Chapter 7 Zora #2
I let out a short, breathless laugh and run a hand through my messy hair.
The golden-blonde puffs feel tangled and wild.
I probably look like a hot mess. I lean into the glow of the screen, searching his eyes for the comfort I seek.
“I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.
I just had some really bad dreams. I saw you were on and I just..
. I want someone to hang out with. Maybe have a little fun to get this energy out of my system? ”
Friday leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He projects a slow, steady calm that makes the room feel smaller and safer. “I can help with that. But first, Zo... do you have a knotted dildo handy?”
I bite my lip, feeling a flush of heat. I glance toward the nightstand. “I have a dildo. But it’s not knotted. I’ve... I’ve never actually taken a knot before. I’m a knot-virgin.”
Friday’s eyes crinkle with a smile. “That’s perfectly okay, Zo. There’s a first time for everything, but tonight we’ll use what makes you comfortable. Get the one you have and get above the covers. Take off those sweats. I want to see you.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. I stand up, kicking off my sweatpants and sliding out of my underwear. I climb back onto the bed, sitting on top of the velvet duvet. I pull the dildo from the drawer; it has a realistic look and feel to a Beta cock.
Friday raises a hand, gesturing for me to settle. “Good. Now, I want you to get comfortable for me, Zo. Prop yourself up on those pillows. Make sure you can see me and make sure you’re relaxed.”
I do so, sinking back against the headboard, my legs parted slightly. The camera is far enough back that he can see my side profile.
“There. Perfect.” Friday’s voice drops into a rhythmic, hypnotic cadence. “Now, close your eyes. Picture a white house on the edge of a cliff. You can smell the salt and wild rosemary that grows nearby. Waves crash outside, and inside the house, the fire in the hearth crackles.”
I relax into his words. The stress of the night eases away a little.
Friday shifts his shoulders against his chair.
“I’m in the house with you. I come up behind you while you watch the storm outside.
Reaching out, my hands find your waist and pull you back against me.
I let you feel my erection through your silk robe.
I lean down and kiss your neck, right where your scent is strongest. My hands run up your sides and fingers tug the silk tie of your robe loose until it falls away.
I run my palms over the curve of your hips and up your spine, letting you feel the weight of my touch. You belong here. You’re my Omega.”
The words send a jolt through me, a liquid heat that settles deep in my lower belly.
I look into the camera and grin. I crawl forward on the duvet, dropping onto my elbows so my face is level with the lens.
I lift the dildo, holding the thick, smooth shaft close to my cheek as I stare into the screen.
“I want to show you how much I belong to you.”
Friday’s free hand digs into the leather armrest of his chair; his shoulders stiffen against the backrest. He tracks the movement of the silicone against my skin. “Then show me, Zo. Show me exactly what you’d do for your Alpha.”
Please let this look sexy. I've never done anything like this before. I bring the head of the dildo to my lips.
Friday shifts the chair back so I can see more of him and pulls his cock out of his boxers, his eyes darkening. He pumps his shaft with a slow, deliberate intensity, his hand sliding the full length of his erection. My eyes widen as I see the distinct knot at the base.
Friday’s other hand comes up to squeeze his knot, his knuckles white against his pale skin.
I swirl my tongue around the tip of the silicone, then slide my mouth down over it. I make sure he can see every movement, the way my cheeks hollow as I take as much as I can. My head bobs in a steady, rhythmic motion as I increase the speed, my eyes fixed on the screen.
He leans back, his breathing audible. “That’s it, take it deep. Suck on it like you’re trying to pull my soul out. Imagine the taste of the salt on my skin, how I’m hitting the back of your throat.”
I moan around the dildo, the sound muffled and wet. I watch the way his hands work him, the slow rhythm of the pump and the pressure on his knot.
His grip tightens. “Now, lie on your back, facing the camera. I want to see your pussy and exactly where I’m going to fuck you.”
Letting go of the dildo with a pop, I move the pillows to support my head so I can face the camera. I lie back and spread my legs wide for the lens. The cool air of the room hits my wet folds. I run the tip of the dildo between my breasts and down along my stomach to my thighs.
Friday’s hand moves faster. “In the house, I’m pushing you back onto the rug by the fire. I’m hovering over you, the heat from my body pressing you down. I’m going to slide into you and fill you until you can’t think about anything else. Follow me, Zo. Take it.”
I guide the slippery dildo to my opening. I slide the head in, then the shaft, gasping as it fills me. I slide it all the way in, the base pressing against me, creating a delicious, heavy pressure that makes me wish it was a knot.
His head falls back. “Faster, Zo. Show me how much you need this. Show me how much you want my cock.”
I pull the dildo nearly all the way out before plunging it back in with a wet, rhythmic slide, pumping in time with his.
My other hand reaches down, my fingers finding my clit and working it in tight, frantic circles.
I lose myself in the rhythm of his breath and the internal stretch of the silicone.
I watch him on the screen, his face tight with focus. A glistening bead of pre-cum leaks from his tip, catching the light as his hand continues its relentless rhythm over his long shaft. My mouth goes dry, then floods with saliva as I track the drop. I want to taste him.
My core clenches as the pressure reaches a breaking point.
I squeeze the dildo as my fingers work my clit through the rolling waves of my orgasm.
I scream, “Friday! Fuck, I want you for real.” I don’t look away, watching him as he reaches his own peak, his body tensing as ropes of cum spill from his tip, his eyes never leaving mine until the very end.
Friday cleans himself up with a cloth, his chest still heaving as he looks at the camera with a lingering lust. “That was... exactly what I needed. I enjoyed that more than I can say, Zo. I’m already looking forward to our next session.
” He leans back, his breathing leveling out. “Do you feel more settled now?”
A smile tugs at my lips as the post-orgasm haze hums in my blood. “I do. Thank you, Friday. I can’t wait to see you again, too.”
He sits forward, his hand moving to his mouth. “Well, I hope to see you soon, Zo. Have a good day.”
I nod. “You, too. “
Reaching out, I tap the button to disconnect.
The sudden silence of the penthouse isn’t heavy anymore; it feels like a clean slate.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand and realize it’s already 7:00 AM.
There’s no point in trying to force myself back to sleep now.
I have a long day ahead of me; videos to edit and a stack of edited clips from Jules to review for the channel.
The Radiant Life aesthetic requires constant maintenance, and I’m already behind.
I lie there for a few more minutes, letting the post-orgasm relaxation linger.
The sudden chime of the elevator makes me jump. “Mail delivery!” A woman’s muffled shout comes from the foyer before the elevator door dings again.
I grab my silk robe and pull it on, my fingers fumbling with the belt as I walk toward the living area. No one stands in the small hallway.
A plain tan box sits in the center of the marble floor.
Mailing labels stand out against the cardboard.
I remember ordering several sets of throw pillows and decorative lights yesterday for the upcoming stream with my followers; we planned to decorate the Nest together.
Yet, this package doesn’t resemble an delivery. It lacks the familiar blue Prime-tape.
I kneel on the floor, my hands shaking as I pull the packing tape free. I lift the cardboard flaps.
Inside, nestled in black silk, lies a collection of high-end toys in their original boxes.
The text on the packages says they’re for long-distance couples and connect via Wi-Fi.
Next to them sits a pair of heavy, velvet-lined steel handcuffs with a small, sleek device attached to where a key would go to unlock them.
The metal glints under the foyer lights.
A small white card rests on top of the cuffs. I pick it up, my heart thudding against my ribs.
I want to see you again soon. — Saturday.
A gasp hitches in my throat, but it carries a spark of heat rather than dread.
Saturday, the Alpha from the RAA. He utilized the gifting feature on the site.
I remember the fine print of the contract now.
The service allows Alphas to purchase gifts for their Omegas through a specialized logistics portal.
Saturday doesn’t have my address. He doesn’t even know my real name. The RAA team handles the shipping.
The realization sparks a thrill in my chest. He took the time to choose these. He wants to see me use them. I run a finger over the velvet lining of the cuffs. The material feels soft, a promise of comfort beneath the weight of the steel.
The Radiant Life brand requires me to stay in control, to project a life of curated safety. But Saturday offers the chance to let the mask fall. He wants the submission I struggle to give anyone in the real world.
I carry the box back toward the nesting room. I set the package on the bed and open my laptop. The morning sun floods the room as I hit the button to open the curtains.
I log into the portal. Saturday’s profile sits dark, his “Away” status on. I navigate to the calendar feature. I want to ensure no other Omega occupies his time tomorrow evening.
I find his availability for the next evening and select the prime slot, the one that ensures the longest possible session. I confirm the booking; the notification appearing as a green checkmark on my dashboard.
Soon, I will have Saturday’s attention again. I want to see what Saturday has in mind.