Deviant Control, page 10
part #3 of The Controllers Series
I might have laughed at him calling Erison a dickhead, but I was too busy worrying about what he would do.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
With a playful grin, he leaned in close and whispered next to my ear. “Making you flush.”
Closing his fingers around the front of my throat, he offered up the most terrifying growl.
My body flushed, and my pussy clenched. “Please don’t growl,” I said, pressing my legs together and wanting desperately to find somewhere to die quietly.
My request, of course, came too late.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ryker
LILLY HAD GONE through hell over the last few hours. I had watched Tsing poke and prod at her. Told myself that he was allowed, was only doing the necessary research, and that the results might help us in this war that we were losing.
I still wanted to kill the maniac every time he touched her, but there was an allure to the way she looked toward me like she trusted me to take care of her and make sure he didn’t take the testing too far.
Balance wasn’t easy to find. I badly wanted to fuck up Tsing so that I could see her reaction. I thought she’d appreciate it, would be very grateful and would offer all manner of delightful rewards if I eliminated his threat.
I did not like constraints. Hated that I was not allowed to care for Lilly in this most basic of ways. I’d had the therapy, knew how I was supposed to act, all the appropriate responses to situations and where the line was.
And I hated that fucking line.
She had been force-flushed several times, after which Tsing had drawn blood from her neck using a strange sucking pipe. Her body did not like to give up the blood that way, so there was never a lot.
My mouth had watered seeing her flushed face and those dilated pupils. I had caught Tsing eyeing me to check my reaction. He’d told me I would instinctively want to take her blood if she needed it, and he was right.
I kept a tight rein on the other predictable response to her scent and the flooding between her legs. I’d never seen an Omega respond like that to a mere growl. It looked like slick, like her body was falling into a kind of heat haze due to the nature of her singularity.
Ethan had alluded to the same thing.
I had to think about something fucking else because that was another line I wasn’t supposed to cross.
Rough fucking her into a forced heat.
I think I liked the sound of that better than the thought of crushing Tsing’s head between my hands until his eyes popped blood, and I really liked the thought of popping his head like a too-ripe melon.
My focus returned to the room, and the minor face-off that was going on between Lilly and the crazy doctor.
“Enough,” I snapped, and the doctor jumped back, that damn suction pad in his hand. “We’re done for today. I’ll deal with her flush once I get her back to our room.”
She was flushed. Probably dangerously so, but he’d had enough fun today, and I could see she was at her limit.
“I think I should observe it here. If you are going to—”
“No fucking way, pinhead,” I said. Slapping him might have had less impact. He had some issues going on in that sick mind of his and hated any allusions as to his lack of intelligence, which meant I was going to be using that nickname a lot. The man needed to work on his poker face. “If I take her blood, I’m going to fuck her, and I don’t think Governor Brach had a sex show in mind when he said you could perform your tests.”
That shut the fucker down. His assistant was making like there was something riveting on her console.
My focus returned to where my trembling Omega lay on the bed. “You want me to carry you?” Her eyes were completely black, and she was shaking so hard the probe cables rattled against the metal sides of the medical cot.
She nodded, her eyes locked on mine. My whole chest softened. She was so fucking vulnerable, and I felt like I was drowning. I didn’t do vulnerable, it stirred all kinds of fucked-up feelings to the surface, and that took me right back to that fucking line I wasn’t supposed to cross. “Let’s get this shit off you.” I helped her remove the pads from her body, while Tsing and his assistant gathered the discarded cables.
Once she was cleared, I helped her up and got her out of there, back to our room where I took her straight down on the bed. “You were so brave today, Lilly,” I said crowding over her as she laid out like an offering, bracing myself on my hands and knees. I brushed the pale hair back from her hot face.
There was so much raw emotion on her face and in her eyes. I don’t think I understood ninety percent of it, but it was intense, and it triggered something dark within me. I didn’t do empathy, felt very little at all. Mostly I acted a part that was expected so I could indulge in my two favorite pastimes and the only experiences I felt—violence and sex. I understood boundaries and the line, and that crossing either would result in a situation where my favorite indulgences were denied.
But her eyes, those huge amber eyes that glistened like they were about to shed tears, gripped me up in a near delirious urge to indulge both my favorite pastimes to an extreme that would jump over the mythical line with a pole vault.
Screwing my eyes shut, I tried to block out the image of Tsing lying dead on the floor of that medical facility while I fucked Lilly like an animal.
If she asked me to end him, I knew with absolute certainty that I would.
I forced my eyes open and returned to the present. Best not to put that idea in her head. Even if she said it in that flippant, half-joking way that normal people did, I knew I would not be able to help myself.
“I know it’s been hard for you, but it’s over now, and I’m going to take this pain away.”
“Please!” Her little hands gripped at my shirt, dragging my face toward the left side of her neck.
I desperately wanted inside her, but she needed this release more. My mouth watered as it lowered, and the aggression I felt toward Tsing for putting her into this state unleashed the last of my control. Hand cupping her jaw to hold her to my liking, my lips closed over that delicate patch of skin. It popped open on the first pull, and her blood flooded my mouth.
As the first mouthful rolled down my throat, she screamed, and it dragged me straight after her into an echo fever. My fingers tightened on her jaw, and she began to offer up sweet mewling sounds of pleasure as I sucked deep again.
It was messy; I could feel blood trickling between us, angled my head for better access and sucked again.
Her nails raked, little fingers gripped and tugged impatiently at my shirt. Garbled words spilled from her lips, encouragements and demands, her body arching and wriggling under me until I nudged her legs open with my knees and dropped my weight down onto her.
She didn’t like that—demanded that I get undressed and fuck her.
“Hush,” I said, lifting my lips from her throat. Blood poured for a split second before a thin membrane formed. Her pupils were still dilated, but she was ripping at my clothes so frantically that I had to bite back a chuckle. “Steady babe. You’re going to hurt yourself going at it like this.”
That earned me a snarled curse and another impatient tug. Leaning up, I ripped my shirt over my head, then got my hands on the collar of her little Healer dress and tore it down the front. Perfect, plump tits spilled out, her nipples tight, stiff peaks begging for my mouth.
I gorged myself.
Her little hands gripped my hair as I squeezed her tit in my hand and sucked hard on the sensitive tip.
I’d had my share of drugs in my life—during combat situations you stuffed whatever was on hand to push through—but the rush I got from her blood produced an insane level of high. Everything was moving fast and slow, the scent of the slick weeping from her pussy filled my nostrils, and even the taste of her skin was sweet. I could hear every little gasp and moan like it was whispered into my ear, and my dick was so hard I had to fumble between us and ease my zipper down to give myself some relief.
When I was done feasting, her creamy tits were covered in patches of red from the scruff on my jaw, and darker blotched bruises where I had sucked too hard. I traced my fingers over them, seeing goosebumps bloom, circling my finger lazily around her nipple until it distended further, then rolling it between my finger and thumb. Her sharp, desperate begging went straight to my balls.
I closed my mouth over the engorged tip and sucked hard again.
I was literally not seeing straight anymore, my vision was coming through a tunnel. If I didn’t get my cock in her, I was going to lose my mind. The rest of our clothes were removed in a violent rush, and my hands were shaking badly by the time we were both undressed. Her tiny hands were all over me, petting, squeezing, stroking, and scraping with her nails, and getting in the fucking way. I don’t know how she got her mouth around my cock. One minute I was kneeling over her, trying to peel her hands off so I could spread her legs and fuck her, and the next she was on her hands and knees choking herself on my cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I gripped her hair to hold her off a bit before she hurt herself. She still sucked half of it in, tongue swirling all over the piercing each time she drew off. I was drunk on that view, the gentle curve of her back and her rounded ass, and that disheveled blonde head bobbing up and down, lips stretched wide around my fat cock. It was a struggle for her to take it; she wasn’t letting that hold her back.
Who the fuck was this woman, and what had she done to the sweet little doctor?
With a groan of torment at denying myself this, I dragged her off. Before she could get any other ideas to run the show, I had her flat on her back, legs spread and weeping pussy on display. “Hands above your head and don’t fucking move them, or I’ll stop.”
No fucking way was I stopping, so I hoped to fuck she didn’t call my bluff.
Her pupils were still partially dilated, but it had been hours since I’d had a taste of her pussy; the scent had been driving me nuts for hours while we’d been holed up in that fucked-up medical room. Gripping her knees, I spread her legs open nice and wide, got my head between them, and growled, long and loud. A sharp cry left her lips, her back arched and her stomach rippled. A flood of sweet, clear liquid gushed out.
For the second time that day, I lowered my head and gorged.
When I’d licked the last drop of cream up, I growled again. By the time I’d finished, my lips were numb, she had screamed herself hoarse, and was a soft, compliant puddle on the bed.
Crawling over her, the tip of my cock slipped easily into the entrance of her slick little pussy.
“Look at me, baby.” I caught her chin and waited until she met my eyes. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please, it’s hurting again.”
“Hush, I’m here. Show me where to bite.”
I didn’t need to ask her, but it turned me the fuck on seeing her turn her head in silent offering. Impossibly, my dick got harder. As my lips lowered, I thrust deep and sucked deep, and a river of blood flooded out.
Her hot, tight sheath and the bellyful of adrenaline nectar made for a volatile combination. I was a junkie, I was getting my fix, and I didn’t ever want to be saved.
I fucked her like a savage then, and she took everything I gave.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
One of the most challenging aspects of my Singularity is my acute sensitivity to danger and stress. Any volatile situation will result in a ‘flush’.
In the early days after revealing as an Omega, I learned much about enduring pain, and have great empathy for those, who through illness or disease, suffer long term, chronic pain.
I can still remember the first time I picked at the strange birthmark on my neck. I didn’t understand what was happening to me or why I wanted to mutilate my own throat. I can also still recall my acute relief when the first spots of blood escaped, the guilt, and my confusion when the wound instantly sealed…
Doctor Lillian Brach
Lilly
I TRIED TO process the madness that had transpired over the last twenty-four hours, reflecting on the insane catalog of events that began in this room with that overheard conversation, the dress, and the mind-blowing orgasm without a hint of foreplay.
Then came Erison and his never-ending torments that he passed off as research.
Finally, all that had followed within our allocated quarters had utterly destroyed my mind.
I was so bloody sore today; it was all I could do to crawl out of bed.
I’d thought I was on my own when I woke. This relief had lasted until I emerged from the shower when Ryker insisted on checking me.
He stood in the bedroom doorway leading back into the lounge area—he filled that gap. He appeared to come with a mortification detector and knew exactly how best to crank that needle up.
“I need to check you, baby,” he repeated in his soft coaxing voice, because I hadn’t responded to the first request.
I remembered falling asleep—more like a post-sex coma—with him pressed up against my back, a heavy arm banded about my waist a short time ago. Somehow the brief period of separation, while I had showered alone, had refreshed the impact of his presence.
And the man had a lot of presence. It had been bad enough when I’d only thought I knew what he was packing under the clothes. Now that I did know what was under the clothes, I was never going to look at him the same again.
My imagination had been a shadowy reflection of reality. It wasn’t just Ryker’s face that was beautiful, his body was beautiful too. And the tattoo that covered the length of his arm was stunning. The piercing had terrified me when I first saw it—I think it was just a shock.
I was sold on that now, too.
And his damn scent, I wanted to roll myself in his scent.
The man should come with a portable crowd control barrier. I would have appreciated such a barrier to stop me from making an idiot of myself. I looked away from him, which left me staring at the bed—no, that was a poor choice.
“Check?” A part of my brain knew what he was asking, but the part connected to my mouth was wallowing in denial, and the question tumbled out.
“Do you need to be spanked?” he asked seriously.
I clutched the towel tighter and tried to work out how the conversation had taken this dramatic turn. It was probably a trick question. Ryker liked to ask trick questions. “No, I don’t think I do,” I hedged.
He smirked. It was hard not to grin stupidly back despite the spanking threat.
“I’m only asking because some Omegas need a regular spanking. I assumed you weren’t that kind being as you freak out whenever I mention Ethan and his belt.”
I tensed and silently cursed myself for giving him any further ammunition, as he had referred to it.
“But you’re very clever. A doctor—they don’t just hand distinctions like that out, so I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I mean when I say I need to check you. And all this tells me that you’re trying to control the situation.” He raised a tell-me-I’m-wrong eyebrow.
“Please don’t spank me. I’m very sore. All over—and inside—if I’m honest about it. I struggled to get out of the bed. I don’t think I could handle being spanked right now. I was trying to work out what you meant by check…I mean, there are bruises but when you said…another sort of checking came to mind. And I don’t think I could handle that either.”
He grinned. “You’re so cute when you do that nervous rambling thing.” Then his face emptied. “Drop the towel and get on the bed.”
My mind cycled through indignation, terror, and arousal so quickly that I feared I might give myself mental whiplash. Recognizing that I wasn’t ahead enough on the game to win this round, I dropped the towel and dropped myself onto the bed.
During my shower, which had been indulgently long and soothing, I concluded after much deliberation that Ryker wasn’t quite right. There had been a niggling awareness before I overheard his conversation with his father. What happened after had cemented this truth. He didn’t try to mask it at times, it was as if he was taunting the world with what he was capable of, giving his selected audience a little peek behind the curtain to mess with them.
And he liked to mess with me. I’d thought Ethan was a deviant, but Ryker was also giving me cause for concern.
The check turned out to be nothing like I expected. He was gentle, thorough, and almost clinical during the inspection. I began to feel disappointed about this and suspected it was all part of his master plan.
Then he disappeared into the lounge and returned with a white tube. “I’ll definitely need to fuck you again later, and this is going to help. Now, lay still like a good girl and let me put some inside you.”
My legs clamped together.
We stared at each other for several minutes after that statement left his lips. Me, wondering if I could contain my verbal explosion, and him hoping that I wouldn’t. There had been many times since I revealed as an Omega when I felt such an acute level of anger, that I thought I might do someone bodily harm. The first time was when I was informed by the research council that my program, the one I’d spent years building up from nothing, would be handed over to someone else. There had been many others since. But today, and after that verbal mind-fuck that had just poured from his mouth, my pacifistic resolve was being severely tested.
Those predatory eyes cataloged my emotional angst. Ryker placed a single big hand over my knees and squeezed gently.
“Bend your knees and let your legs fall apart so I can get to your pussy easily.”
I gave myself a stern talking to because I was so close to doing something stupid. I wondered why he hadn’t reached for his trusty ‘Ethan’s belt threat’. The only conclusion I could draw was that he really wanted to spank me.
