Chapter 9 The room

She woke up early, she knew it was around five o’clock. As usual. She washed herself and braided her hair. She wore a simple white dress, this outfit made her look fresh and really young. She had a lot of time so she decided to read one of the books that were placed in her room. It was poetry, one of some latest editions, maybe it was popular and up to date. Arya read a few ones. They were nice but they didn’t leave any strong impression on her. For a brief moment she tried to memorize one of them. It came easily to her. It was a poem about spring awakening, a nice description. A knock on the door.

“Enter”

A young servant came in.

“Madam it’s breakfast time, Mr Reyes is waiting.”

Arya followed the servant to a smaller room with windows on the west side of the mansion. The room was well lit and bright. Mr Reyes supplied the only contrasting color as he was wearing black clothes again. He was reading a newspaper and drinking coffee, when she entered, he stopped for a moment and looked at her.

“Leave us Martha.”

The servant bobbed and left.

“Sit down.” Arya sat down on the other chair. On the table there were croissants, some jam and fruits as well as juice and tea.

“You can eat.”

Arya took the still warm croissant and added strawberry jam, it was so sweet a little bit spread on her fingers and Arya licked it clean then she noticed Mr Reyes look.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

Arya was dumbfounded for a moment.

“Do you want me to?” She asked back without thinking.

Mr Reyes put the newspaper aside.

“I think I need to show you something and explain to you what I expect from you. Finish your breakfast.”

Arya ate the croissant and drank some juice, she wasn’t hungry anymore. Her stomach was tight, she was stressed.

“Before we go, what do you think of me?” He looked serious and Arya for a brief moment froze. Can she be honest? Why not, she has already told him everything he wanted to know.

“You are not a noble man Master, I believe everything I see here you achieved on your own, looking at your hands you seem to be a fighter. After yesterday’s talk you wanted a noble Omega to confirm your status in the society.”

There was a long silence but Arya managed to maintain eye contact without squirming from fear.

“You are a really good observant. Follow me.” He didn’t deny a single word she said. They went upstairs again and stopped in front of a door on the left almost opposite to her room. Mr Reyes took out a key and opened the door letting Arya in.

For a brief moment the air was sucked out of her lungs. She was fucked, the whole blood was drenched from her face. She was wondering whether the plump ugly guy wouldn’t have been a better option. Maybe even that fucking pimp too.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” She heard from behind.

“So now you understand what kind of person I am?”

A sadist and control freak Arya thought but didn’t dare to say it out loud. The room was a scary place. There was a bed in the middle with a metal frame and a mirror behind it. On the wall she could see some handcuffs in different sizes as well as a few whips. There was a shelf displaying plugs, some of them had tails attached to it, there were also some collars, some of them had gems and looked pretty. Accept of the bed there was one armchair and one simple wooden chair, in the right corner there was a wooden construction reminding Arya of pillory. Hundreds of thoughts crossed her mind and every one was more shocking than the other. In every corner there was a tall silver candle holder. There also was one window. The walls were covered with fabric as well as the doors. Arya touched it, it was soft.

“The room was made soundproof.” She heard from behind.

“Your thoughts Omega?”

Arya turned around and looked at him, there was that dominant look on his face. He was a Master of this mansion and this room was his playground, now a new live toy has been added.

“I’m scared. I don’t enjoy pain and I don’t want to die just like Cora who was strangled by her customer.” She couldn’t be more honest, he asked for it.”

For a moment he was silent then he came closer.

“You are afraid because you know nothing about this kind of relationship, it is actually based on trust. I will not hurt you, I will always keep our plays on the verge of pain and pleasure I make sure of it. Omegas are naturally submissive. I will make you enjoy it.”

Submissive my ass, was Arya’s thought, Alphas always wanted to see it that way. It was a good excuse to force their will upon Omegas.

“Now don’t be shy, look around and touch what you want. Everything here is new, I bought it for my Omega.”

Aria moved around and looked at the whips, leather floggers and even a riding crop.

“This one is my favorite.” Her Master pointed at the riding crop.

“What do you think of these collars? Which one do you find pretty?”

Arya looked at them one by one, they were made of leather, two were simple ones, one black and the other red. The next one was more delicate with a single gem and a silver chain attached to it. It was light.

“Do you like this one?” She could feel his breath on her neck and his pheromones too. Her Master was excited.

“Yes it looks pretty.” She admitted.

“Do you want to try it on?”