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Demand? I could never demand anything. They already gave me more than I deserved. “I don’t know how to ask.”

Angelo pushed himself up on his elbow and looked at me with strange sternness. “Why have you never seen Heath eat?”

I swallowed. At dinner last night, the omegas ate, but His Lordship only drank wine. I didn’t want to think about that.

“He’s the strongest alpha you’ve ever known,” Angelo said. “He’s so big and strong he can carry you in one hand. He’s so formidable that the president himself fears him. Heath doesn’t eat food, yet he needs to fuck ten times a day and never tires. He can satisfy the six of us, even exhaust us, come six times in a row and release more cum than a breeding bull. Then he can start all over again. And why do his irises change color?”

Closing my eyes, I tucked my head under Angelo’s chin and hugged his neck, the reddish-brown tint of His Lordship’s eyes getting brighter in my memories. “Will he tell me when I ask?”

“Yes, he will. But Heath can only reveal who he truly is inside the Red Room. When you’re ready to know the real him, ask him to bring you to the Red Room.”

“Master Angelo?”

“Yes, pet?”

“I’m afraid of pain.”

Angelo hugged me. “The pain is nothing compared to the greatest pleasure an omega can feel. And he can give you that.”

I thought about it. I believed Angelo about the pleasure being greater than the pain. Sometimes I felt pain inside when His Lordship fucked me really hard, but I liked the twinges and pressure, and I loved when His Lordship’s great cock stabbed me so deep, my womb felt bruised. Pain could be nice.

But those cries…

And what if I found out the answers to my questions? Would I still be happy then?

6

Pain could be pleasure, and pleasure could be pain.

For a month, I rarely thought of anything else. When His Lordship moved deep inside me, I sought the pain and how it transformed into warmth and the sweetest tingles. I liked it when he was rough with me, when he squeezed me tight and impaled me callously. One night, the masters held me pinned to the bed so I couldn’t move an inch, and His Lordship fucked me the hardest. I sobbed as pain blended with ecstasy in my core. I yelled my thanks, exhilarated.

The next day, I was barely sore. My hole felt loose and slippery, swollen on the inside, even squelching softly as I walked. I was thoroughly fucked out, and it made me happy.

Before His Lordship left for work, I found him in his study. I knocked on the open door and bowed my head.

“Can I speak to you, please, Sir?”

My alpha looked up from his desk, frowning. I realized I’d never asked to speak to him before. “Of course you can speak to me, love.”

He stood and walked up to me, lifting my face with his finger under my chin. “What is it, dear Sesto?”

His eyes were a darker shade of brown today. I pushed the last of my niggling fear aside and told him loud and clear, “Please, Sir, bring me to the Red Room with you.”

Studying my face, His Lordship smiled. “I will. Be ready tonight at bedtime.”

Then he kissed me, slowly and deeply, and I got wet for him as always. He petted my ass, encased in nothing but sheer lace, and nipped at my upper lip.

“I love you, Sesto,” he murmured.

I never got tired of hearing his declarations. “I’m yours, Sir. All of me.”

“I have to go now, but I’ll be back.”

I nodded, a lump in my throat. I was still afraid, but oh so happy.

“Are you scared, pet?” His Lordship asked as he led me toward the locked door at the end of the hallway.

“Yes. But I trust you.”