I dreamed of black hands on my body, of pleasure and pain intertwined, of a voice commanding me to submit. But underneath those dark images ran another current—blue skin, gentle touches, a deep voice that promised safety instead of domination, or alongside it.
When I felt the hand on my shoulder, I jolted awake with a gasp.
“Shh,” Beta whispered, his face close to mine in the dim light. “It’s just me. Come with me, please.”
My heart raced as I glanced toward Omega’s area, in the center of the lab. His dark form lay motionless on the gurney, his breathing deep and even. Asleep.
I looked back at Beta and nodded. He helped me stand, steadying me when my legs threatened to buckle. My body ached in ways I hadn’t known possible—not just physically, but deeper, as if the quantum entanglement itself had left bruises on my soul.
Beta guided me across the room with careful steps, his hand warm on my elbow. We moved past equipment I couldn’t name, past monitors displaying data I couldn’t interpret, until we reached another corner of the laboratory partitioned off by portable screens.
Dr. Nagalan sat at a workstation, his eyes fixed on a holographic display showing complex equations that seemed to shift and flow like living things. He looked up as we approached, his expression grave but not unkind.
“Sit, please,” Beta said, pulling over a stool for me.
I perched on the edge of it, suddenly feeling my nakedness acutely as my sore bottom made contact with the smooth,cool surface. I almost asked for some clothing, but then I remembered that even if the Magisterians allowed me to cover myself, it would surely displease Omega. I chewed the inside of my cheeks as I thought about it, my eyes going to Beta’s serious, handsome face without my consciously willing them to travel there. I wondered if he would let me wear clothes, sometimes, if I belonged to him.
He turned his own gaze to me, and I felt my cheeks go red. Beta frowned very slightly, and it took everything in me to keep from blurting out the question in my head, so strangely desperate did I feel to know the answer.
“Alpha is asleep,” Beta said quietly, though, sparing me the continuing struggle. He settled onto another stool across from me. “Sometimes we find it an inconvenience, but right now I’ve never been so grateful that the human body needs sleep, because it applies to Omega too.”
“I’m theorizing that Omega needs sleep in particular after using you, Jendra,” Dr. Nagalan added, not looking up from his display. “The quantum entanglement requires significant energy to maintain, especially, I’m guessing, during moments of… let’s call itintimate connectionalthough it may take us decades to figure out exactly what it is. His body clearly needs to recover, though, just as yours does.”
I felt more heat rise to my cheeks at the dispassionate description of what had happened.
Beta leaned forward, his blue eyes intent on my face. “I don’t think we have long just now, but I wanted you to know that we’re working on several different possible ways to separate you from Omega. Dr. Nagalan has identified some promising avenues of research.”
My face must have changed, because Beta paused. I felt it happening—the trouble creeping across my features, the conflict rising in my chest. Because part of me felt relief at his words. But another part…
“I know,” Beta said softly. “I know that there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to be separated from Omega.”
Tears pricked my eyes. I tried to speak, but no words came.
“That’s alright,” Beta continued, and the gentleness in his voice nearly undid me. “Jendra, you need to understand that that’s alright. The entanglement has created feelings that aren’t entirely your own. But they’re also not entirely false. Your mind is trying to make sense of an impossible situation, and part of that cognitive process has to involve forming and negotiating your natural attachment to the being you’re bonded with. It’s a survival mechanism as much as anything else.”
The tears spilled over then, hot tracks down my cheeks. Because he was right. I could feel it—the terrible pull toward Omega, the need to please him, to submit to him. But underneath that ran something else, something that recoiled from his cruelty even as my body responded to his dominance.
“I don’t understand what’s happening to me,” I whispered.
“We’re going to figure it out,” Beta said. “I promise you, we’re?—”
Then I felt it. A stirring in me, in a part of my body… no, my mind… no… somehow in the joining of them, or maybe in space between them… a place that I had begun to recognize as the location of the bond between me and Omega. It felt like a part ofmehad begun to wake from deep sleep, but the return of my awareness of that part made its real significance completelyclear. I hadn’t felt it when Beta had woken me up, I understood, but now I did, which could only mean…
My eyes went wide.
“He’s waking up,” I gasped. “I can feel him waking up because of my… because I’m…”
The conflict inside me had triggered something. The very act of discussing separation from Omega had pulled at our connection, disturbing his rest.
A roar shattered the quiet of the laboratory.
“Where is my little cunt?”
The sound was primal, furious, possessive. I felt my body respond immediately—my pussy clenching, my nipples hardening so dramatically I had to look at the floor because of how certain I was Beta had noticed. But I also felt terror, pure and overwhelming.
Beta got to his feet instantly, moving to position himself between me and the source of that terrible voice. Dr. Nagalan’s hands flew across his display, undoubtedly triggering some kind of alert.
Through our bond, I could feel Omega’s rage. But underneath it, I felt something else. Need. Desperation. As if the brief separation while he slept had created an ache in him that mirrored my own.
We were bound together, my master and I. And no matter how much Beta and the others wanted to help me, no matter how much the rational part of me wanted to be free, that fundamental truth remained.
Such was the effect on me of Omega’s anger that reason couldn’t stop me, or even delay me, from what I knew as my duty. I got up from the stool and fled back to the main part of the lab. I saw that Omega had stood up from the gurney, his enormous manhood once again jutting rigid and proud from his lap.
He didn’t speak, for he didn’t need to. I rushed to him, a terrible, wayward happiness filling my chest as I knelt and opened my mouth so my master could thrust his cock in and begin to fuck my face, using me as I deserved and needed to be used.
