My heart hammers in my chest. Last night it was so easy to interact with the guy and even masturbate, but now I feel like I’m on a stage.
“Hello, 7734. What do you want to be called by me?”
His voice has a gravel to it that makes my ears perk. I don’t want to be Zora. I don’t want to be the girl on the screen or the girl who survived the fire. I just want to be what my biology says I am.
“Omega.”
A sound that isn’t quite a laugh, more of a possessive growl, comes from deep in his chest. He leans in; the movement making his shoulders look even more massive. “Why are you here, Omega?”
I swallow hard, my fingers digging into the fabric of my blanket. “I’m restless. I can’t get my head quiet. I want to stop thinking. I want someone else to tell me what to do.”
He tilts his head to the side, and if it weren’t for him being somewhere else, I’d feel like prey. “If you want to forget, Omega, I’ll help you forget. Strip.”
The command hits me right in the clit, and the ache from the lobby returns with a vengeance. I don’t hesitate. I pull the tank top over my head and kick off my joggers, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I have the urge to cover my body, but resist. I asked for this.
Saturday steps closer to his camera, his frame filling the entire height of the screen.
“On your knees. Back to me.”
I turn around on the bed and settle onto my knees. My body burns. I look over my shoulder at the screen. Saturday watches, his hands resting on his hips.
“Spread those cheeks and lean forward. Let me see what you’re hiding.”
I’m jittery with nerves, but excitement rolls through me. I reach down and pull my ass cheeks apart while leaning forward.
Fuck, I’m already wet.
Glancing over my shoulder, I make sure that he can see me.
“Reach back with two fingers. Find your entrance and let me hear how wet you are for a knot.”
His voice is like a physical weight against my spine. I tremble under the command, my heart racing as I hover my hand just behind my entrance.
“Sink them deep, Omega. Show me how much you can take.”
I slide my fingers into my opening; the slickness making a wet, needy sound in the quiet room. It’s not enough. It will never be enough compared to the raw need humming in my blood. I don’t want to think about the morning, or the clinic, or the people I can’t recognize. I just want to be consumed by the demand in his voice. As Saturday lets out another possessive growl, the memories finally begin to fade.
Saturday leans closer to his camera, the movement of his broad shoulders dominating the grainy feed. “Keep going, Omega. Don’t you dare stop.”
I hold onto the headboard with one hand to brace myself while my fingers work. My breath comes out in ragged gasps. My internal focus narrows until the only things that exist are the friction and the dark gaze of the man in the mask.
“Shut your eyes. Sink into the dark with me.” Silence hangs for a moment, and my fingers slow for a moment. “I’m reaching for you, Omega. I’m grabbing your shoulders and flipping you over. I want you on your back. I want to see your face while I take what’s mine.”
I roll over, my heart hammering against my ribs and my thighs spread wide as I imagine him looming over me. The phantom weight of a body feels real, pinning me to the bed.
“Tell me what you see, Omega.”
A broken sound hitches in my throat. My hips buck, the velvet slick beneath me as I force my eyes to stay on his. “I see an Alpha who’s going to ruin me. I see you taking up every inch of my pussy.”
A growl comes through the speakers. “Then stretch for me, Omega. Open up and show me exactly how much of that pussy you can give. Give me a third finger. Sink all three into that heat, and rub your clit. I want to see you work to take every inch.”
I push a third finger inside, the stretch making my eyes roll back, and find my clit with my other hand. The combination is overwhelming. My body feels like it’s vibrating at a frequency I can’t control.
“Faster. Harder. Don’t stop until I tell you.”
His words wash over me as sweat breaks out on my brow and my hips. My hand moving in a frantic, demanding rhythm. The silence of the penthouse is gone, replaced by the sound of my ragged breathing and the low, constant rumble of Saturday’s approval.
“Now, Omega. Everything you have.”
