Deviant control, p.9
Deviant Control, page 9
part #3 of The Controllers Series
“But he doesn’t even look like an Uncorrupted soldier.” Her fingers plucked at the loose material of her T-shirt. I tried to decide if this was a generalized concern or specific to Ethan.
“Babe, he doesn’t really look like one of us either.” I caught hold of her chin when she kept her head lowered and forced her eyes to meet mine. Still amber—thank fuck. I didn’t want this talk about Ethan to set her flushing again. I let her chin go. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” She winced as the word popped out, and her furtive glance caught my raised eyebrow. “Tired and sore—all over, like I’ve gone ten rounds with a space shuttle. I lost, in case you were wondering—against the space shuttle. And hungry. I’m ravenously hungry.”
I grinned again. Okay, she was cute when she was rambling, and if her subtle fidgeting was any indication, she really wasn’t comfortable sitting on my lap or having my hands on her still.
“I left my comfort zone at the drop door,” she said softly. “It was manageable until then…being an Omega.”
“You shouldn’t give me any ammunition, baby.”
Her eyes shot to meet mine.
“Either you’re aroused, or you’re flushed,” I said because I was a dick and the look of panic on her face was a nice reward.
“I—I don’t know. I’m not flushed.” Her fingers clasped her throat.
“I didn’t think so,” I said and cupped her face to pull her lips to mine. Her little gasp was another reward, and I went ahead and took.
The incessant beeping of the communicator brought my head up, and I glared at it. “Your former research partner is annoying as fuck.” I helped her off my lap. “Order yourself some food, and I’ll let him know we’ll be on our way over when you’re done.” Her stricken face gave me pause. “I’ll be there with you, and he won’t hurt you. I promise.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ryker
AFTER BREAKFAST, SHE took a shower, which was the perfect opportunity to provide her with some clean clothes.
“I can’t wear that?” She stared at the silky slip of a Healer dress I had laid out on the bed, a frown marring her brow. “This is a…Healer dress? I’m not a Healer.”
Her little hands were gripping the towel she was using as a shield. I liked this look on her, the worried look, the so far out of her comfort zone it was a distant dream sort of look. I was going to keep this look on her every second of every day.
“Well, you can walk over there naked if you prefer,” I said in my best reasonable tone. “But I’m probably going to get into a fight if you do, and that will set off your flush. And then I’ll end up fucking you in a pool of someone’s blood. But if you’re okay with that, I’m game. Been a bit quiet since we got on the ship, so I don’t mind either way.”
Her face said she wasn’t sure if I was joking or not.
I gave her a charming smile, then I let it slip to my game face. “I wasn’t joking, but if it makes you feel better, you can pretend that I was. You’re still going to put that dress on or walk there naked, and if you can’t decide real quick, I’ll make the decision for you.”
Her mouth was literally hanging open.
Snapping it shut with an audible click, she threw the dress on, emitting a single frustrated sob, when she realized it fell to mid-thigh. And she wasn’t wearing any underwear…because I hadn’t given her any.
Her little body was trembling with frustration and anger, and she tried to jerk away when I went to stroke her hair. My fingers tightened and she yelped. “We’re a long way from the drop door, Doctor Brach.” I tugged her against me and cupped her ass while her hands made fists against my chest.
The dress wasn’t that short, but it was sheer, and with no underwear on, I’m sure it made her feel exposed compared to what she might ordinarily wear. I was confident these fears would consume her thoughts on the short walk over to the evil Doctor Tsing’s rooms, and would provide the perfect distraction from the imminent tests.
I could have distracted her in other ways, but I liked this one, and I was the Controller, so I got to choose.
“You’re very tense,” I said gently. “Do you want me to make you come before we leave? Would that help?”
“No thank you,” her voice was a strangled croak.
At my exaggerated sigh, her whole body shivered. “I don’t know why I asked. Clearly, you can’t be trusted to make the right decision.”
I could sense the battle going on in her slight body as she tried to force herself to relax and failed. I grinned over the top of her head, enjoying each stage of breaking her down. I don’t think I’d ever had this much fun with a Controller position before. Then again, I’d only dealt with Healers and the occasional Singular, all of them had been far more experienced. Lillian was a delight in every way.
“I’m fine. I’m really fine. The dress is fine. We can go now.”
The words tumbled out so fast it took me a couple of seconds to catch up.
“Fine?” I let disappointment color my voice. “We’ve spoken about this before, Lilly. Ethan spoke to me about this while we were on the ground. You were standing right between us.” I thought it added a nice touch me reminding her about how she’d been sandwiched between us.
“He’s going to be 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. If you can be honest now, and ask me nicely to make you come, I think we can forget all about this little incident.”
There was a lengthy pause. I was sure she was cursing my sick ass to hell and back, but the mere mention of Ethan’s wrath had the desired effect.
Long moments ticked by—that comfort zone was dust in the wind.
“Please, will you make me come?”
I petted her hair. “Good girl.” That was bound to piss her right off. I was going to enjoy getting her to the point where her little body filled with pleasure instead of anger whenever I said that. “Go and sit on the edge of the bed. Open your legs and lift the dress up so I can get to your pussy quickly. I’m going to call Tsing and explain to him that we’ll be late because I need to get you off first. He’ll understand.”
Her face turned a deathly white, and she returned to the bedroom, muttering under her breath.
I called Tsing, who was not happy about the delay and less so when I told him why. I didn’t give him a chance to answer, just turned the connection off and went to deal with my doctor.
She was sitting as requested when I entered, face flushed bright red, and a cursory glance was enough to see her pussy was wet. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she stared at the wall. I took a moment to take this all in because by anyone’s standard she was a stunning woman. Layered on top of that was her personal situation. It was damn near criminal to think of this much Omega perfection running about uncontrolled for three years. Perversely, I liked that it had happened because I got to have her first. Not exactly first, but close enough.
That delayed control had created this unique dynamic, which made it all that much harder for her to submit.
I wondered if she was thinking about the shower where I had cleaned her intimately.
About how she had begged so sweetly for me to make her come.
Or maybe she was doing statistical analysis in her head to distract herself—I had to bite back my chuckle.
I knelt between her legs and placed my hands on her knees. “Lean back onto your elbows.”
She dragged a sharp breath in, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
I trailed my fingers over her soft skin, parting the slick folds, and with two fingers, entered her slowly. Her breathing became choppy. “Keep still for me. I just need to check—”
“Oh god, please!” Lilly exclaimed, as my fingers slid in and out of her pussy slowly. “What are you doing?” She tried to wriggle farther onto my fingers, but I clamped a hand over her stomach and pressed her against the bed to nix that little attempt at control.
“Such a naughty little Omega, trying to control this.”
“I wasn’t!” I curled my fingers up, and she nearly shot off the bed. “Oh!”
“I think you were.” Little gasping sounds started pouring from her lips as I kept rubbing over that spot, her legs began to shake violently. “I think you were trying to get more of my fingers, just like you were trying to get more of my cock in the back of the armored vehicle. Even though the two Betas in the front could hear everything we were doing and saying.” My fingers began to make a squelching noise as her pussy wept, and my pace quickened. “I think you wouldn’t even care if Doctor Tsing was in the room when you get all needy like this. I think I could lay you down on the flight deck and fuck you and you would beg me for more.”
I pressed my thumb over her clit, and she went off like a rocket.
Her head arched back, and a breathy cry escaped her lips.
I didn’t stop.
“Oh god, please don’t!” She tried to escape the overstimulation, but I caught hold of her wrists and sucked her clit while I continued to pump in and out. It took very little effort to hold her still—but she was a wriggler and I’d definitely needed to invest in some restraints. She screamed when the second orgasm hit, and her inner muscles were so tight they damn near crushed my fingers.
It took a great deal of personal restraint on my part not to rip my cock out and fuck her, but I wanted to savor the first time I came inside her and Doctor Tsing was waiting.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The Copper virus was developed in a lab. Hailed as the next stage of human evolution, as unnatural as that evolution was. They thought it would bring us enlightenment. And they released it into the mass population far too soon, in a politically motivated, glory-seeking move.
It took us years to restore order, and it changed, not just individuals, but the entire political structure and power base.
Doctor Lillian Brach
Lilly
I WASN’T SURE how I got from our room to that horrible lab that Doctor Tsing had commandeered for our journey to Chimera. The walk was all very blurry in my mind, which was probably for the best given how little I was wearing.
I knew Healers dressed like this all the time. They didn’t appear to mind, but I wondered whether this was instinctual, as I had presumed, or whether their will had been battered down in iterations until they gave up the fight.
While I wasn’t ready to give up the fight over my clothing, I wasn’t doing a very good job about it. I had folded over the matter with embarrassing ease. I was wise enough to see manipulation at work and annoyed by my abysmal attempts to thwart it.
The whole sexual interaction stage wasn’t helping at all.
Stage—the term stage was now a trigger for Ryker and his many stages.
I was at an absolute loss as to how intimacy had happened. Ethan hadn’t even asked for my investment. Although I was so high on excess blood that I suspected I would have agreed to anything—that encounter was still a little fuzzy in my mind.
And with Ryker, everything had also somehow happened. I didn’t recall the full details of my time in the back of that armored vehicle, but I did remember trying to force myself down onto his cock and him trying to slow me down. It was hardly surprising he’d thought it was fine to take liberties in the shower.
How was I supposed to put this back together? I could not recognize myself.
And then, while I lay sprawled out on the bed at his request, he had made me come so hard I’d barely been conscious at the end. It was difficult to maintain an objective level of anger toward a man who had made me feel such pleasure—which brought me right back to his methods of manipulation.
I had interviewed many dynamics over the years, predominantly Omegas, but in particular Singulars since my original mandate was to find a way to increase the presence of this dynamic. Yet, I still had not really understood anything about control. I had watched it from afar thinking myself above such things and imagining myself superior, perhaps even immune.
I understood how investment worked, but in my case, even this small barrier had been removed. My Controller had complete autonomy over me. Ryker hadn’t spanked me yet—that tap in the shower notwithstanding. But I knew Controllers used it as a common method of conditioning. I didn’t want to be spanked; I definitely didn’t want Ethan’s belt.
Did my aversion to being spanked make me weak…or a normal human?
The fall was long and the landing painful, and as the door to the tiny medical room closed, I felt a dark, unwelcome blanket enfold me.
Erison was decked out in a medical coat. He wasn’t a medical doctor, unlike me since I had completed core medical training, but he liked to wear it, and particularly for my tests. I settled back onto the bed while he bustled about me fitting monitoring probes with the help of an assistant at his side.
Ryker stood in the corner, giving off sufficiently menacing vibes such that I almost forgave him the humiliation of this ridiculous scrap of silk I was wearing, and which Erison was finding all kinds of reasons to tug up under the pretense of attaching the pads.
“If her dress comes up another inch, I’m going to break your fucking fingers,” Ryker said in a soft tone that was at odds with the clear and unambiguous threat.
I might have fallen a little in love with Ryker then, even if he was responsible for the predicament. Erison dropped my collar and attached the final pad without further clothing adjustments.
“I was—”
“Save it,” Ryker snapped, managing to sound both bored and deadly.
I dragged my gaze away from the man who could have been a movie star and turned back to Erison. “What are you going to test today?” I asked.
“I want to check your heart activity. You’ve had a great deal of stimulation, and I think the data we collect will be essential in the program. Some samples too.”
“No blood,” I said, eyes flashing to Ryker.
Lips tight, he sent a scowl Erison’s way. “He’s got autonomy over the program. If he says he needs blood, you’ve got to let him take it. But you can decide how that’s done.”
That wasn’t the answer I wanted, but I nodded. What had I been expecting? I had known Erison would demand blood samples. I’d heard Ryker talking to the general—his father—so I knew I didn’t have a choice. I still hadn’t quite processed their relationship. “The suction pad.” If he tried shoving that tube into my neck again, I would put practice to my self-defense classes. I was confident I would be far more effective on Erison than I had been on the enemy soldiers.
“Excellent,” Erison said. “We’ll take some samples while you are relaxed.”
I wasn’t relaxed anymore. I’d been relaxed a short time ago when Ryker had been—Okay, thinking about that wasn’t helping.
“Doctor Brach, your heart rate is elevating. I need you to relax for this sample or the data will be quite useless.”
“I realize that,” I snapped. I hated his condescending tone. I wasn’t stupid, I realized tension would destroy a baseline sample. Baseline? This was a baseline, which meant he was going to…
“Doctor, please. This is exactly why we have to keep redoing all your tests! This is unprofessional of you—sabotaging the program!”
“You’re not helping her to relax by yelling, pinhead,” Ryker muttered.
Erison glared back with that pinched expression he wore far too often lately.
I sighed.
“I’m not doing this on purpose, Doctor Tsing, I promise you.” Placing my hand over his arm, I gave it a gentle squeeze, trying to portray with that touch how hard this was for me. We had been friends for years, good friends. We’d even slept together once, one of those too much wine and awkward the next morning encounters. He’d been a gentle, considerate lover and a good friend again once we got past the uncomfortable stage. I did not enjoy this difficulty between us. “I want to help with the program—”
Ryker’s growl snapped us apart. He was staring at the place where my hand had been. His gaze cut to mine and that dead space opened up. I shivered, and this time it was nothing to do with Erison. I didn’t know Ryker well, but there was something about him that made me think he was capable of violence every bit as extreme as Ethan.
Erison must have sensed it too because he took a full step back.
Then Ryker made that soothing rumble in his chest, and Erison, his assistant, and I, all visibly relaxed.
The baseline samples were taken quickly. I focused on the rumble and did not let my mind wander to what would happen next. Erison was giddy with the first batch of tests, started proclaiming how this might finally get him the recognition he deserved when he cracked the code to replicate my singularity at the viral level.
Then Erison produced the electrode and announced it was time for the next tests while I was flushed.
“What the actual fuck?” Ryker demanded, staring at the device with the same horror I did. It had proven surprisingly difficult to force a full flush during laboratory conditions. It was a pity Erison wasn’t on hand with his sampling kit while I’d been held by the Uncorrupted.
“Pain is the most effective way to provoke a flush,” Erison said reasonably.
I had always been meticulous in my work, both before and after I revealed as a Singular. But I had a strong ethical code, and I had never in my life inflicted pain on my test subjects. I had put a concerted effort into replicating a full flush myself. A partial flush was easy, just thinking about the damn electrode could get me there, but alas, only Erison’s electrode-stick could tip me over into a full flush.
“Fuck that,” Ryker said. He had stopped the comforting rumble when the electrode-stick first appeared, and the tension within the small room had instantly shot up. When he stalked over to the bed, Erison backed into his assistant, and they both backed into a portable table, and everything clattered about. “If you want her to flush, you just have to ask, dickhead.”
