Complete Control

by L. V. Lane

  His chest heaved as I dropped it to the floor at his feet and he looked his fill. I was small, I knew this, high breasts barely enough to fill my own hands. My bottom was tiny too, but rounded, more than a few of my Controllers had expressed their admiration for my plump little bottom.

  “Turn around.” His voice was a strangled croak. “Please,” he added.

  I inclined my head, prepared to offer this small concession given he had asked politely.

  I turned. He groaned, and my body shivered in response.

  “Fuck. Jesus, fuck. You’re so fucking tiny. Except for that ass. That’s a fat, lush little ass.” He didn’t say fat like it was an insult. He said it like it was a prayer. “I’m going to break you. I want to break you.”

  My mind emptied, while my whole body revved back up. Yes, I liked the sound of him trying to break me. Forcing that thick cock into my tight pussy. Anticipating the struggle as he tried to get it all in. It was going to be a glorious struggle. Healers loved to take whatever our Controllers needed. Desired it, wanted it, craved it.

  There were times when I hated the dynamic. Alone, between operations, I would question what it was and what it meant being an Omega. I would feel a deep bitterness that I could not be free to choose, could not merely heal and live my life on my own terms. But there were other times, when I was deep into their control, that I could not imagine any other way.

  The pleasure I received at the hands of a Controller was a powerful mechanism of training, using my body and its responses to manipulate my mind, which further turned my body against me. I understood it was a form of conditioning and noticed how much quicker I fell into the bond with each new pairing.

  My previous Controllers had been amateurs compared to the man standing behind me, staring at my bottom.

  “What the fuck is wrong with me. Does the Healer in you sense what a twisted fuck I am? Is that why you won’t give me your investment?”

  I glanced back over my shoulder at him. “You won’t break me,” I said, my voice a whisper, with just a hint of challenge.

  Dragging his eyes from my backside, Hudson gave me that rare smile—no a sinful smirk. “You’re right, kitten, I’m pretty sure this experience is going to break me.”

  My breath caught at his admission. When he had stormed into the recruiter's office earlier, he had shown little sign of investment. Even when we arrived at our allocated room, his interest had been lackluster at best.

  “Look all you want, kitten. This isn't for you,” he had said while I knelt between his splayed legs admiring that tempting bulge and thinking that I might sell my soul for a chance to taste it. Then he had looked me over, assessing me and added, “Ever.”

  No word had ever cut so deeply, and I thought no word would ever again. Until the recruiter’s cruel words had delivered another painful rejection.

  But how the tables had turned.

  There was a powerful sense of satisfaction in driving this powerful man over the edge, and I turned away again and bit my lip. I wanted to make him pay very badly. I also still wanted him.

  It was a short jump to our operation and a short operation. A week, two at the most and then we would part ways and likely never see each other again.

  Two weeks—I could survive two weeks on my terms. Could get him out of my system. Knowing that he wanted me now was going a long way to soothing my battered confidence.

  Resolved to what I must do, I walked over to the bed, settled onto my back, bent my knees and let my legs fall apart.

  Dragging a sharp breath in, his eyes locked on the open petals between my legs.

  “Fuck, you’re dripping, little Healer.”

  And that’s where my bravado came unstuck.

  Was I doing this because I wanted to? Or was I following his earlier command?

  Asking for what I wanted wasn’t natural to me. I was used to being controlled, to them telling me how to suck them, how to please them, when to bend over, when to spread my legs and let them eat my pussy. All that was familiar to me. It was the way Healers were taught and trained to be. Once the virus hosted, this was our nature.

  I tried to steady my breathing. Did he realize what I had just done? His expression was cold, almost harsh and not the smug I expected if I’d been caught out.

  Fraud, fake, the words whispered inside my head. I did not have the disposition to do this. I was fighting my own instincts, and I was doing an abysmal job.

  But this man before me, this beautiful devil that I was making wait on my command, knew exactly what I wanted.

  I could give us both what we needed without investing. Might even survive this with my soul intact. He wasn’t an ordinary soldier, he was an Alpha who preferred curvy blondes, and I was a tiny brunette, and yet despite my caution, I could not turn away.

  “You know what I want?”

  As his gaze lifted to meet mine, he rolled his shoulders. “I know I want to eat that pussy until you come screaming. I have a feeling you might want that, too.”

  I nodded. Yes, that was exactly what I wanted.

  He didn’t move.

  I frowned.

  He shook his head, eyes regretful. “You’re going to have to be explicit. You’ve not invested, remember. You have to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

  My face heated just thinking about ordering him to do that. I had never made demands of my Controllers—ever.

  “You’re killing me here, kitten. Trust me, this isn’t easy for me.” He grimaced. “Fuck! It’s like stepping into my personal hell. But I said this could be on your terms. Unless you change your mind about investment, I don’t have a choice.”

  I could turn fantasies into reality during this time, and maybe store up some new ones. A flush crept down my chest. I was out of my depth and willing to admit it. “I want you to do that—what you just said.”

  “Eat your pussy? Say the words, Healer.”

  “Please…please eat my pussy.” Please? Cringing, my face flushed even hotter.

  “My pleasure.”

  I sucked a breath in as he stalked over. There was no more questions or double checking, he just crawled up the bed.

  He stopped once he was above me, caging my body beneath his, and his eyes searched mine.

  “Perhaps we should start with a kiss?”

  Kiss? No, I did not think that was a good idea. Kissing would make this far too intimate. I needed to remain detached…well, as detached as I could. I shook my head.

  “Shame,” Hudson said. His eyes lowered to my breasts. “But I think I should definitely start here.” He licked his lips and lowered his head. My heart began to thud furiously.

  He stopped an inch away from my right breast and looked up expectantly. “If that’s what you would like?”

  “Yes,” I croaked. “You can start there.”

  I was sure he was going to take the nipple into his mouth and suck. Instead, he pressed kisses all around it, suckling gently on the flesh until my whole breast was pink and flushed, the nipple stood stiff. I tried not to look, but my attention kept sliding down to watch his dark head bent over me.

  I was slowly going crazy from the image.

  Ignoring the little tip, he moved onto my other breast, licking and nipping everywhere but that sensitive nub that I desperately wanted him to touch.

  Just when I thought the torture might drive me to despair, he took the tip into his mouth and sucked gently.

  It was like a thread being pulled straight to my clit and my back arched.

  His lips immediately popped off. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  My back collapsed against the bed. “No!” I choked out.

  I lay perfectly still when he went back to work, but I was becoming so slick between my legs that I began to wonder if I might climax from this alone. Lips tugged and pulled on my nipple, a sweet rhythm that set me writhing.

  He lifted his head again when my restlessness became uncontainable. “Would you like me to move on?” Lips glistening, he
sent a meaningful glance down my body to where my knees were pressing tightly together.

  I nodded.

  “Open up for me then, Healer.” Kissing his way down, he hooked his hands around my thighs to ease them apart enough to fit his shoulders—which wasn’t easy at all. It made me all kinds of needy in my already frenzied state of arousal.

  “Fuck, you’re such a tiny little thing. Am I hurting you like this? Would you rather sit on my face?”

  He said this all so seriously that I fidgeted beneath him and tried desperately to even out my breathing. He was so gentle with me and considerate…and then tacking that dirty suggestion on at the end. I had always loved a Controller’s natural inclination to verbalize what they wanted, every dirty thought, whether I liked the suggestion or not.

  He looked down. “You like the sound of that Healer? Want to sit on my face?”

  Swallowing, I shook my head, blushing furiously. “No, this is fine—good. This is good.”

  Did he know what he was doing to me? My other Controllers loved making me blush, would say the filthiest things. And I hated being on top in any way, hated being in control. I loved the feel of a strong body caging me, loved the weight bearing down on me, loved to be held, tied and controlled. But perhaps he really thought I was a broken kind of Omega who liked to dominate.

  Omegas did not dominate, ever, that I knew of. I couldn’t imagine anything worse.

  “Let me know if you change your mind.” And then he began to feast.

  “Ohmygod!”

  Like a starving man, he ate me up, lathering every inch of me with his wicked tongue, suckling on my clit and then swirling his tongue around it and then repeating. Overwhelmed by the sensations, I jerked away, and he let me. Pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh and waiting patiently until I could settle before devouring my pussy again.

  I panted, back bowed; it was too much. I could not be still. He stopped again and waited.

  “Is it too sensitive? Would you like me to—hold you down, while I’m eating you out?”

  His eyes met mine in question, and my stomach fluttered. How was it possible for him to make me this desperate this easily? How could a simple, not unreasonable suggestion turn me into a liquid mess?

  “Yes, I would really like that.” I was so close, and I desperately wanted to come.

  “Say it for me, little Healer.” He clamped his mouth shut. For that moment I was reminded of his command lurking beneath the surface, just waiting for an opportunity to be unleashed.

  “Are you…making me say the words on purpose?” I didn’t like the thought of his subterfuge, but he wouldn’t be the first Controller who wanted to hear me talk dirty because he knew it made me uncomfortable. Most of them loved coaxing such words from my mouth.

  I would fuss about it and beg them not to make me say it.

  I always did, eventually, and then they would give me my reward.

  “Maybe.” His grin was predatory, and his eyes turned hooded. “You look beautiful when you blush.” Grin fading, his face serious, he pressed a gentle kiss to my inner thigh. “The whole point of not investing is that you don’t have to do things you’re uncomfortable with.” More soft kisses feathered against my pussy lips before he lifted his head and met my eyes. “It’s a given I would want to do everything you’re uncomfortable with. Would demand it. Would hold you still while I devoured every inch of this pussy until you came all over me.” His eyes darkened. “I’d definitely make you sit on my face—you really didn’t like the sound of that. But that’s just what I want, but you’ve not invested, and I don’t get to call the shots.”

  “Please hold me—while you lick me. Please.”

  My reward was another gentle kiss to my pussy. He shifted, and his hands eased my thighs apart. “Is this good? Like this?”

  I was lewdly spread open before him, and he was politely asking me if this was okay, and although there was nothing overtly dominant about it, it was killing me all the same. “Yes,” my voice was a whisper.

  Closing his fingers around my thighs, he slowly shifted them apart a little wider, peeling his fingers away and wrapping them around me more securely.

  I jerked; a subconscious desire to test the hold.

  His hold was tight and unyielding. I nearly came then and there.

  “There, that’s better, isn’t it, little Healer.” He watched, studying my reaction. “All spread open, so I don’t have to stop.”

  “Yes, please.”

  He tormented my pussy, worshiping it with his tongue until I was fighting and bucking in his hold. My fingers gripped the sheets, and my neck arched as I moaned in bliss.

  So close, but I could not seem to find release. What if I couldn’t? What if I needed his permission? I became very alarmed when I realized this might be what the problem was.

  A ragged moan escaped me as he passed his tongue over my sensitive little bud. “Please don’t stop. Please, yes, ohmygod just like that.” Too far gone to care about what I was saying. I was beyond embarrassment. I just needed to come.

  Sweat popped along my brow, chest, and back. “Please. Please make me come.”

  He stopped and looked up at me. “Are you going to invest?”

  My body sagged to the bed, and I blinked at him for several seconds before the question registered. “No!”

  Grinning wickedly, Hudson went back to his feast.

  Confused and needy I sobbed in frustration. “Please, I need—”

  “To invest.” He continued to eat me out.

  It burned. I burned, consumed by the stress of denied release, feeling myself sink into a place where there was only tormented pleasure.

  “Invest, Healer, or I can do this for the rest of the day, and don’t think that I won’t.” He permeated the words with soft kisses. “All day. Or you can tell me to stop.”

  Stop? I didn’t want him to stop.

  I didn’t say it. I was incapable of rational thought.

  He paused to swirl his tongue over my upper thigh.

  “No, please.” Tears began to trickle down my cheeks. “Please! Don’t stop.”

  “Give me your investment, and I will give you everything you desire,” he said. Then he continued to torment me like he really could do this all day.

  I was sobbing in earnest, squirming within his tight hold. This was too hard, too unnatural. I was dying a slow carnal death. “I invest. I will give you my investment.”

  He stopped.

  Lifting my head, I wiped roughly at my tear-stained cheeks and stared at him in confusion. I had invested. Given into his demand. He had broken me so easily, and now he had stopped?

  Face stony, he released my legs, and I watched warily as he shuffled back to his knees and fisted that obscenely swollen cock. My eyes widened as he closed his fingers around it and leaned forward to brace himself over me with a hand planted to the side of my face.

  I felt the transition to my core.

  A big, dominating presence that made my breath catch and my womb clench seeing him jerking himself off. That cock inches from my pussy promised a world of pleasure. “You’ve been very naughty. Making me wait for what’s mine. Thinking you get to be in control. You were never in control. Now beg me for my cum.”

  That’s when the realization hit me. He had been playing with me the whole time.

  “Omegas obey, and I’m going to make sure you fucking obey. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t have a single thought that’s your own. I’m going to take everything, Healer, and just when you think I’ve got everything. I’m going to take some more.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Although there is a great variety in the physical size of all dynamics, Omegas lean to the smaller side of the spectrum, just as Alphas and Deltas lean to the larger. Many Omegas died during the violence of the Awakening. Those that survived were miss-categorized as Mus and considered of little value in the new world.

  It was several years after the Awakening when the Omega dynamic was identified.
The first observations pertained to the change in scent. Those who first succumb to heat often did not survive the brutality of an untrained Alpha in rut.

  The ruling Alpha caste expedited a search across all infected worlds. Omegas became a coveted prize of the strongest who rutted, bred and forced the captured Omegas into a pair-bond.

  As much as I rail against present day Omega rights, I recognize that this thin veneer of civilized governance is a vast improvement over the dark Awakening days.

  Doctor Lillian Brach

  Anna

  THIS HAD ALL gone very wrong. It was an eight-hour jump until deployment, and I had a terrible premonition that James Hudson would spend all of it tormenting me.

  I had made a grave mistake.

  Two mistakes if I was brutally honest. The first one in refusing to invest, and the second in changing my mind.

  I should have just accepted. That I wasn’t his type was irrelevant. We were at war, and there was no room for false pride. The recruiter was unkind even mentioning it.

  Those words had still hurt though, and what made it all worse was that Hudson was exactly my type. He had conditioned me on that fateful day when I had first revealed my dynamic. I had dedicated a great deal of daydreaming to Hudson—all of it, if I was honest. His arrival in my life two years ago, and at such an impressionable juncture, had made this inevitable. But now, and especially seeing the way he was studying me with that hard, uncompromising stare…I shivered. He was a man who knew how to control, how to command, and yes that was exactly my type, his compelling face and that built body completed my doom. From his first words, as he walked into the recruiter’s office, I’d been under his control. Loved the way he had bristled with aggression toward the recruiter as he walked me along the corridor with his fingers around my throat.