perking up a little. “It’s nice to talk to you.”

“And to you,” I said. “I’d like to do more than talk,” I went on, being as shameless and flirty as possible.

“As would I,” Ace answered.

I sucked in a small breath. I loved his slightly formal, no-nonsense way of talking.

“I’m attending a conference for the next couple of days,” I went on, getting down to business myself. “But it’s over on Friday afternoon. I would be available until Monday night once that’s done.”

“Good. Right. I could rearrange my schedule to make that possible.”

Another shiver went through me. He was going to switch up his schedule to play with me.

“What did you think of my scenario suggestions on the app?” I asked.

“I liked them,” he said. I wasn’t the only one trying to sound sexy and flirty. The low, almost predatory growl in Ace’s voice had me in danger of soaking right through my trousers.

“I appreciate elaborate storylines,” I said, reiterating some of the things I’d written on the app. “I love a little roleplay, so feel free to break out your most sadistic and dirty characters.”

He laughed quietly, sending prickles across my skin. “I’m willing to go all-in if you are. I have a few toys I’d like to test out as well, if you don’t mind.”

“Toys?” I had to wriggle in the back of the cab so I could hold my ass cheeks together tight enough not to drip. “What kind of toys?”

He paused before answering, “It will work better if you don’t know what they are in advance.”

Holy crap. We couldn’t get to the conference hotel fast enough. As soon as I checked in, I was going up to my room to run a hot shower and pound my slippery ass with the fat dildo I’d brought with me until I was moaning loud enough that the people in the next room complained to the front desk.

“I like the sound of that,” I purred.

He paused again slightly before asking, “How intense do you like your play? What should I be prepared to do and not do?”

“I like it as intense as you can make it,” I said. “This is not my first time with this fantasy. In fact, it’s part of my regular playlist. There isn’t much you could do to shock or unsettle me. In fact, try to shock and unsettle me, please.”

“Got it,” he said. “The usual safewords? Red, yellow, green?”

“Yep.”

“And do you have a second I could talk to? I’ll send you the name and number of mine so the two of you can do a video call before the fantasy starts,” he said.

“Mine is a friend, Ari,” I said. “I’ll send you his info as well. You’ll probably speak to his husband, Samson as well. Samson is an ex-cop.”

“Understood.”

I liked the fact that there was a high level of respect and understanding in his voice. Ace was clearly a professional who wasn’t going to fuck around with the fantasy, even though I was increasingly confident that he would fuck the hell out of me.

“Do you want to do a video call before we start?” Ace asked. “So you know what’s coming?”

“Actually, no,” I said, squirming again as my mind began to switch preemptively into fantasy mode. “I don’t want to know what you look like, other than your pics on the app, when you grab me. I want to be completely taken by surprise.”

“Gotcha,” Ace said. “I know what you look like from your profile pic, but if you could send me a pic right before we start so I know what you’re wearing, that would be great.”

“I’ll do it,” I said, breathless with anticipation.

“A couple other questions,” Ace said. “Are you claustrophobic?”

Just the question had me going hard.

“No,” I answered.

“How do you feel about being bound and gagged?”

“Love it.”

“Blindfolded?”

God, I was going to come in my trousers if he kept on like this.

“Green, green, and green,” I said breathlessly.

“Good.” The way Ace answered had me wishing the conference was already over. “I’ll send over more details of the scenario I have in mind through the app.”

“Perfect.”

I was going to be fucked so hard and so well, I just knew it. My insides pulsed and shivered with the idea, and my womb seemed suddenly warm and noticeable inside of me.

“I’ll see you on Friday night, then,” Ace said.

“Unless you blindfold me when you grab me and keep me blinded the whole time,” I replied in a low, seductive voice.

Ace just laughed, low, menacing, and tempting.

Then he ended the call without saying goodbye.

I blew out a breath and tipped my head back against the seat, grinning up at the cab’s ceiling. This was going to be the best vacation ever.