The door was opened and her Master, still wearing black clothes, entered. He told her to follow him, they went straight to the room she was so anxious about. It was her second time being here. Previously he made her play a kitten which was embarrassing but let’s say harmless. This time she had a feeling it will be different.
“Strip and sit on the bed Omega.” Arya followed her Master’s command. Master strolled to the wall and picked a pair of black handcuffs connected with a silver chain to a collar.
“Today we will play using some restrictions, you can touch it.” Arya touched the strange construction, the inner part of the handcuffs was soft as well as in the collar. “As you will soon see it will be comfortable to use. Lift your h
The breakfast mood was a bit off. Arya wasn’t sure why so she was sitting quietly eating a toast with some strawberry jam. It tasted really good and Arya smiled to herself thinking back to a time when she only could dream about eating stuff like that.“You seem quite happy.” She heard Mr Reyes interrupting the silence.“Yes, I enjoy the meal as the food is delicious.” She smiled.Mr Reyes looked at her plate with the single toast.“What have you been eating at the Institution?”“Well Master a slice of bread and tea for breakfast and some soup for dinner.” Aria took another bite.“That’s it?”“Yeah.” Arya shrugs her arms. Silence again. One could only hear the crunching of toast.“I’ll be busy today, I will allow you to go to the city. Jason will come along with you. You may do some shopping and eat at a restaurant. You will be back home for dinner.” He wiped his mouth and laid a napkin aside.Arya was taken aback for a brief moment.“Thank you Master.” She managed to spill out. He was
Her heart was beating like crazy and the sweet ice turned bitter in her mouth. Her expression must have changed a lot because Jason asked her:“Something’s wrong madam?”It took Arya a moment to answer his question.“Yes sir, I’m fine. Do you mind if I go to that shop across the street? You can see the entrance from here and you can finish your coffee.” She pointed to the shop’s blue door.“Thank you madam, I will join you in a moment.” He bowed when she stood up to head for the shop. She calmed down, took a few deep breaths and crossed the street. Passing by a shop's window she took a gla
“The Golden Cat” was written on the signboard. That guy really liked cats was Arya’s thought. The shop was huge. In the middle there even were placed small tables with comfortable chairs. Starting from the left there were stands with toiletries, accessories like hats and gloves for both men and women, then there was a tobacco stand next to a vine and other alcohols. On the right there were toys and stuff for children as well as elegant cutlery and items for home and decoration and stationery. This shop was really innovative as everything was in one place displayed on a huge space unlike the other small shops. It was impressive. Even the shop assistants were eye-catching wearing elegant black and white clothes. They were all betas though Arya could sense that much. She decided to take a stroll around all the stalls. She was looking at the items presented, sometimes she was touching
She was going home with mixed feelings. She has bought three items with Mr Reyes money, one to piss off the butler, second to impress her step mother and third that she really wanted. She was pathetic for her reckless actions. Knowing Mr Reyes he won’t let it slide. She will have to pay for the fucking earrings. Arya sighted.“I’m sure Mr Reyes will allow you to go to the city again.” She heard Jason telling her words of comfort.“That’s a relief.” She responded looking back at the window of the carriage. They reached the mansion sooner than Arya expected. That butler will for sure run straight to his master and give a full report about the whole trip. Arya went straight to her room, she decided to take a bath to relax and get re
She was wearing them, the emerald earrings along with a green shimmering dress. She looked stunning, with her hair pinned up revealing her slender neck and a little make up to underline her eyes. She was a looker. Her Master didn’t say a word but the intensity of his gaze made her feel uncomfortable for a moment. They were heading for the dinner party at the Netherfel’s mansion. The carriage was swaying along with the horses pace and Arya felt how her stomach was getting more and more tense. She was taken to dinner parties before, well she was a child then and spent her time with other children but the idea itself wasn’t unfamiliar. In her room she was provided with different books so she went through the basics when it comes to etiquette but still she was anxious. A book is one thing, the reality is another. The carriage stopped and Arya took one deep breath to calm herself, Mr Reyes noticed it.
Mrs Doncastle was an Alpha and just as her younger brother, the host of this party, she was quite tall and lanky. Her hair was made in a tight bun and her thin lips pressed together as a sign of displeasure. She was wearing a light gray dress, elegant but without any unnecessary ornaments. Pure and simple. There wasn’t much of a feminine touch in her appearance, compared to Omegas like Arya she was simply .. less attractive. Her husband was an Alpha too, he was taller with dark hair and looked plain but wasn’t hurtful for the eyes. Wearing elegant clothes, he made a positive appearance. From what Arya had learned from Mrs Netherfell who suddenly had an urge to gossip and well let’s name it as it is, badmouth her husband’s family, he was into politics. He represented his county and had some resources in the form of land that was leased providing him with regular income. They weren’t amazingly rich but they managed. The real shock was the fact that Mr Doncastle had a mistress, an Omega
The party came to an end and all the guests were ready to go, Mr and Mrs Minchan went first, the old hag and her son followed, thus Mr Netherfel exchanged a few words with Mr Reyes with a wide smile. Then it was their turn and they said goodbye to the hosts and Mr and Mrs Downcastle, Arya was kinky enough to let a tiny bit of her pheromones while bidding farewell to Mrs Downcastle seeing her face flushed again. With a lifted mood she followed Mr Reyes back to the carriage. As they sat down and the coachman closed the door Mr Reyes released such amounts of his pheromones that Arya could barely breathe. She wasn’t aroused, those were the pheromones to suppress any disobedient Omega or even another Alpha. It was painful.“How does it feel, Omega?” His voice was cold and emotionless. Arya had to force herself to answer.
“I’m wearing a dress, Master.” She knew she was pushing it but she didn’t care. She was done with hopes and expectations and she wasn’t willing to beg. Not now and not ever again. She had her pride too.“I can see that much.” Arya could see some veins popping on his forehead. “Why this dress?”“It’s the only thing I own here, Master.” Arya stood erect looking him straight in the eyes. There was a moment of silence.“Looks like you are ready to go. Where’s your bag?” There was a strange expression on his face.&ldquo
“A question?” Silas crossed his arms. His stern look reminded Arya about their first meeting. Yet she was no longer a slave, now she was his wife and she was with a child. What is more she wasn’t the one who did something wrong, she wasn’t hiding anything. She suddenly felt she had an upper hand in the following discussion. “Yes my dear husband.” Arya sat down on Silas’ chair. ”Have you ordered your men to demolish my workshop?” There was a short flash in his eyes. He was shocked but not surprised. Arya suddenly deep inside already knew the answer. “Who told you such nonsense? Was that the Omega you met today?” He stepped inside the study and closed the door behind him. “Have you ordered it? Yes or no?” Arya asked again. “Will you believe me when I answer you? You seem to already know the answer.” He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. True Master of this place. “I need the truth Silas. Be it un ugly truth but still the truth.” Arya decided not
For a brief moment Arya didn’t know how to react to such a question. “Why are you asking me such a question?” She finally decided to ask back.Mehan was fidgeting with her fingers looking down on the table before she looked Arya in the eyes.“I ‘m not sure whether I should tell you this or not. I owe your husband my freedom, but I think I owe you even more. I owe you my life so I think you should know that.”The serious expression of Megan made Arya feel uneasy. Her stomach suddenly tightened, the first indication of stress.“What do you mean Megan?” “ The man that brought you the documents before we left, he works for your husband right?” “Yes.” Ary felt some cold tentacles crawling up her spine. “When I was working at the brothel I met him. He was into Carla, a Beta with curly brown hair. Once he brought three other men with him, they were celebrating something. All four of them were drinking and having fun talking about their business. From what they were talking I assumed they
Winter was slowly coming to an end. Every day the sun was shining a little bit brighter and longer. Every morning Arya was watching her reflection in the mirror carefully. Her body was changing. The belly was slowly growing and each time Ary was touching it she felt that the child was a real thing. Inside her a new life was growing.“You look amazing.” Her husband sometimes was hugging her from behind while his hands were resting against her belly. Then he would usually place a kiss on her nape and advise her to rest, relax and eat. Yet Arya’s conviction was firm, she wanted to stay active. Her underwear brand was doing well. Two weeks ago some new designs were presented and immediately picked up interest. Right now she was selling not only in her husband’s shop but also in two other places. The income was good enough to maintain all the costs and earn her a nice sum every month. Of course it wasn’t near as much as Silas would earn, still Arya felt satisfied that she was also contrib
Dancing and talking to all the guests finally wore Arya out. She needed a break and really looked forward to all of them leaving the mansion. The wedding however lasted till late at night. Arya managed to get back to her room and without taking off her dress threw herself on her bed. Her legs were hurting and all the tense feeling from the whole day finally left her. She was on the verge of falling asleep when the door opened. “Is my lovely wife trying to fall asleep in her own room on our wedding night?” Silas voice sobered her up. “No, I was just a bit tired.” Arya sat down on the bed.“Come with me, I want to show you something.” Silas took her hand and they walked out of her room. Arya followed him in the direction of the playroom. Fuck no. She wasn’t in a mood for something like that. Silas stopped in front of his bedroom. In one swift movement he took her in his arms and opened the door. “I always wanted to do that, carrying my wife inside our bedroom.” Arya’s heart started
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
Fredric Bailey was a good looking man in his late forties. His hair had the light ouch of grayish color yet the way he was walking and his erect posture made him look younger. He was wearing a dark gray suit and a walking cane, that was an accessory rather than something he needed for walking.He had this noble atmosphere around him, even now sitting opposite Mr Reyes, he didn’t look like a man who came here to beg for favors. Baron Fredric Bailey had a serious expression and his way of speaking was very composed.“Mr Reyes, I’m glad you have found time for a meeting. I have a few issues I need to discuss with you.”“The pleasure is all mine.” Mr Reyes leaned comfortably and crossed his arms waiting for the other party to continue.“As you surely are aware Mr Reyes your recent actions have interfered with so far established ways of doing business. I believe as gentlemens we can find a proper solution that would be beneficial for both of us.” Then there was a pause. Baron was waiting f
The event turned out well. The man enjoyed the view of prosperity and a successful project, while the women had their share in gossiping and checking each other’s outfits. Arya was done with it, she only wanted to go back home. She had her urgent question she wanted to ask but for that she needed privacy and the right timing. Silas knows how to keep things a secret so it won’t be easy to make him speak if he doesn’t want to. On their way home Arya did what probably all other women were doing that very moment. She praised her fiance.“I must say that the marine is a really impressive project, I’m glad that it successfully ended. “ Arya grabbed Silas’ hand and smiled.“Me too, there is still much to do but it already starts to bring its profit.” Silas was beaming with joy. That celebration did him well.“I was so worried that the matter with the count would harm your business.” Arya decided to start it slow.“Well the count has his shares here too, so he gains as much profit as we do.
The door was opened and a tall elegant looking man faced Aya.“Good afternoon sir.” She greeted him.The man bowed a bit.“Good afternoon Miss Arya.” He was leaving and Arya went inside. As soon as the door closed Arya asked.“Who was that, Silas?” After engagement he decided that she should call him by his name, the Master thing was saved for the playroom. That was definitely a huge step forward.“Just a man who works for me to collect some information.” Silas smiled and placed a peck on her forehead. “Do you happen to know anything about that burglary in my workshop?” Arya sat down opposite the desk.“Unfortunately no, there were no traces and no witnesses. I’m sorry.” Silas sat down behind his desk.“Hmm, I have a request. Today I met an old acquaintance from Institution, her name is Megan. She was sold to a brothel, she’s around my age and I feel sorry for her.” Arya lowered her gaze, she knew she was asking about much but Megan was worth it despite her recent reaction.“You want