Taking Control

by L. V. Lane

  We still celebrated Awakening day, and enough generations had passed to blur the depth of this atrocity. This lesson was a part of the Omega training that I had not been allowed to skip. Alpha aggression could not be tempered. They demanded deference, and they got it from all dynamics, and especially from those for whom the virus did not show. The only exception to this was Omegas.

  Omegas they indulged.

  The viral awakening had happened a long time ago, but fear of them had been instinctive. Alphas were the winners of the viral lottery, after all. Yet I didn’t fear the possessive way he held me and had handled me with his fingers wrapped around my throat.

  It was more…like I was standing on the cusp of something beyond my comprehension. I didn’t doubt that I would come to understand.

  Whether I liked that understanding remained to be seen.

  “I can smell you,” he said.

  My breath hitched.

  His chest wasn’t rumbling anymore, and the calming influence disappeared. His cock jerked against my hip. Coaxing my legs apart, his fingers dipped into the wetness. Playing there for a while, coating his fingers before he withdrew and brought them to his lips.

  I screwed my eyes shut but could still hear him licking noisily, followed by a satisfied growl of pleasure and more licking as if he were savoring every last drop.

  His fingers resumed their intimate assault, and I squirmed as the erotic sensation drove more of the wetness out.

  “Open up.” My eyes popped open to find him offering his fingers to me. I shook my head. He growled smearing it around my lips, and when they parted of their own accord, he pumped his fingers in.

  I sucked obediently.

  “Would you like to taste me?”

  His cock nudged against my hip in silent demand. “Do I have a choice?” I asked.

  “There is always a choice,” he replied.

  There was something not quite right about that statement since I didn’t think I had a choice, not now I had agreed to invest. But this was better than him fucking me like he’d said he should. Less intimate, certainly. “Then yes,” I said.

  “Good.” Logan’s voice was a deep rumble next to my ear. “Get on your knees, baby.”

  His words reeked of dominance, and I was high on it, lost to it, dizzy with it. He released his hold on me, and I sank gracelessly to the floor. I didn't like to touch people and avoided contact of every kind, but he had opened something within me and touching did not seem so terrible anymore.

  When he stood, I felt small and exposed with my dress still bunched around my hips. His dark hair fell forward as he stared down. I had only come a handful of times in my life, and always while alone. He had made me come twice, and he had hardly touched me.

  I became uncertain again…about everything…and about this. I knew the basics of this, but I didn’t claim any mastery.

  He tipped my face up. “You good?” Dark eyes studied with calculated interest.

  No! “Yes.” I lowered my lashes and pressed my knees together.

  “Your pussy getting needy again?”

  I refused to give him an answer. I had no idea how my body could be so divorced from my mind. My mind was in a state of confusion. My body was all in.

  A lengthy silence followed, and I began to worry that he might punish me.

  “I can’t do this.”

  “Can’t or won’t?”

  He sounded almost patient, but there was a subtext of demand.

  “Do you know what happens to Omegas who don’t invest?” He asked softly.

  I shook my head.

  “The same thing that happens to naughty Omegas who don’t answer their Controller’s questions. They get a spanking. When I said you had a choice, spanking is also a choice.”

  That wasn’t a choice. That was blatant coercion.

  The last punishment was still fresh in my mind. I didn’t want another punishment, but I liked being coerced less.

  “I’m going to give you another reward after you finish sucking my cock. And baby, it’s going to feel so good. But first, you need to undo my trousers and take my cock out like a good girl.”

  I drew a sharp breath. Statements like that should come with a warning. I had experienced his rewards. I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t want another one. And yet it was just another corrupt form of persuasion.

  Hands unsteady, I reached for the buckle. Underneath the material, the hard ridge of his cock strained. As I released the buckle, his trousers dropped revealing muscular thighs dusted with dark hair, while his shirt slid to partially hide that tempting bulge. I looked up.

  “The rest, baby.”

  My fingers skimmed the sides of his underwear. I eased it down until the tip sprang free, flushed red and so thick that I could not reconcile it was real.

  I paused, looking up at him for approval; so far out of my depth that I feared I might drown.

  “Keep going,” his voice was deep, and he watched with predatory intent.

  Lowering my eyes, I concentrated on freeing him. The material gave suddenly as it slipped over his muscular ass and I released his long, thick cock. Then I pulled the material further until the heavy sacks that hung below were exposed.

  With my face closer now, I could smell the salty scent, see the glisten of precum that leaked from the tip.

  “Wrap your fingers around it.”

  I closed my hand gently about it. It felt hot and smooth to the touch.

  Logan’s fingers closed over mine—tightly. Strength leaked through that connection as he guided my hand up and down, in rough, sure strokes.

  “That’s it, slow and firm.”

  Eyes flashing up, I caught his smirk before returning my attention to the beast before me. I couldn’t close my fingers around it. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to break it.”

  I blinked, more worried that it would break me, but I wanted to please him and to make him feel good like he’d just made me.

  “Why don’t you clean me up?” Taking control, he lowered the tip of his cock, so it was level with my mouth, my fingers still trapped under his. “Use your tongue, Eloise.”

  Leaning forward, I felt it jerk in my hand as more clear liquid pooled at the tip, almost dripping.

  My tongue lapped, tasting the salty, tangy essence. More spilled, and I eagerly lapped that up as my pussy continued to throb and flood. Nothing had ever tasted so good.

  He withdrew from my mouth slowly and his fingers released mine.

  Had I failed again?

  His thumb stroked over my cheek tenderly, and my whole body softened with relief. “That was just a taste.” He nudged his head toward me. “Put your hands behind your back.”

  My breasts pushed out like an offering as I did so, and my nipples became hard and sensitive behind the silk covering.

  Hooded eyes inspected me. His presence became a shadow over me, it was raw and masculine; he had fought for the right to be here, to protect me, to fuck me. His fingers stroked over my hair gently, drawing the disheveled strands from my face. “Your tits make my mouth water. I’m going to enjoy finding out what you like.”

  Then he fisted a handful of my dark hair and tightened until I felt that familiar sting.

  “Now, open up and let me feed you my cock.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Logan

  ELOISE WAS NOTHING like I was expecting. All Omegas were special, but her singularity was unique. Without it, our mission to find the diplomat would be next to impossible. All I had to do was keep her safe, and I couldn’t do that without control.

  The nuances of her singularity would make her sensitive to my feelings. It felt almost cruel for her to be subjected to a singularity that would smooth my path to her control when I could see she was trying valiantly to resist.

  I had no qualms about using this unfair advantage, I was a Controller after all.

  Her face was a picture of arousal and confusion. She’d spent a lot of the short time, since we arrived in this
room, confused. By the time we arrived at Qix25, she wouldn’t be confused anymore.

  It took a moment to look my fill. Long ebony hair, translucent skin that flushed at the slightest provocation, and those eyes. Those eyes were going to kill me.

  She thought I didn’t know what the color meant.

  I knew what the color meant.

  When she’d first looked up at me in the holding room and they had shifted from blue to violet, she nearly got fucked then and there. It was a miracle I’d managed to take it as slow as I had. I’d never seen anything as hot as her coming all over my fingers. Her shocked gasps like she couldn’t quite figure out how it had happened. Then all it needed was a little dirty talk and she had come all over again.

  She was going to be getting a whole lot more of that.

  Control was all about testing boundaries. At this stage she was going to fail a lot. If I punished every slip it would do more damage than good. Later, I would expect better or her bottom would be getting spanked.

  “Open for me, baby.” I rubbed the tip of my cock back and forth against her lips. She parted for me, and I pressed the thick head forward until it completely filled her mouth.

  I prided myself on my control, but feeling that wet, warmth enveloping me was a test of my resolve.

  “Breathe through your nose and keep your hands where they are.”

  I brushed her dark hair away from her face so I could better watch her plump lips being stretched around my cock.

  I began to thrust in and out. Slow, steady strokes, the way I had done earlier with my hand.

  Her eyes were a deep, stunning, violet and the intensity of that gaze set me delving a little deeper. She gagged and her hands lifted to push me away.

  “Hands down!” My fingers tightened on her scalp in warning.

  I withdrew enough to let her settle and breathe. “Put your hands down,” I coaxed softly. “I know you can do this for me if you try.”

  Her hands lowered, and she swallowed around my cock, saliva tricking down her chin.

  Groaning, I closed my eyes to try and block out the image. She was either an amazing fucking actress or hadn’t sucked a lot of cock before, at least not in the rough way I was fucking her mouth.

  I really liked that thought—that thought was going to fucking kill me.

  “Breathe through your nose. That’s right. Take what I give you.” Sliding out so that only the tip held her lips open, I gave her momentary relief before thrusting back deep enough to make her gag again.

  I fucked into her throat, over and over, watching her beautiful eyes stare up at me as she tried to open for me. I could almost feel her struggle, and the strain of holding open wide enough to accommodate me.

  Then her hot, little tongue began swirling and lapping enthusiastically over my cock.

  Poor baby was at her limit.

  “I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow it. All of it.” My voice was rough, and my breathing unsteady.

  She hummed around my cock in eager anticipation, and that was all it took to send me over the edge.

  “Ah—fuck.” I pushed deep and my cum flooded her mouth.

  She tried to swallow but so much pumped out that she gagged and coughed and tried to swallow again.

  Pumping slowly now, I made sure she got it all.

  As I pulled free of her lips, I looked down at her. “Good girl,” I said stroking her soft cheek. “Now it’s my turn.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Previous research indicated that Omegas were spiritually conflicted, and in extreme cases neurotic unless adequately controlled.

  After five years of observation, I found this to be only partially correct. The Omega dynamic heightened sensitivity and empathy, and this could lead to unconventional decision making.

  Conflict and neuroticism were, in fact, a direct consequence of control. Balance did return, but that could take weeks or even years.

  Based on this research, I recommended changes to control protocol. My recommendations were ignored.

  Doctor Lillian Brach

  Eloise

  IT WAS STILL a beast in repose, and I didn't like to admit it, even to myself, but I felt disappointed when it disappeared from sight as he put himself away.

  He held out a hand, and I stared warily at it. He chuckled. Chagrined, I put my hand in his and allowed him to help me to my feet. He swiped his thumb across my damp chin. “Please tell me you didn’t lie on the report?”

  “Lie?” I'd never lied in my life—well, white lies didn't count.

  Then I panicked and wondered if this was all a ruse to get information from me. If they had found out about my parent’s political bias. Did they know what I planned to do?

  My eyes lost focus, and I started to hyperventilate.

  His fingers closing over the front of my throat shocked me into docility. The franticness ceased, and I looked up into his dark eyes. I let my shield down and there was nothing, no deception, no cruelty, there had never been either. I was jumping at shadows. This was okay; I was okay.

  He stared at me for the longest time, then drew me into his body and held me while making that beautiful rumbling noise in his chest. The emotions I felt were overwhelming, and I blocked everything out. I had to be strong. I had to stay the course. If I didn’t, millions of people would die.

  Eventually, I settled, and he pulled back. Sensing his attention on me, I looked up.

  “So, you obviously lied on a report?”

  I shook my head. “No, I don’t think I did—not, consciously anyway. You just have a way of making me feel guilty.” This much was the truth.

  “Have you fucked before, Eloise?”

  The blunt words brought a flush to my cheeks, although I was impressed that I could summon such a reaction after what we had done.

  I said, “Yes,” but I didn't think I had ‘fucked’ before. I had made love with another Omega, someone I cared deeply for before he was deployed. Would he be with someone else now?

  Yes, I knew that he would be.

  “You sure about that?”

  He was teasing me, but I was emotionally battered, and I didn't have the energy for games. “It wasn’t like this.”

  “Hey.” Logan tapped my chin until he got my eyes.

  I didn’t see what I was expecting, there was no smugness in his expression. Instead, I saw something that I might have mistaken for tenderness if not for a burning, sensual need that leaked out. “Your eyes change color a lot.”

  I thought for a terrifying moment he would question me again, but instead he lowered his lips to mine.

  The kiss was hungry, and I opened to it. His tongue plundered, pumping in and out in an intimate imitation of sex as he drew me closer into the wall of his body. Strong arms banded around me, forming a cage, while my fingers roamed over the corded muscles of his chest, shoulders, and neck until I found the silky softness of his hair.

  My mental shield was destroyed like it had been ravaged and the gates could no longer be closed. His energy was white-hot and pulsed around me. It rushed into those open gates, demanding entry, demanding more.

  I felt exposed, vulnerable and needy.

  His big hands slid down my back to my bottom where they spread wide before squeezing hard.

  My stomach fluttered, and my pussy clenched as he gripped my ass and devoured my mouth.

  He eased back slowly dragging my lower lip gently between his teeth until it popped out.

  Something began buzzing on the other side of the room. Muttering a curse, he stalked over to the desk and picked up a communication tablet. “Huff. Timing much,” he muttered. “Someone wants to see you.” His heated gaze lingered on me, and he smirked. “You might want to get changed first.”

  I had never been so grateful for a reprieve. I cleaned up and got dressed in fresh clothes in record time. I was so distracted that I forgot to ask who the ‘someone’ was until we were about to exit the door.

  “Who am I seeing?”

  “A doct
or,” he said as the door popped open.

  “Doctor?” The mention of a doctor conjured up unpleasant images of an examination. “Am I going to be examined?”

  My face must have been a picture because he laughed as he closed his fingers over the back of my neck and urged me out. “Not that kind of doctor,” he said, then added in a serious tone, “Although, I can adapt my plans if you have a kinky examination fantasy you want to try.”

  “No!” My face flushed, but we were merging with the streams of rushing personnel before I remembered I didn’t like crowds. “What kind of doctor?”

  “Research,” he said. “I think she has medical training, but that’s not her main focus. She’s a specialist in the Copper virus.”

  “Oh,” I said inadequately. “Why does she want to talk to me?”

  “I don’t know,” he said. “But you will find out soon enough.”

  Our short walk ended when we were shown into a reception room. Here, a smiling assistant with frizzy pink hair, who introduced herself as Merry, led us into the doctor’s room.

  The room was far more relaxing than I had imagined. I had pictured a desk and medical paraphernalia, but what I found was a comfortable suite with couches and chairs around a low table where an information tablet rested.

  The doctor was standing beside the chair, smiling in welcome as she held her hand out to me. I took her hand. She looked nothing like a doctor. Petite, even compared to me, with pale blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, amber eyes, and a dusting of freckles over her nose. And far too young to be a doctor of anything.

  “I’m Lilly. A pleasure to meet you.” Most doctors I had met made a point of referring to themselves as such, and this informality put me at ease.

  “You can leave,” she said to Logan. “I’ll let you know when you can collect Eloise.” She barely glanced at Logan before her smile returned to me.