That evening he came with Arya to her room. He sat down on the armchair.
“Strip.”
Simple short command but Arya felt nervous for a brief moment. No need to panic she will do it just like with Mr Kane she turned around flipped her hair to the side and started to loosen the laced corset of the dress, soon she could slip out of it, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Arya turned round and stepped out of her dress. She stood straight looking at her new owner.
“Come closer.”
Arya moved automatically; she could smell his pheromones with a hint of cinnamon and cedar.
“Raise your hair and show me your neck.”
Arya did as she was ordered, she knew many Alphas loved the sight of untouched Omega’s neck.
“Has anyone ever seen you naked?”
“Yes, two Alphas and a Beta doctor.”
“Who”
“Mr Xavier and Mr Kane.”
“Mr Kane?”
“Yes.”
He was displeased but Arya knew she shouldn’t lie to him. It was better to tell the truth and face the consequences than live in fear.
“How come Mr Kane has seen you naked? Or have you done anything else?”
The frown on his face was deeper, his pheromones made her tremble a bit.
“As you know Master Mr Kane owns a pharmacy. I paid him twice with my service for medicine.”
“How did you … pay him?” She could sense his anger.
“Mr Kane likes watching young Omegas taking a bath and than giving him oral sex.”
There was a deep silence.
“Did he come in your mouth?”
“No, he always came on my breasts.”
“Did he touch you?”
“No, only my head.”
“Did you do it with anyone else?”
“No Master.”
Arya was still standing with her arms raised and holding her hair. She could have lied, maybe that would be for the better but somehow she felt it was the right way. He had that vibe as if he would know anyway.
“What medicine was it?”
“An ointment for bruises for an older Omega who couldn’t afford it. She was my friend, my only real friend.”
“Was?”
“She died a month ago, one of her clients strangled her. She was a whore.”
Mr Reyes stood up and grabbed her chin. It was painful. She didn’t produce a sound.
“A fine company, you were presented as an elegant Omega of noble origin.”
“I am of noble origin, however my family got rid of me as soon as it became clear I’m an Omega. Ever since I was raised in the Institution. If you are displeased sir you can always claim a refund.”
That statement surprised him.
“A refund? What would happen to you if I sent you back?”
“Does it matter to you, Master?”
He let her go and Arya’s arms dropped. She looked small and fragile.
“I value honesty, not many people do, even less are brave enough to tell the truth.” He sat down on the armchair. “However, I will punish you for that.”
“I understand Master.” Arya knew she would not get away so easily with it.
“Show me how you pleased that old prick.”
Arya came closer and knelt between his legs, he was a little aroused, she could sense that much. So she released some more pheromones to make him even more excited and gave him the look full of desire. She wasn’t bold enough to lick her lips but she bit her lower lip as she unbuttoned his pants. His cook was stiff and rather big, she knew it would be a struggle to fit this monster into her throat. She started licking it and playing with the tip as she kept her eye contact with him, his eyes were like a steal she could sense his excitement, his cook got even bigger in her mouth.
“Fuck.” She heard him saying before his hands landed on her head and he forced his cook deep into her throat, she was almost choking as he kept trusting into her mouth.
“Take your punishment Omega.” he hissed while coming inside her mouth. She swallowed it, somehow she managed it and even licked it clean making sure he could feel her pheromones.
“Now I understand his disappointment when he lost the auction. Are you natural or do you enjoy sucking dicks?”
“That was my third time, Master but my first one with comming inside my mouth.” She said, still kneeling between his legs.
“Get up.” Arya obeyed and took a step back.
“You can rest, tomorrow I will explain everything to you. Don’t leave your room without my permission.”
“Yes, Master.”
Mr Reyes stood up and as he was walking past her, he suddenly bowed and kissed her first gently then he pushed his tongue inside her mouth making her gasp for air.
“First kiss?”
Arya nodded.
“Good, I’ll teach you everything. I will bend you to my will and liking. I don’t like liars and disobedient crybabies. Now rest.”
He left her room and Arya barely managed to get to her bed. She felt emotionally exhausted and she was scared. The guy was strict and demanding and he could do whatever he wanted. The blow job was painful and she almost choked. She really needed some rest. Arya crawled on the bed and under the sheds it was nice and soft and she fell asleep quickly.
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Arya was taking a deep breath in and out. It was a moment of quiet for the first time this morning. She woke up early as usual and then a bunch of maids entered her private room. Arya was washed, some creamy mask was put on her face, her body was rubbed with a fragrant and relaxing oil. Next was her hair, it was dried and turned into curls and then pinned up and decorated with white flowers. Later was break time for Arya to eat something. After putting on some makeup Arya was dressed. The dress was magnificent, with sparkling lace, underlining her breast and waist, making her look princess-like. The maids even helped her put on earrings and a necklace of course. It all looked very expensive and Arya felt like some heroine out of a romance novel. After all that hustle and bustle she was finally left alone to rest for a bit before the ceremony would start. Arya came to the window, it was late autumn. Winter will soon paint the whole garden in white and grayish tones. Not even a year a
“Hmm, so now you are telling me that it is up to you what will happen to the family business?” He placed the glass aside.“You have no shame, don’t you care about your brother and sister? Have you ever thought about what might happen to them?” He looked nervous. He must have hated the situation when a pitiful Omega is about to make a decision concerning his future.“You are mistaken sir, I have no family. I’m an orphan. If I had a loving father I surely wouldn't be abandoned in a hell like the Institution.” Arya clenched her fists, she was ready to pour it all out.“You see, a loving father wouldn’t allow other men to beat his daughter and humiliate her. A loving father would care if she is cold and has enough food to eat. A father wouldn’t turn his back at a child that had to beg for food on the street. A decent man wouldn’t allow other men to treat his daughter like a sex object that can be bought and later disposed of.” Arya knew she wasn’t able to keep her tears from rolling. Stil