“Am I?” Omega moved closer to me, though he stopped just outside Beta’s reach. “Tell them, Jendra. Tell them what you feel through our bond.”
Against my will, words formed. “I can feel him. Always. Like… like a hook in my chest, pulling. When he’s far away, it hurts. When he’s close, it…” I trailed off, unable to finish.
“It feels good,” Omega completed for me. “It feels right. Because I am her master, and she is my property. The universe itself recognizes this truth through our quantum connection.”
“Enough.” Alpha’s voice carried absolute authority. “Here are our terms. You will remain in this facility under constant surveillance. You will not attempt to escape or to harm anyone. You will not manipulate Jendra’s nervous system without explicit permission from us. In exchange, we will allow supervised proximity to maintain the entanglement.”
“And the matter of using my property’s holes?” Omega asked with infuriating casualness. “I just told you, I need to put my cock in her regularly.”
“Not happening,” Beta said flatly.
Omega’s expression darkened. I felt a spike of anger through our connection, and my pussy clenched in response. The sensation was confusing—fear and arousal tangled together inextricably.
“Then we have a problem,” Omega said softly. “Because denying me access to what is mine will only make me more… creative in finding other ways to assert my dominance. You’ve seen what I can make her do to herself. Imagine what else I might try.”
The threat hung in the air. I saw Beta’s jaw clench, saw the way his hands curled into fists.
“There has to be another solution,” Dr. Nagalan said. “Some way to weaken the entanglement, or to shield Jendra from his influence?—”
“There isn’t,” Omega interrupted. “I am woven into her consciousness at the quantum level. The only way to remove me is to destroy her mind in the process. Or, as I mentioned, to kill her entirely.”
He smiled at me, and despite everything, I felt my body respond with shameful heat.
“So you see, gentlemen, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. The question is whether we can reach an accommodation that minimizes suffering—or whether I’ll need to demonstrate just how much pain I can inflict through our connection to convince you I’m serious.”
I knelt there, trembling, caught between terror and horrible, inexplicable longing. My punished bottom still throbbed. My pussy still ached with need. And somewhere deep inside, buried beneath layers of shame and fear, a voice whispered that maybe Omega was right.
Maybe I had created exactly what I wanted after all.
I watched Beta move closer to Alpha, lean in to tell his brother something quietly. The intent look on his face made my heart ache: this magnificent creature—the opposite of Omega in so many ways—had decided to devote all his effort and all his energy to helping me out of the horrendous pit I had dug for myself and the galaxy. Alpha nodded, said something in reply.
Beta turned back toward Omega.
“Does the phrasejerk offmean anything to you?” he asked.
My heart skipped a beat at the expression that appeared on my master’s ebony face. For the first time since he had appeared inthe basement of my school, he looked less than completely sure of himself.
“It wouldn’t, I suppose,” Beta continued. “Your knowledge of the universe comes from Jendra’s, doesn’t it? Jendra’s had so little contact with boys that she’s never heard the phrase. It’s an old slang term for male masturbation.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Omega as his face somehow seemed to grow even darker.
“That’s not acceptable,” he said. “My little cunt must submit to me.”
Dr. Nagalan seemed to have understood what Beta had in mind.
“Physical contact isn’t necessary for submission,” he said dryly. “I think there may be a helpful basis here for building trust.”
“We want to protect Jendra,” Alpha contributed. “We’re concerned that physical contact between you and her presents risks we haven’t yet assessed. Show us you can accommodate that parameter.”
I had lost the thread of the conversation, and I couldn’t take it anymore: they were talking aboutme—my body, my mind, my continued existence. I looked desperately at Beta, and found he had his own eyes fixed on me.
“What?” I demanded. “What are you… what are you talking about?”
“I, too, would like to know,” Omega said. I heard a frustration in his voice that surprised me almost as much as his incomprehension had, a few moments before.
Beta looked directly at me, his expression grave but also oddly gentle. “Jendra, what I’m proposing is a compromise. Omega claims he needs to achieve sexual release while dominating you. We’re not willing to allow physical contact yet. So I’m suggesting he pleasure himself manually while you submit to him from a distance.”
I felt my face burn even hotter than it already was. Omega would… would touch his own enormous cock while I watched? While I submitted somehow without him touching me?
