Chapter 77
“Come on…” I muttered to myself as I passed the extractor across Jay’s temple. I’d spent the last few days modifying the tech to work closer to how I’d rigged up the NeuroManipulator before I’d lost my memories.
It now sort of worked as a hybrid of sorts. I’d used it in the early stages of Jay’s recovery to remove a lot of the invasive memories Luke and Dr. Grey had implanted, but now I was more interested in untangling as many of the ones that seemed to have been fused together in a weird way.
I’d managed to increase the range of the electromagnetic fields that the extractor generated, and now it created a deep sucking/pulsing function that allowed me to latch onto memories, then drag and tug on them.
This allowed me to gently untangle much of what Jay had confused as real vs.
fake, and we’d made a great deal of progress since I’d implemented this new advancement.
“There, got it!” I cheered, as I was able to finally dislodge a violent memory of Jay nearly getting blown up by enemy soldiers on a beach from a memory of him celebrating his tenth birthday with his dad and Sebastian.
Jay smiled up at me from where he was lying in the surgical chair, and he reached up to cup my face, tugging me forward into a deep kiss.
“Mmm, thank you, baby. That feels much better.”
“Of course. Now, just let me extract it now that it’s untangled, and we can take a break.”
Jay nodded and closed his eyes as I carefully deleted the traumatic beach memory, and I felt a lightness flood my chest as the horrible, violent scene blinked off the projector.
“There, all done.”
Jay sat up and swung his feet to the floor, giving me an impressed smile.
“You really outdid yourself with this,” he murmured, holding his hand out in a silent request to examine the device.
I handed it to him before busying myself with shutting down the projector and tidying up my workspace a little bit.
“Yeah, hopefully now I can get most of that army stuff out of your head without damaging your core memories.”
“Maybe let’s not delete all of them. I have a feeling that the combat training will come in handy.
I like that I know how to keep you safe now,” he said, though he wasn’t looking at me.
He was fiddling with the extractor’s settings, bumping up the new gripping feature I’d installed until it was maxed out.
“Sure… I can leave that, but you have to promise me you’re not going to use it to kill innocent people anymore,” I said sternly, thinking of all the people he shot when he was trying to get us out of Neurovance.
Jay glanced at me, his expression blank and dry. “No one who hurts you is innocent.”
He said it so seriously that I shivered beneath the intensity of his gaze.
“Did you… Did you really kill Dylan?” I whispered. I’d been wanting to ask him about that for a while now, but there just hadn’t been a good time.
Jay didn’t flinch; he just stared at me with that emotionless look on his face, and I knew the answer before he gave it to me.
“Of course. He was the first person I killed once I was strong enough to come back for you. I had a list.”
My mouth parted in surprise.
“You had a list?”
Jay nodded, though he wasn’t looking at me anymore.
He had a pensive look on his face as he used the magnetic fields to toy with the flesh on his arm, and I frowned.
He seemed mesmerized by the way the extractor gently sucked and pulled at his skin as he moved the tip up and down the length of his arm.
Without another word, he stood up from the surgical chair and turned to face me. He had a positively sinister look on his face, and I found myself shivering again, but this time, for a different reason.
Placing the extractor carefully on the surgical table, he smirked at me.
“Strip, please. Then get in the chair,” he ordered abruptly, and my mouth dropped open.
“S-strip?”
“Are you going to make me repeat myself, Milo? Every time you question me, you’re going to owe me another orgasm.”
Remembering how painful it had been to replenish after he’d completely drained me dry, I shook my head. I had no interest in provoking him into round two of “Make Milo come until his balls shriveled up.”
“O-okay, okay!” I blurted, kicking off my shoes and fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. He watched me undress with hungry eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
My heart soared at the sight of that tiny smile, and suddenly, all thoughts of Dylan were gone from my mind.
All that mattered was keeping that smile on my man’s face.
Once I was fully naked, I climbed up into the big surgical chair, grateful that the white leather was still warm from Jay’s body heat as I lay back.
Jay came to stand next to me, and I quivered beneath his gaze as he deftly reached under the chair and released the lock mechanism for the stirrups.
My eyes widened as I realized what he was going to do.
“J-jay…” I breathed, my entire body flushing with heat as he casually walked around the other side of the chair to flip up the second stirrup.
“I wanted to fuck you in one of these chairs when we were at Neurovance, but it was too risky. Luke could have walked in at any time… but now… Now I have you all to myself.”
That sinister little smirk of his widened as he guided my leg up into the stirrup, before using one of the thick leather straps to belt me in.
With slow, unhurried movements, he repeated the motion on the other leg, and I shook helplessly as he slid both the stirrups back slightly, spreading my already exposed hole even wider for him.
I was panting now, and my cock hadn’t wasted any time in hardening. Jay was circling me slowly like a shark circling its prey, and I jumped slightly as he reached out and traced the tips of his fingers up the sensitive skin of my side.
He chuckled softly at my reaction.
“So sensitive,” he hummed, and I shivered as he undid his belt and slid it out of his pant loops. “Hands, please,” he asked politely, and I immediately obeyed, beginning to feel a little lightheaded from how heavily I was now breathing.
He expertly wrapped the belt around my wrists, binding them tightly together before guiding my arms back over my head.
He must have fastened the end of the belt to one of the hooks under the head of the chair, because when he reappeared in my line of sight, I remained sufficiently restrained.
I could do nothing but lie there, completely spread open and exposed as he took his fill of me, his pupils so wide they’d eaten up the reddish gold of his irises.
“How does that feel? Any pain in your wrists?” he asked, his voice pure gravel.
I shook my head.
“N-no. No pain.”
“Good.” He licked his lips and leaned over the chair, pressing a tender kiss against my forehead.
“Don’t move,” he said, and if I didn’t know any better, I would say he almost laughed at his own joke. “I’ll be right back.”