In the recording, I’m speaking to only her in my video. I tell her I’m there when she needs to calm her mind and work out the emotions her body can’t process. I talk about the release of tension and how I can guide her through the physical weight of her day until she’s eased into a real sleep. I promise her that I’ll work with her remotely to find that release.
Click on it, Sunflower. Just give me a chance.
The minutes stretch out, the silence of the private unit amplified by the sound of my breathing inside the mask. I’m the only Alpha showing as available on her screen now. It’s a manipulation, but it’s a necessary one. She needs someone who can calm her down.
The alert on my terminal pings. A live-session request from User7734.
I take a slow, centering breath and tap the accept button, my hand steady despite the fire in my blood.
Zora’s face fills the screen. She’s sitting on her bed, the laptop balanced on her legs. The blue light from the screen makes her brown skin look cool, highlighting the wide, terrified cast of her eyes. She’s searching the mask, her brow furrowed in that familiar, frustrated pinch. She’s trying to find a feature, a mole, a scar, anything she can use to map me.
I don’t speak, letting her realize that I’m not going to rush her or demand her name. I watch her as well on my second monitor, on the secret camera feed. Her thumb hovers over the disconnect button.
“You’re doing the right thing, 7734.” My voice’s a low, grounded vibration, the same as the video. I keep it steady. “I can see how much tension you’re carrying. You don’t have to carry it alone tonight.”
Zora swallows hard, the movement visible on the high-definition feed. “It’s just… been a really long day, even thoughit’s not even the evening yet. I’m feeling super on edge. I want to just go to sleep, but I can’t.”
She’s still trying to use the Radiant Life voice, but it’s thin and brittle. It’s the voice of a girl who’s spent fifteen years pretending she isn’t afraid of the dark.
“I’m going to help you let go of your unease and help you get some rest.” I lean forward just enough to occupy more of her screen, projecting a solid, protective presence. “We’re going to work through that tension together. I’ll stay right here with you until your mind is quiet and you’re asleep. But before we begin, how would you like me to address you?”
She hesitates, her eyes searching mine through the camera. “Just... call me Zo.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zo. You can call me Tuesday.” I keep my voice low, a steady vibration that’s designed to settle into her bones. On the laptop screen, she’s still clutching the weighted blanket to her chest, her eyes searching mine through the digital void.
“Have you ever used a service like this before?”
Zo shakes her head, a small, jerky movement. “No. I just got the card today.”
I nod. “Welcome to the RAA. You’re in a safe place. I’m here to help you work through the tensions of the day, so you can get some quality rest. We’re going to start by getting your body to relax. Set your laptop to the side, but make sure I can see your face. Then I want you to lie back and close your eyes for me.”
She hesitates for a second before her lids flutter shut. I watch her on the secret feed as she tries to find a comfortable position.
“Good. Now, I want you to focus on your breathing. Inhale through your nose for four counts.”
I do it with her.
“Hold it. Now let it out through your mouth, nice and slow. Imagine the tension in your jaw and your shoulders just melting away.” I exhale.
She does the same, and I see a bit of tension leave her neck.
I talk her through the relaxation for several minutes, guiding her from her neck down to her toes. I watch her on the hidden camera, seeing the way her muscles loosen.My blood heads south as I know what’s coming.
“You’re doing so well, Zo. Such a good Omega.” I grin as she shivers from the praise. I lean closer to the microphone, dropping my voice into a more intimate register. “Now that your mind is quiet, I want to talk about release. Physical tension needs a way out, or it just stays trapped in your system. When you want to find that release, do you prefer to use your fingers, or do you have a toy you’d like to use tonight?”
Her eyes pop open, her pupils blown wide with a mix of surprise and rising heat. She reaches out and picks up the red silicone rose, holding it up so the laptop camera captures the velvety red petals. I already knew it was there, but I let a low, appreciative sound rumble in my chest.
“That’s a beautiful choice. Set it down for just a second, though. We need to get you out of that dress. It’s too restrictive for what we’re going to do. I want you to be able to feel everything.”
On the secret feed sits up. She reaches back, her fingers fumbling with the thin silk straps of the champagne dress. She looks nervous, her gaze flickering to the laptop screen as if she’s checking to see if I’m still there.
“I’m right here.” I stay still, a masked shadow in the dark. “I’m not going anywhere. Take it off slowly. Let it slide down.”
The silk slips off her shoulders and pools around her waist. She shimmies out of it, kicking the fabric away until she’s sitting there in nothing but a thin lace thong that goes next. Her brownskin looks like polished mahogany in the dim orange light of her room. I’m rock hard now, the pressure in my jeans becoming an insistent throb.
“Pick up the rose.” I watch her fingers close around the silicone. “I want you to start by just feeling the texture. Don’t turn it on yet. Run it along your collarbone. Move it down to your breasts. Tell me how it feels.”
She lets it graze over her skin and the tips of her nipples. “It’s soft. A little cold.” She swallows hard, her voice coming out in a breathless whisper.
