Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Enzo
“Thanks for the ride,” I told Amy as I climbed out of her car and hoisted the thin backpack I’d brought with me for my weekend adventure onto my shoulder. “I’ll give you a call when the event is over to let you know where you can pick me up.”
Amy stared flatly at me through the car. “Part of me thinks that I should drive the rest of the way up the mountain to Kincade Slopes and hang out there waiting for you,” she said with all her big sister energy.
I laughed, the cares of my life already starting to roll off my shoulders. “Trust me, there’s no need for that,” I said. “The Dark Fantasies Club is so well-organized it’s amazing. I’ll be ten thousand times safer here than I am back at home.”
That was so true that I didn’t even want to think about it.
I’d had to dodge in and out of the laundry room in the middle of the night to avoid Mr. Tindall’s leering stares a few days before just so I could finally get my laundry done.
My dad had knocked on my door the day after payday, demanding I fork over a couple hundred dollars.
I’d pretended not to be home and he’d gone away eventually.
Worst of all, Rick Deluca kept showing up in places I wouldn’t have expected him to be, like in the discount supermarket where I did my shopping, asking if I’d made up my mind about the “situation” he wanted to arrange for me, as he liked to call it.
I’d told him I’d let him know on Tuesday.
“If you say you’re safe here, then I trust you,” Amy said, looking like she absolutely did not trust me.
“I’ve given you the number for the DFC, for Kincade Slopes, and my number,” I told her with a wry smile. “If you want to check up on me, go right ahead. You’d love both Caden and Hamish, the guys who own the DFC. I’m sure you’d love talking to them. Betas can be part of the DFC, too, you know.”
Amy laughed sharply. “I’ll keep my fantasies light and fluffy and in the bedroom I share with Erica, thank you very much.”
I stood straighter and patted the hood of her car. “Okay, suit yourself. I’m off to have fun now.”
“Be safe,” Amy said as I shut the door.
“Safe, sane, and consensual,” I called back to her through the car’s glass.
I stepped back and headed toward the slightly beat-up-looking trailer where I supposed this fantasy was supposed to start, waving to Amy as I did.
She waited until I’d walked up the stairs and into the trailer before turning on her engine.
I had a feeling she would wait a few minutes to see if I came running out of the trailer again, screaming and flailing.
That wasn’t going to happen. I knew it as soon as Denny’s fake-bored, bright-eyed face met me once I was in the trailer. “Are you here for the interview?” he asked, pretending like he’d rather be anywhere other than where he was.
“Um, yeah,” I said, immediately jumping into my part and rushing to sit across from him at the desk. “Thanks for getting me in so quickly. I really need this job.”
Denny was such a good actor. His expression betrayed nothing, but I could see the spark of fun in his eyes. “Fine. Fill this out and we’ll be with you in a second.”
He handed me a form on one of those clipboards with a poor-quality pen attached by one of those beaded chains. I dove into it eagerly, trying not to giggle at the wildly inappropriate questions the form asked.
I didn’t put as much thought into the form as I would have if it were a real job. I just wanted to get to the good part of the night. Fortunately, that was what Denny had in mind, too.
“Great,” he said in his bored voice, taking the clipboard back as he stood. “Come with me. You’ll be interviewed in here.”
“Awesome. Thanks.”
I followed him to the door on one side of the trailer’s office, and right on cue, as soon as Denny held the door for me and I stepped into the side office, Hamish Farrow leapt out at me and captured me in a bear hug from behind, slapping a hand over my mouth and growling, “Don’t move, omega, and you won’t get hurt. At least by me.”
It was like someone flicked a switch in me.
All the stress and worry and fear of my everyday life drained away and I went limp in Hamish’s arms. I might have even swooned a little with relief.
Finally, I could let go of my fight and my strength.
I didn’t have to be the one making sure everyone was taken care of.
I could just sub out and concentrate on pleasure and pain alone.
“That’s it,” Hamish praised me in a growly voice as he dragged me to the far side of the office and wrenched my backpack off my shoulder. “Take care of this,” he told Denny. “And his clothes.”
I pretended to be too stunned to resist as Hamish tore the clothes from my body…carefully. I think he knew I had barely any money and that I hadn’t been able to wear throw-away clothes that could be ripped to shreds, like I think some other omegas did.
I squirmed and panted and whimpered a little as he yanked off my damp underwear and tossed it on the pile he’d made on the floor for Denny to clean up.
Hamish pushed me up against the wall and pulled my arms behind my back, fastening my wrists together with zip ties.
He then yanked me away from the wall and over to a back door and outside into the cold night.
“You think you’re shaking now, little omega?” he grunted against my ear as he walked me down to a black van parked behind a few bushes. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
“Help?” I fake-panicked a little as Hamish pulled open the van’s back door and pushed me in.
A few other omegas were sitting there, naked and bound, with hoods over their heads, already.
Once I was in the van with them, Hamish grabbed a ball gag from the side and pushed it into my mouth, then covered my head with a hood as well.
Then he fastened me to a loop on the floor of the van, crushed up against another omega, before slamming the door.
It was cold, but all of us omegas were hot enough for some action that we generated a little bit of heat in the van. All the same, I was glad when we only had to wait for one more omega to be thrown in with us before Hamish jumped in the driver’s seat to take us up the hill to the lodge.
The DFC always did a good job of making their events seem really real.
Last year, I’d gone to a dungeon event where the omegas were supposed to be party favors to be passed around among the alphas in attendance.
They’d done an amazing job of making us feel like we were actually in some top-secret penthouse club for billionaires and that we had been kidnapped from our homes for that event.
I’d used Amy and Erica’s address as my home for the “pick up” for that party, but boy, had they made it feel like I was just a commodity.
As the van rattled up the hill, I closed my eyes under my hood and fell into deep breathing.
I loved being in subspace. I didn’t have to worry there, I just had to feel.
Money and my dad and Mr. Tindall and Rick Deluca and everything that got me down just floated away as I shivered against the omega next to me, feeling every bump on the road until the terrain flattened out and the van came to a stop.
A few seconds later, the back door opened and Hamish said, “I’ve got another shipment for you, boys. Make sure they’re nice and pretty for the bidders. We’ve got some big-spending hard players in there.”
A few of the other omegas whimpered or cried out, but under my sack, I smiled.
This was what I wanted. Someone cut the tie holding me to the loop in the van, then a pair of big hands grabbed me and lifted me out of the van.
My cold skin rubbed up against warm, solid muscle clad in what must have been a t-shirt as I was carried inside the lodge.
I could tell through the sack that the lights were dim in the room where we were kept until the auction started in the room next door.
I listened as deep voices sounded indistinctly through the wall, then as someone made a more formal announcement.
Once they started taking omegas into that room, the deep, alpha voices got louder and rang out as bids were shouted.
I could do this for real. If this was what selling yourself was all about, then I could do it.
I leaned back against the wall and imagined that the men in the other room were going to actually bid for me and that I would end up being the property of whichever alpha won me in the end.
I’d turned down the DFC’s offer for a dossier about the alpha they’d matched me with.
I didn’t want to know anything in advance.
I needed to know whether I could go through with this as more than just a game, and so far, so good.
Except for the minor fact that I knew the whole thing was staged. I knew Caden and Hamish, two men I trusted, had hand-selected an alpha for me. I knew I was going to be able to walk away at the end of the weekend, one way or another.
But if the whole thing was real?
“You!” Hamish’s booming voice jolted me out of my thoughts. He yanked the hood off my head then hooked a hand under one of my arms to lift me to my feet. “Let’s see how much the boss can get for your pretty ass.”
I did my part and whimpered and panicked a little, but as soon as I was dragged out into the heady spotlights of the auction room, the sub in me took over again.
The room filled with hungry, horny alphas sent my senses reeling.
Their hormones and scents were like smokey perfume in the air.
My hole loosened up at once, and slick seeped from me, painting my thighs.
My dick filled and stood straight up as well, which earned me a few salacious looks from the alphas in the front few rows. I wondered which one of them was mine.