I accept the call. Zora’s face fills the screen, her golden-blonde afro hair fanned out against her pillows. Her warm, light-brown skin glows under the dim light of her nesting room. She looks restless, her deep brown eyes scanning my masked face.
“Hello, 7734. We haven’t met before.” I lean back in the chair, my voice a low, easy rumble shaped by the filter and muffled by the medical mask. “What would you like me to call you?”
Zora bites her lip, her gaze fixed on the screen. “Zo. And what should I call you?”
“Friday.” I offer a slow, reassuring nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zo.”
“It’s good to meet you, too.” She shifts on her bed. “What features do you have on here? I saw a few icons I didn’t recognize.”
I pull up the interaction menu on the side of the screen. “We have a few tools to make things more interactive. One of my favorites involves the Viewing Party. We sync our screens and watch content together. It takes the pressure off. We can just be chill, talk, and masturbate while we watch. No stress. We don’t even need to do anything sexual. Whatever you want. You’re in control now.”
Zora’s pupils dilate. “That sounds... nice. We could watch some porn videos, I’m not opposed to that. Can you pick the videos?”
I grin. “I have a few favorites.” I navigate my curated library and select high-heat clips that focus on the Omega’s needs. I hit the sync button. “Here. Tell me if this works for you.”
The video begins. An Omega female writhes in the center of a massive silk nest. Her skin glimmers with the sweat of a peak heat. She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets. “Please,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Help me. It burns. I need you.”
Two large Alphas enter the frame. They wear only the boots and pants of a fireman’s uniform. They move with a deliberate, steady calm. “Patience, Omega,” one rumbles, his voice vibrating through the speakers. “We have all night to put out this fire.” They kneel at her sides, their large hands gently parting her thighs.
The shot cuts to a new angle. The camera focuses on their tongues as they go down on her, their movements slow and thorough. They lick the slickness from her entrance, their focus entirely on her pleasure. The Omega’s back arches, her toes curling as she finds her first release under their dual assault.
The Alphas pull back for a heartbeat, leaving the Omega gasping on the damp silk. I glance at the cam feed. Zo’s eyes remain glued to the screen, her pupils nearly swallowing the brown of her irises.
“The pace working for you so far, Zo?” The filter deepens my voice.
“Yes,” she whispers, her chest heaving as she stares at the display. “It... I like it. Please don’t stop the video.”
One Alpha shifts his weight on the screen, the muscles in his thighs bunching as he positions himself. He drives forward with a slow, agonizing precision as they show him entering her. The Omega’s mouth falls open in a silent scream as her bodystretches to accommodate his thick cock. He drives home, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the speakers while she takes every inch.
I turn on the secondary monitor. I bring up the 4K security feed for unit 1301. The clarity stuns me. I watch Zora through this secret lens while the cam portal handles the call. She kicks the weighted blanket away, exposing the smooth, light-brown expanse of her legs. She wears only the cream-colored knit dress from earlier; the hem hiked up to her hips. Her lace thong leaves little to the imagination.
“Look at how they handle her.” I keep my instructions minimal. “They take care of her first. They make sure she feels every lick before they give her their knots.”
Zora gasps, her head falling back against the pillows. On my private feed, I see her hand dive into her thong. She spreads her legs wide. “Yes. It feels... different watching it with someone.”
I stand to push my pants down my thighs and free my erection. I fist my length, my knuckles turning white as I pump in rhythm with the Alpha on the screen. The friction provides a necessary release for the tension I felt in her room earlier today. I watch her face on the cam feed and her body on the hub feed. Her eyes roll back. before they notice me.
“I want to see your cock.” Her voice comes out in a breathless whisper. “I want to see you come, Friday.”
The request sends a surge of adrenaline through my system. I shift the chair back so she can see more of me. I pump harder, my movements becoming aggressive and demanding. I watch her through the small preview window as she follows my lead. On the hub monitor, I see her fingers working against her clit, her hips bucking against the bed.
“Fuck you’re sexy, Zo.” I grunt, my pace quickening to match the peak of the video. The Omega on the screen screams as the Alpha’s knot locks into her, stretching her opening. I mirrorthe movement, my pumping becoming short and desperate. “Imagine my knot inside you. Come with me.”
Her gaze locks onto the pre-cum dripping down my shaft, and her back arches. She comes hard, her body jolting as she cries out. She rides the wave of the release. I follow a second later, my balls jerking as I squeeze my knot as hard as I can. I groan, the sound trapped behind the mask as I coat my hand. We sit in the shared silence.
“Thank you.” She looks at the screen, her gaze soft and hazy. “That was exactly what I needed.” She’s about to fall asleep.
“Anytime, Zo. Get some sleep.”
I wait for her to disconnect before I pull off the mask and lean my head back against the chair. My skin feels electric. I can’t believe that just happened. I’ve been fantasizing about her and this moment for so long. If only I could’ve been in the bed with her.
One day she will be ours for real. But before we tell her who we are, we have to make sure she’s safe.
Thesoftchimeofthe elevator’s arrival usually signals the start of my evening routine; a quiet transition from theRadiant Lifepersona back into the woman who just wants to hide from the world. Tonight, the metal doors slide apart, but the foyer doesn’t offer its typical invitation. Instead, my gaze locks onto a small, rectangular object dangling from the exterior frame of the elevator, right at eye level.
A single strand of fishing line holds it there.
My breath hitches. I step out of the lift before I think about the implications, my heels clicking on the polished marble. As I reach for the paper.
