“Yes.” He reached down and lifted my chin with one finger, forcing me to meet those terrible black eyes. “You can go now. Clean yourself up. Pretend this was just a nightmare. But tomorrow night, you’ll come back here.”
“I won’t?—”
“You will. Because tomorrow night, I’m going to take your virginity. I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and make you mine completely. And you’re going to beg me for it, just like you begged to suck my cock.”
My pussy clenched at his words, betraying me once again.
“Now go,” Omega said, releasing me. “I have plans to make. Be sure to play with your cunt in bed tonight, just like you always do, and think of how much it will hurt to have your master’s hardness inside you.”
I scrambled to gather the shreds of my clothing, trying to cover myself, trying absurdly to salvage some shred of dignity. But there was none to be found. I had summoned this being, had shaped him with my own twisted desires, and now I would have to live with the consequences.
As I fled up the stairs, cum still dripping from my face and breasts, I could hear his laughter echoing behind me.
I made it to the bathroom on my floor and locked myself in a shower stall, turning the water as hot as I could stand. I scrubbed my skin raw, trying to wash away the evidence of what had happened, but I couldn’t wash away the truth.
I was terrified of Omega. But I was also desperately, shamefully aroused by him.
As I dried myself and pulled on my nightshirt, my reflection in the mirror showed me someone I barely recognized. My eyes were wild, my face flushed, my lips swollen from being used. And between my legs, despite everything, I was still wet with need.
I climbed silently into my bed and pulled the blankets over my head, trying to block out the world. But I couldn’t block out the knowledge of what waited for me tomorrow night.
Omega had told me to return. Had told me he would deflower me, would take my virginity and make me his.
And the worst part, the absolutely worst part, was that I knew I would go.
Not because he had commanded it. Not because I had no choice. I could tell myself that, but his terrible words about not forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do rang much too true.
I would go because some dark, twisted part of me wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.
I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the aching need, and felt a sob build in my chest. What had I become? What had I done?
Ms. Opalin had warned me to fight these feelings. Instead, I had summoned them into physical form, given them power and substance and terrible, terrible hunger.
Tomorrow night, I would go to the basement. Tomorrow night, Omega would fuck me with that enormous cock, would take my maidenhead and claim me completely.
And I would beg him for it.
The knowledge terrified me. But it also made my pussy clench with anticipation, made my nipples harden beneath my nightshirt, made my breath come faster.
I slipped one hand between my legs, finding myself slick and swollen. I shouldn’t touch myself. I shouldn’t give in to this. But I was already lost, already damned to obey his final obscene command. I turned onto my tummy and rode my lewd hand, my hips rising and falling as I pleasured myself, trying desperately not to wake my roommates.
I came within seconds, the ghostly feeling of Omega’s seed on my skin still present in my imagination, along with the terrible memory of how he had fucked my face and the terrifying anticipation of being made to receive his hardness in my untried pussy. I took the fabric of my pillowcase between my teeth to quiet the moan that threatened to break from my chest and I rode my slippery fingers until the aftershocks subsided.
Then I curled up and, to my astonishment, fell fast asleep, my hand still between my thighs.
