Deviant Control, page 12
part #3 of The Controllers Series
My day had been unexpectedly pleasant, but soon, I would be taken to Tsing for today’s test, and I needed a distraction.
I still had much I wanted to research with the Copper virus. Ideas that I had been forced to park due to my removal from the top spot. Before my infamous capture, I’d been lobbying for funding for clinical trials on a new strain. Erison could only commandeer so much of my time, and I intended to put the rest to good use.
I realized my questionable actions at the drop door might have jeopardized this, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t plan.
I began making some notes. It felt good to be doing something productive.
Then Ryker returned.
My plans were not mine anymore—I had a Controller. And a Program Director who was bent upon making my life hell.
Ryker gave me a studying look. “We need to go for today’s tests.”
His expression remained implacable, but the mere mention of Erison’s tests made me think about him making me come. The more I thought about this, the more I wanted him to.
“I feel a little tense…now that you’ve mentioned the test.”
His lips twitched. “What do you suggest we do about it?”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Asking for what I wanted was far harder in practice than in theory. I closed my mouth again.
He raised an eyebrow, still smirking, and said, “Fine then, let’s go.”
I was acutely disappointed that. Would he have made me come if I did ask? Or take some twisted pleasure in denying me.
I sighed. It was no more than a few hours since I’d gotten out of the bed, and although the cream had helped, I shouldn’t be desperate for another round.
I walked out of the room with him, along corridors, until I was once more in that terrible room that would become a source for future nightmares.
It would be another week before we reached Chimera, and I thought Erison would make use of the time to make my life hell. I could see it in the eyes of my former research partner, the fervor, and a plethora of unwholesome maladies that was afflicting the once amiable man. He had been my friend once, and my equal, but I did not recognize him anymore. Merry was right; he needed to be managed.
As I sat on the bed for today’s baseline tests, I wondered what fate awaited me when we reached Chimera. I couldn’t rely on Ryker; at some point he would leave. I was out of danger, and he had a job to do that did not include watching me.
I worried about today, about the next week on this ship, but I worried more about after, and I was rapidly coming to the conclusion that I might, even after everything, still need to run.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ryker
WITH HINDSIGHT, I wasn’t sure leaving Lilly alone with Merry so soon after we had begun control was the best idea. The little doctor was up to something. That was okay, I liked a challenge, and whatever she thought she might do to wrest some control back, I would be ready with a counter attack.
I loved games, and this one was turning out to be a delight.
“I’m warning you, it’s addictive.” Ethan had said. He only had a few hours with her—he didn’t know the half of it.
Tsing’s commandeered room had a stark brilliance that set my teeth on edge. I’d seen more welcoming interrogation rooms. Maybe that was the look he was after? As Lilly sat onto the medical bed for today’s delightful session with the mad doctor, she sent a quick glance my way.
A nervous sort of glance.
Good.
The little Omega had been plotting.
I’ll take your plotting, and I’ll raise you.
I should have put some surveillance up in our room. Not that I was normally into spying on Omegas under my care, but I was adaptable to circumstance…And I wasn’t good at rules. In fact, I hated fucking rules. Rules were the bane of my life. I was all about winning, and I wasn’t too bothered about the nuances of how I got there.
Fuck rules and fuck etiquette.
I played dirty, I bent the rules, or disregarded them…I cheated.
I cheated like a pro.
All those people who played fair—weak. I stomped all over their weakness and laughed while I did it.
The grin on my face must have been my sadistic one, because Tsing, his timid Beta assistant, and Lilly, all gave me nervous looks.
Ah, and I had the perfect plan for keeping her off balance today.
“You okay, babe?”
Her eyes widened like I’d just asked her something far more sinister. Both Tsing and his nervous assistant threw cautious looks my way.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”
I saw a cringe flash across her face as her natural inclination toward polite avoidance, delivered her straight into my hands.
I wished I had thought to get some surveillance in this room; I was confident this was going to be a glorious kind of experience that I would enjoy reliving immensely.
My eyes narrowed. “Fine?” I let disappointment color my voice—because I was getting into my part now. “We’ve spoken about this before, Lilly. Ethan spoke to me about this while we were on Tolis. You were standing right between us.” I thought it added a nice touch me reminding her, once again, about how she’d been sandwiched between us. “He’s going to be very disappointed when he finds out you have been lying about being fine again. But, I do understand how stressful all this is, and that you’re worried about the tests.” I gave Tsing a meaningful look. Literally, everyone in the room, excluding me, had their jaws hanging open. “If you can be honest now, and ask me to help you—relax—I think we can forget all about your little slip.”
She snapped her mouth shut and cut a swift glance Tsing’s way. I couldn’t read that look: pleading, terror maybe, or just hoping that the mad doctor might spontaneously disappear, so she didn’t need to have this conversation while he listened in.
The nervous assistant had a handful of cables in her hand, ready to hook Lilly up to the machine. They rattled together furiously until she finally decided to put them down on the little movable table. They were springy, and immediately spilled over the side and clattered onto the floor.
This room was a comedy in the making—a comedy that was about to take on a very adult theme.
“Clear the room.”
Lilly blanched, the traumatized Beta scrambled to retrieve the cables, and Tsing snapped, “What?”
“You have hearing problems, pinhead?”
The scowl he slapped me with was nasty. I smirked and raised an eyebrow.
He huffed out the room, snapping at his assistant to, “Leave the bloody cables there.”
Go team Ryker! I’d just coaxed a curse out of the doctor.
“Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with you?!” Lilly demanded the moment the door clicked shut.
“Babe,” I said softly, approaching with a measure of caution because she was spitting mad. If she hadn’t been tense before, she was definitely tense now. “You’ve had an emotional day, what with me leaving you alone earlier, and then Merry’s visit probably stirring up a lot of bad memories. It’s my fault. I should have sorted this out before we left the room.” I put a hand on her knee and gave it an encouraging squeeze. She didn’t try to push my hand away, so I took that as a positive sign.
Still, I suppose she could have been worried about me reporting this to Ethan.
If it came down to playing fair or playing to win, I’d take winning every time.
“This isn’t right.” She was fidgeting like she was thinking about pulling away and crawling up the bed.
Her cheeks had taken on a pretty flush, and I could smell her growing arousal. I hadn’t even growled or offered comfort, both of which might have provided a good source of blame. Only I didn’t want to give her anything to blame her arousal on.
Just me, standing here, a single hand placed on her knee was more than enough.
I was so fucked. I was the Controller here, but the sweet scent of slick gathering for me because I’d conditioned and trained her to respond to me, was enough to bring me to my knees.
Control was a deliciously heady thing—and we hadn’t even started yet.
“Let’s see if we can do this without making you flush.”
Her sharp intake of breath set my dick twitching in hopeful anticipation. That was going to have to wait; I could only wonder at my restraint.
“Open for me.” I gave her knee another little squeeze. Those big amber eyes stared up at me, and I was drowning in them. “I’m not going to tell Ethan, not today. I’m doing this because I want to and because I think you need it.” There might also be a smidgen of bonus enjoyment because I was pissing Tsing off.
Her legs remained pinned together, and her tiny hand closed over mine. “Ryker, there is a line,” she said earnestly. “I—I think that was crossing the line, sending Tsing out the room. You can’t chase him out like that or threaten to strangle him a bit. People don’t do that. Even Controllers.”
Leaning forward, I crowded her back against the bed until she had nowhere else to go and my lips were hovering over hers. Her eyes flashed fear this time. “Don’t ever tell me about the fucking line.” I pinched her face between my fingers and thumb and covered her lips with mine.
Either I had surprised her, or she was into the aggression—I didn’t care which, and when her lips parted, I dived straight in.
The breathy gasp she made sent more blood surging into my aching dick. I pinched harder around her face while I nipped at her plump lips. Her little tongue came out to play, and I sucked it into my mouth. She groaned this time, a long, breathless sound that begged me to give her more.
My chest had become mashed up against her plump tits. The little Healer dress was sheer, and I could feel her hardened nipples rubbing against me as she wriggled. I got my hand under the hem of her dress, dragging it up, my hand skimming over that soft as satin skin until I could cup her breast. At the first brush of my thumb over her nipple, her back arched and her lips parted as she offered up those sweet mewling sounds of encouragement.
I pinched her nipple as I swallowed up her words, pumping my tongue in and out until the only sounds she could make were breathy moans. Her tiny hands were tugging urgently on my shirt, trying to rip the damn thing off.
I dragged my mouth off of hers and sucked in a breath. “Uh-uh, this is just for you, babe.”
Those wild emotions were swirling in her eyes again, her chest rising and falling, her dress rucked up. “Open up.” There was no resistance this time, and as I leaned up to give her room, her legs parted. “Fuck,” I mumbled. Wrapping my hands around the top of her thighs, I dragged her to the edge of the bed and put her legs over my shoulders. “My naughty little Omega is making a mess, and I haven’t even growled yet. Let me clean you up.”
I did just that, lapping at the sweet slick while she made her little mindless sounds and gripped at my hair. No pussy should taste this fucking good. How the fuck was I supposed to focus on anything else? Yesterday’s forced flushing had been bad enough, and I hadn’t tasted her properly back then. Tsing was going to expect me to make her flush again. Hours of fucking torment while the scent of her slick clogged my nose. Maybe we could have a break in the middle? Yes, that sounded like a damn good idea.
What the fuck was I thinking? That was a terrible idea. That would just take even longer before I could get her back to the room and fuck her into oblivion.
Once I had cleaned every inch of her pussy and the tops of her thighs, I got my tongue deep into the source. I really wanted to growl. If I growled, I was never going to fucking stop.
“Please, please, please.”
Her manic chanting finally penetrated my pussy-drunk daze, and I gave her clit some attention. She came, screaming and thrashing, and her tiny hands gripped my hair so fiercely I was sure some of it had been ripped out.
When I came up for air, it took me a few moments to remember where we were. She was sprawled out on the medical bed, plump lower lip caught between her teeth, eyes blinking, as she looked about like she had similarly forgotten where she was.
I helped her pull her dress back—she smacked my hand—which made me smirk.
“I can’t believe you did that!” she said.
“I can’t believe you let me do that,” I replied seriously. “I tried to stop before it went too far, but you have a fierce fucking grip.” I made a show of smoothing my hair.
A giggle escaped her lips, and she shook her head—at me, the giggle or just wonder…maybe all of the above.
That giggle fucked with me. I liked the sound, really liked it. I might have liked it more than I liked her screaming my name when she came.
No, I liked the screaming, one-upping that was a tough ask, but I did like it equally, in a different kind of way.
I gave her an appraising look. “Babe, you look hot as fuck when you’ve just come. Might need to give it a few minutes before we let Tsing back in here.”
She chuckled again, but then her shoulders seemed to sink.
I stroked a hand over her hair and put a finger under her chin to tip her face up. Those intense fucking eyes were going to kill me for sure—if my crushed hard-on didn’t do the job first.
“Did I scare you?”
She nodded, and I let her lower her head. I had only coaxed and coerced her into giving me what I wanted so far.
I pulled her head in next to my chest and offered up the rumble that I knew would calm her down. Control was a lot about testing boundaries—and lines—and she had just butted up against one of mine. That was going to change things. I was sure that she had sensed challenging me was a bad idea before. But now she knew the consequence.
I was an Alpha, and sometimes I enjoyed coaxing her to submit, but sometimes, I liked to take what was mine. Either way, I didn’t like anyone telling me about crossing any fucking lines.
“You must have lived a very sheltered life if you’ve never seen a Controller order people out of a room. Some don’t bother—they just go right ahead and do what they want to do, and leave people to decide for themselves. I’ve seen some interesting shows in my time.” Her fidgeting said she didn’t like the sound of that. “I prefer to encourage you to do what I want. But Ethan is not a coaxing sort of man, and if you try and start telling him what’s appropriate for a Controller, you are going to get a lot more than you bargained for.”
“It just…shocked me.”
I imagined she still thought I was a soft touch. “Yeah? But you liked it. And I think that you liking it, shocked you more.” She shivered. Her little Healer dress was all bunched up still, but she had pulled her knees together demurely. I gave her knee a little squeeze. “Open up for me,” I whispered against her hair.
I felt the tremble that rippled through her body, and that weighty moment of contemplation before she let her legs fall open. I skittered my hand up her thighs until I found her slick folds.
“I think this hot little pussy spasmed when you heard me order everyone out.” I dipped my fingers inside the tight channel and began finger fucking her nice and gentle, getting my thumb all over her clit with every stroke.
“I think you like me holding you still so I can taste you or fuck you. I think you like aggression.” I pressed my lips against her hair, tightening my arm around her a little waist, so she was thoroughly trapped. “I think you like everything I do.” She shuddered out a deep breath. “I think you’re a very needy little Omega.” My fingers slipped in and out wetly as her slick started to gather. “I think I could have done this with a room full of Alphas watching and you would still have come for me like a good girl.”
Her breathing turned choppy, and her little hands gripped my shirt.
“Come for me, baby.”
The climax rolled through her whole body, and she bowed as her pussy gripped my fingers. I kept going until she got too sensitive and tried to crush my hand between her legs.
Chuckling, I let up—mostly because I figured Tsing would be blowing up the communication lines to my father or command, if I took up any more of his precious testing time.
I stroked her hair and let her come back down.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Once upon a time, I thought everyone was infected with the Copper virus at thirteen. But they only administer the virus where both parents are non-dynamics. Everyone else receives a placebo. Dynamic DNA is dominant, and any such pairing would result in dynamic offspring.
This was one of the reasons my father had been so concerned when I did not reveal until twenty-five.
Doctor Lillian Brach
Lilly
AFTER A LONG week of daily visits to the medical room with Ryker present, I had come to appreciate the way he kept a rein on Erison. Much as I riled against it, Ryker, as an Alpha, had ultimate say in what went down.
I wasn’t stupid, Ryker enjoyed controlling me in all ways, including testing my boundaries as far as Erison’s experiments were concerned. He allowed some of the tests to go ahead—particularly the forced-flush tests—even though they made me uncomfortable. Ryker had his own agenda, and that agenda was control. So, he let Erison do whatever he wanted if it might assist with his control…or he liked it for his own twisted reasons.
Despite my fears, none of the subsequent visits had been as bad as the first one. It became tolerable, and today, after only a few hours of torment, Ryker declared that I’d had enough.
We would be arriving at Chimera tomorrow, and I had begun making plans. Subtle plans, but plans nevertheless. I didn’t like the thought of Ryker leaving me alone with Erison once we were established at the research center there. Erison had effectively gained complete control of the program. I wasn’t even a research partner anymore, although I was allowed to provide input on the broader program, I had no say in what happened to me during the time I was allocated for his personal project.
As we entered our quarters, I was hyper-aware of the fate that awaited me. There were subtle variations, but they all ended with him biting me and fucking me. I realized that we had fallen into a kind of game, where I tried valiantly to hold on to a shred of personal dignity, while he put all his considerable will into making sure I did not.
