Chapter 1
The club pulsed with deep bass and dim neon light. In the exclusive VIP section, Seth Voss lounged like he owned the place. Dangerous and untouchable. A man no one dares anger.
Smoke curled up in between his fingers as he spoke in a low tone with one of his business partners. The bar manager, Jim approached with a nervous smile, gently guiding a slender boy beside him.
"Mr. Voss," lowering his head respectfully, his left hand resting on the pretty omega's lower back. "I have some one new you'll like."
Seth sharp gaze slowly dragged over the boy, soft blue hair, wide beautiful eyes, delicate features and a black collar around his slim neck with the name Milo. A faint sweet omega scent hit him.
Fuck he smell so good.
"How sure are you, Jim?" Seth asked, voice low and rough. "Not scared i might break him?"
Jim and Milo both tensed. Milo's cheek flushed pink, his finger twisting nervously in the hem of his hoodie
"Why don't you give him a try" Jim stammered. "He's very obedient."
Seth's lips curved into a dangerous smirk. "Clear the room"
Everyone quickly left, leaving only Milo standing there, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. His legs trembled slightly.
Seth leaned back in his seat. "Get on your knees and crawl to me," he commanded, voice dark and absolute.
Milo hesitated for a second, stomach twisting with fear and something shamefully warmer. Then slowly lowered himself to the floor. He crawled slowly on all fours until he was between Seth's spread thigh, cheeks burning with humiliation.
Seth gripped Milo's chin firmly, tilting his head up. "You don't look that bad. What's your name?"
"Milo sir," he whispered, voice barely audible.
Seth's thumb brushed over Milo's lower lip, sending a shiver down his spine. "Show me how good you are. Make me hard."
Milo nodded.
His hands shook as he reached for Seth zipper, but Seth immediately caught his wrist in a tight grip.
"What do you think you're doing?" he growled. "You have to earn it to be able to see my dick. Do you understand?"
Milo nodded, eyes glassy.
Seth yanked his hair hard, forcing his head back. "When your master asks you a question, you answer"
"Yes sir. I'm sorry." Milo voice came out shaky.
Few days earlier...
Milo sat across from his best friend Laura at a small cafe; shoulder slumped in defeat. His latest audition had gone nowhere. Another background role that paid nothing or worse another polite rejection.
He had been trying for months. Audition after audition. Small indie projects, crowd scenes, even low-budget short films no one would watch. But nothing stuck. He was good, he knew he was, but the industry was brutal especially for a nobody like him.
Laura watched him with sympathetic eyes. She was the one who occasionally got him small gigs and tryout.
"If you really want to be noticed in this industry," she said leaning in "you need to get a sponsor."
Milo blinked. "A sponsor? How the hell do i get one?"
Laura slid a sleek black flyer across the table. "This is crown club. It's where rich and powerful men go to unwind. You could get any rich sponsor with that pretty face." She smiled.
Milo stared at it, heart racing. The club's name looked expensive.
"Is there anything i have to do?" he asked softly, dread curling in his stomach.
Laura smirked, pulling out her lipstick and applying it with precision. "Just look sexy, that's all. Gotta go angel."
Milo sat there conflicted, heart pounding. But in the end, desperation won.
Later that night, he showed up at the club dressed to kill. An oversized hoodie that slipped off one shoulder, tiny black shorts and thigh high striped socks that made his legs look endless. He had always had a peculiar fashion sense that turned heads, especially alphas.
It was the one thing he knew how to use.
The moment he stepped inside, the bar manager, Mr. Jim noticed the new pretty face and immediately approached him.
"Are you lost kid? This is no place for high schoolers." Jim said, looking up and down at him.
"No, I'm not in high school sir," he quickly pulled out his ID. "I was told to come here... in search of a sponsor."
Jim scoffed. "Another uprising star. Leave, we have nothing for you."
Jim turned to walk away but Milo stepped in front of him, voice shaking and determined.
"Please I'll do anything. Just name it."
Jim paused. He strokes his chin, his eyes drifting towards one of the VIP rooms.
"Anything you say?"
Milo nodded.
"Come with me."
Jim led him to a small dressing room. "What's your name pretty boy?"
"Milo..."
Jim stepped closer and fastened a thin black collar around Milo's neck. On it was engraved Milo in silver letters. He adjusted it carefully.
"There's a particular client. He's very hard to please. Make him like you and i guarantee he'll definitely help you. But mind you, he's very vicious and scary. One wrong move and he could make you disappear, do you understand?"
"Yes sir," Milo stammered. "But...what am i supposed to do?"
Jim paused, then let out a loud laugh. "Are you serious kid? oh, you are serious."
Jim laughs again. "Are you new here honey?"
He cleared his throat. "You're going to have sex with him. Please him sexually. He's quite picky but you're very beautiful, i doubt he will ignore you. And never argue with him, don't talk back, keep your head down and you'll be fine."
Milo stomach twisted. "Have sex with a stranger. What was i thinking? I can do this"
Jim walked into the VIP room. The moment they entered, they both bow their heads slightly.
"Mr. Voss," Jim said politely, "I found someone you'll like."
"Looking at this man, he does look scary." Milo thought to himself.
Seth smirked, leaning back in his seat. "Make me hard without touching my dick. Let's see how good you are."
"This bastard." Milo thought, but he obeyed.
He started by kissing Seth's expensive shoes, slowly working his way up. His hand slowly ran along Seth's thighs as he climbed on top his lap, using his tongue, Milo licked a slow, wet trail along the back of Seth's neck.
He rolled his hips, grinding against the growing bulge in Seth's pant, while his finger gently traced the alpha's sharp jawline. He pressed soft, teasing kisses to Seth's ear and neck.
For a moment, Seth's breath hitched. But then his expression darkened. He suddenly grabbed Milo by the hair and shoved him off his lap.
"Did I do something wrong?" Milo stammered.
