“It won’t stay cold for long.” I keep my instructions steady, coaching her as she circles her nipples with the toy. “Now, move it down. Trace the line of your stomach. I want you to feel the weight of it. Get yourself ready.”
I watch her on the hidden feed as she spreads her legs, her knees falling to the sides as she exposes herself. I have a clear view of the soft, dark curls and the glistening skin beneath. I reach down and unbutton my jeans, freeing my erection from the restrictive denim so I can feel the air. I fist my shaft, my knuckles white as I pump. The friction is a necessary burn that keeps me focused on her.
“Turn it on. The lowest setting.” I watch her thumb move, and it buzzes to life. “Now, place it against yourself, lightly. Don’t press. Just feel the vibration humming through you.”
Zo lets out a needy gasp as the silicone hits her clit. Her head falls back into the pillows, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. She grinds against it, her hips moving in a slow, desperate circle.
“Not yet.” I keep my voice firm, a command that stops her movement. “Pull it back. Just a fraction of an inch. I want you to feel the air between you and the toy. I want you to want it.”
She groans, a frustrated sound that makes my jaw ache. She’s begging with her eyes, her hand shaking as she tries to hold the rose away from her skin. I watch her through the secret feed,seeing the way her thighs tremble. I’m moving my hand faster now, the pressure of my grip the only thing keeping me in the chair and not going to her.
“Wait for it. Keep breathing. Up the speed two more times.”
She does and nods to me as she licks her lips. “Okay.”
“Good, Omega, now press it down. Hard.”
She slams the toy home, and her whole body jolts. Her back arches off the bed, her mouth opening in a sudden, beautiful groan of pleasure.
“Pull it back, Zo. Right now.” The command tone rumbles from my chest. Even through a screen, it still works on her Omega instincts. Her hand jerks away, the silicone buzzing against the inside of her thigh instead of the center of her clit. She lets out a broken, frustrated sound, her hips bucking as she tries to find the peak again.
“Not yet.” I shake my head and watch her chest heave. “Now, just a graze.” She whimpers, the rose petal brushing her, her whole body vibrating with the effort to not press it to her clit. I keep her there, watching the pulse jump in her neck as she strains against the command. She lets out a broken sound, her hips bucking against the bed in a desperate search for friction. “Again. Just a graze. Softly.”
She whimpers as the silicone barely tickles her, her fingers clenching the fabric of the weighted blanket. “Pull it away.” I watch her through the feed, seeing the way her thighs tremble and the thin sheen of sweat on her skin. I make her repeat it, pushing her to the very edge of the cliff before pulling her back, over and over until she finally buries her face in the pillows and lets out a wrecked, desperate sob.
“Please, Alpha, let me come.”
A grin pulls at the corner of my lips. God, hearing her call me Alpha is music to my ears. “Good Omegas get rewarded, and you’ve been good. Go on, Zo. Take it all.”
She presses the rose against herself; she grinds the vibrating silicone into her swollen clit. I watch her on the feed as her hips jerk in a frantic rhythm, her mouth falling open in a silent plea. She’s rubbing the toy in tight, desperate circles. Then her whole body jolts, her back arching off the mattress as she collapses into the climax. She’s shaking, her eyes glazed and unfocused while she rides the wave. Even as she stills, the toy doesn’t move from between her thighs; the motor continues to buzz against her sensitive skin while her breathing remains erratic.
“I can see you aren’t finished.” I keep my voice soft but demanding. “There’s still more tension in there. Your body is still tight. Turn it up to the next setting. We’re going again.”
Zo’s thumb finds the control, the motor’s pitch rising until the sound fills the silence of the room. She doesn’t say a word, her movements slow as if she’s swimming through honey. She drags the silicone in a demanding line across her clit, her head tossing from side to side.
Fuck, my balls ache.
I lick my lips as my gaze flits between the two camera feeds. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Feel the way it’s pulling at you.” My voice rumbles low. On the second camera, I watch her heels dig into the bed, her back arching until I can see the strained lines of her ribs. Her skin’s coated in a fine sheen of sweat that glows under the dim lights.
I shift my focus between the screens, my hand moving in a frantic, demanding rhythm as I finally let my control fragment. I’m gripping myself tight, the friction of my palm a constant heat that mirrors the way her hips are bucking on the screen. I watch every twitch of her thighs, every broken gasp she lets out, using the sight of her unravelling to drive me toward the edge.
Zo doesn’t see how hard I’m fighting to stay in the chair; she’s too far gone in her own release. She comes harder this time, herbody going limp with just enough strength to turn off the toy that’s still tucked between her legs.
“Thank you.” Her voice is a tiny whisper. “Thank you... Tuesday.”
Leaning back, I force myself to let of my dick. “You’re welcome, Zo. I hope we have another session soon. Get some rest.”
Her eyes close, her breathing deepening into the slow, steady rhythm of actual sleep. She doesn’t disconnect the call and falls asleep in her new nest.
I wait for ten minutes, making sure she’s truly out. She’s safe and finally resting in the house we built for her. I reach out and tap the button to end the session. The screen goes black.
The charcoal mask feels hot against my face. I pull it off and drop it on the floor, running my hands through my hair. My skin crawls with leftover Alpha adrenaline.
I put my hand back on my length, pumping hard and fast now that the session is over. My mind filled with the image of her screaming in pleasure. I come hard, cum spurting in ropes against my bare chest as I lean back in the chair. My knot is still hard, but there’s nothing I can do about that right now.
Taking a deep breath, I stand and clean myself up. We’ve got her back, and I’m going to make she never leaves.
Thesmoke’severywhere.It’sthick and tastes like burnt plastic and old wood. My palms sting as I press them against the blistering floorboards, trying to keep my face in the half-inch of air that isn’t yet choked with soot. The hallway’s a tunnel of noise; the wood groans and snaps. I open my mouth to call for help, but the heat hits the back of my throat like a physical blow, turning my scream into a dry, agonizing cough.
