Chapter 1
CHAPTER
ONE
SEVEN YEARS LATER
ALISA
“Alisa,” Bret croons. My breathing remains steady even as my heartbeat flutters at my throat. This man is the fucking devil.
Over the years, my soul has cracked and twisted. I don’t believe in hope, but I am willing to use my body to find a pocket of safety when I can.
My last owner was murdered eight months ago by a rival, but for the last four years, things were as good as I could make them. Jonas was cruel, don’t get me wrong, however he wouldn’t share me with anyone unless he was pissed at me.
My job was to make sure he was as happy as possible. If he was, then my circumstances didn’t deteriorate, and that’s the best a girl like me could hope for.
His death was… inconvenient. Before Jonas, I had a string of owners so terrible, I searched for a death that refused to come. The universe won’t let me die unless it’s on Her terms, so here I am.
I was sold by the man who killed Jonas as a courtesy since he burned everything else he owned. Fire would probably be a really shitty way to die, and sometimes I’ll wake up from a nightmare where I didn’t escape death.
I’ve been one of Slick Dreams’ omegas for the past six months, and the learning curve has been high to say the least.
“Yes, Alpha?” I ask. My eyes are wide and my voice sultry and sweet. My years as a slave and a whore have erased my innocence until all I am is a hole for men’s cocks.
Bret is a manipulator, and recognizes the same trait inside of me. I don’t want to be anything like this man. I thought if I became his favorite that it would offer me some safety, but I was wrong. He doesn’t have a soft bone in his body.
He also already has a favorite, and I’ll never outshine her.
“I need some help,” he murmurs, his eyes on me as he unbuckles his belt. My body is programmed to respond to sex. I can’t stop the slick pushing out of my cunt as I stand before him in a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top.
Bret shops at thrift stores to clothe us while we aren’t working.
I only know this because he took me with him after fucking me over his desk.
He said if I was a good girl for him, then I’d get special treatment.
He took Star and I with him, after he let the giant guard fuck her until she screamed on the platform of the club for his loyal customers.
You know you’ve fallen far from grace when a trip to the thrift store feels fancy and forbidden.
I’ve been sex trafficked for so long, this was the first time I’d been in a store in years.
It was a late night trip, and I didn’t see a soul, but I was able to choose a few pieces I wouldn’t have to share with others.
One of those items was a blanket, something few actually get to have while we sleep on the ground.
It feels illegal, and I would be willing to kill someone over the small creature comfort others take for granted.
My mind is warped after so many years in captivity, and I don’t know how to be kind anymore.
Slick Dreams runs on odd hours, and everyone who works here goes on the main floor at different times. This way, Bret can make the maximum amount of money possible. There is one specific omega who only works during peak hours, and that’s because she’s Bret’s cash cow.
He protects her at all costs, and I hate how jealous I am of this. I will never be as pretty as Makayla, nor can I dance as well. All of my abilities lie in how well I fuck, and a part of me wonders if her cunt is lined with gold.
Since the position as the favorite is taken, my typical pattern when I end up somewhere new no longer works.
I would rather slip back into the shadows, but I need to give him something else to focus on.
Maybe I’ll throw his precious omega at him with the promise that she’s fucking up in some way so he’ll be occupied.
Blinking away the machinations in my mind, I realize I’ve been distracted for too long. Bret is stroking his cock and his lips are twisted in annoyance because I’m not giving it enough attention. Fuck.
My knees bend to ask for forgiveness and he growls as I open my mouth to give him access.
“Alisa, why is it that you always look like you’re scheming?” he asks.
My heart begins to race as I find things spiraling out of control and my jaw snaps closed.
“I just want to give you what you want,” I whisper, lowering my head so he won’t be able to see the lie in my eyes.
My blue-black hair curls around my body like a shield, long and thick as I hide underneath it.
“Then get…up,” he bites out. “I have a client who wants to enjoy a very well used pussy with dark hair. He wants to feel the cum mixed with slick when he fucks it, and he wants it to hurt.”
My eyesight swims as I force myself to stand, my knees refusing to the point where Bret decides to use my hair to pull me up.
“Ughh,” I hiss, my hands fisting at my sides. I know better than to hit or push him away. It won’t help anything, and I’ll only end up on my stomach pinned to his lap while he hits me with his belt.
I ended up in this position through no fault of my own when I first arrived here, and then I had to undergo the primping Bret insisted upon from the other girls. All of them thought it was hysterical that I was already in trouble, even though I never spoke a word to him.
Bret likes to break people, but I’m already broken. He’s harder on me because he’s pissed I won’t fight back. There’s no challenge for him. No, that was electrocuted and beaten out of me long ago, and all that’s left of me at the ripe old age of twenty-three is a tired omega who is over life.
One day, someone is going to fuck me too hard and break my neck. Then, all of this will be over.
“I need Saxon to get together some guards,” he says with a smirk. “I was going to do this in the privacy of my office, but I don’t think you deserve that.”
Something I despise is appearing weak.
“Please,” I rasp, my voice cracking. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention earlier. I’ll do better.”
Bret’s finger drags down my throat before he pinches my nipple so hard I almost black out from the effort to stay silent. Even here, appearances mean a lot. The other girls no longer bully or tease me because of the attention the boss gives me.
They don’t have to know that none of it is sweet or good attention, they simply wish they could have nice things too.
“You’re going to do something for me,” he hisses, releasing my nipple. Gasping in a breath through the pain, I nod quickly. I can’t fuck this up. I won’t allow myself to end up at the bottom of the hierarchy at Slick Dreams.
“Anything,” I promise. I have nothing to leverage. All I can do is agree.
“You’re going to become Makayla’s shadow, Alisa. Report everything back to me, no matter how small. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I wheeze. “I swear it.”
“Now get out,” he grunts.
I practically run to the door, shocked as he puts his cock away. That’s not usually his style.
“Alisa?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I wheeze, turning and catching myself on the door frame. I’m shaking so hard, I can barely stay upright.
“Tell Julissa I need to see her,” he murmurs.
Star and Julissa are fairly close. She’s a pretty redhead at the club who keeps her head down as much as possible. It feels as if he chose a name out of spite, simply to fill a cunt with cum and to fulfill a client request.
“She’s taking your place tonight while the guards take turns with her in front of everyone.
I’ll convince the client that redheads fuck better.
Her pain tolerance is also shit, so he’ll enjoy a front row seat as he watches,” he adds, hammering the nail into my long dead heart.
“I expect results, Alisa. If I don’t get them, I’ll sell your heat to twelve of the worst possible alphas with the request that they can do whatever they want as long as they can keep you alive. ”
Fear sours my scent as I nod. My natural orange blossom scent makes me gag quietly as it twists in his presence. I didn’t know I could make myself sick until I presented as an omega and my natural instincts were warped over the years.
“Yes, Alpha. Thank you for the chance.”
The words fall from my lips by rote before I leave. I hide beneath my hair as I flee, knowing I’m about to throw someone in the place I narrowly escaped. The truth of my actions lies on my skin, and I vow to scrub it away as soon as I deliver Alpha Bret’s command to Julissa.
An omega’s scent can tell you all about what she’s thinking if you’re paying attention, and I can’t have that.
It’s time to pivot and make a point not to get the boss’ attention anymore.
Skulking in the shadows is both a blessing and a curse. I delivered on Bret’s wishes beyond his wildest dreams, and I hurt myself along with it. Every blow of the cane hitting Makayla is now mirrored with a belt across my body wielded by Bret in his office.
The bastard lied to me.
He has security cameras all over the main area and side rooms where we entertain customers. While he punished me, he grinds his naked dick on my stomach as he watches the show we both had a hand in. I’m naked, bound, and completely at his mercy.
“Look. Ugh, fuck. Look at her,” he groans, pushing his fingers into my cunt to make me whimper. “You’re going to come to her pain, you twisted little slut. Fuck, the little bitch thinks she can keep quiet and refuse me her screams. I’m going to goddamn well get something from her tonight.”
His thumb shoves itself into my asshole, and I squeal as he fucks me with it. Slick covers his fingers as he chuckles, and then he’s removing them to pick up the belt again.
“I have forty-five minutes to do whatever I want with you,” he sneers, his hand rising and falling to punish my thighs with the belt. His hand fists my blue-black hair as he forces me to watch Saxon beat Makayla, and tears threaten my waterline with shame as my pussy clenches with need.
I’m so fucked up.
“Look at all of that slick you’re dripping down your thighs,” he groans.
“A pretty, broken, little omega, and no one is ever going to truly know how fucking hot that is. One day, you’re going to die in this place, and I’m going to be the reason for it.
It could be tomorrow, or the day you turn forty.
Maybe, I’ll just use you until you stop slicking. ”
“Please,” I whine, my body trembling as he spanks me with the belt again. It’s embarrassing how close I am to coming.
A part of me hates how much I want this. I deserve to be hurt for my many sins. This isn’t the first time I’ve snitched on someone or thrown someone under the bus. I’m not like Makayla. She’s lucky I haven’t told Bret about her little fuck buddy.
I’m all alone here, and she has Linus to protect her.
The only person responsible for my next breath is the one holding me tightly on his lap as he uses all of my twisted kinks against me.
Bret makes me come with the belt without otherwise touching me, and I’m sweating and shaking as he shifts my body so he can push his cock into my cunt.
Now sitting in his lap with my hands bound behind my back, I begin to ride him with the rise and fall of my hips that I know he likes. Together, we watch as Saxon finishes his beating and a couple joins Makayla on the platform to continue her punishment.
“Oh this is gonna get good,” Bret groans, yanking my head back as he licks up my neck.
I hate his hands on me. I really do. My heart and my libido don’t feel the same way, because my cunt is desperate for more.
Pushing back in his chair, he grunts as he lifts my legs up to turn me into his own personal pretzel and uses me as a fuck toy. I can’t think or feel anything other than the orgasm threatening to come barreling over me.
“That’s it. Shower my cock with your slick,” he hisses in my ear. “You’re a goddamned curse, Alisa. You destroy everything you touch, and you don’t deserve death. I’m more than happy to use your body and twist your soul.”
My eyes roll back as I come with a scream, and Bret chuckles as he continues to fuck me. He forces me to watch everything that happens to his prized omega on the platform, all while telling me why I won’t ever be as good as she is.
Bret fucks two more orgasms out of me until he fills me with his cum with a loud groan.
“Now it’s time to make me money, little whore,” he growls in my ear. “You’re going to be in the glory hole station next to Makayla. She’s not to know it’s you, and you’re going to be gagged and fucked by whatever tiny cocks gets shoved through the holes. Is that understood?”
“Yes…Alpha,” I gasp.
The glory hole stations are designed to hide away the omega sandwiched between the walls, enhancing the illusion of sticking your dick into a stranger.
“Grab a hooded robe and get your ass out there,” he says, lifting me off his cock. Cum drips out of me as he cuts me loose, and I take the robe he left on his desk.
The bastard planned all of this. I was never going to out smart him. Bret has been one step ahead of me this entire time, and I need to get it through my thick head that I’m his puppet. Whatever he wants, the boss gets.
Lifting the hood over my hair once I put it on, I hurry out of the office with bare feet. Bret will stuff his dick away and head out to work his magic over the crowd when he’s damn well ready to. What he does for the rest of the night is none of my concern.
I need to get through the rest of my penance for thinking I have any kind of control over my life. If Bret demands that I jump, I’ll ask how high.
That’s my life now.
“Good, you’re here,” a guard grunts when he sees me approach him. “Time to get strapped in. Alpha Bret says you’ll be here for a few hours.”
The guard is efficient as I pull off the robe and he straps me in.
My lower body is pressed tightly to the large hole that’ll allow someone to choose to fuck my ass or cunt.
I can feel Bret’s cum as it mixes with my slick to cling to my swollen pussy lips, and I swear the wait is the worst part while I wait for someone to come over.
The first thrust inside of me through the hole is into my asshole, and fire licks over my body as I grunt from pain.
I’m right fucking next to the omega I’m responsible for hurting, but as long as I’m not too loud, she’ll never know it’s me.
The lighting is low enough that the only reason I know Makayla is beside me is because Bret the bastard told me she was.
Pressing my face against the hole in front of me, I open my mouth wide to mute my cries. Disassociation refuses to save me as my mind works in overdrive, and I find that her occasional grunts of pain feel like knives to my body.
Today I’m finding out that not only do I have a conscience, but it hurts even more than the men fucking the glory holes.
My life lessons aren’t ever easy, and the fact that it comes with a side of remorse sucks.