Chapter Four #4
Hades shook his head. “You know what to do.” That whisper came again even though his lips still didn’t move.
He looked so damn angelic she cursed herself for making him so beautiful.
She could see his tongue snaking out and he taunted her with a torturous demonstration of how slow he could be.
Each slide of his tongue went upwards for endless seconds and then he would stop and not slide down, leaving her pleasure incomplete.
He repeated the upward stroking until she thought she would go crazy with need.
“Hades...please...please,” she finally relented.
She suddenly found herself free and on top of him, in the exact position she’d seen Hades and the other woman in the mirror. He was looking up at her, his eyes half-closed.
“Do you want this?” that voice whispered.
Not a dream.
Helen hesitated. His fingers parted her wet folds and easily found her throbbing nub. He leisurely slid one finger up and down as he waited for her. Her eyes closed as she rocked against that finger. So close.
She turned and found herself looking at the mirror reflecting their bodies in the semi-darkness, hers so white on top of his.
She saw herself leaning forward and putting her weight on her knees.
Her derriere lifted. She felt Hades’ hands holding each cheek, squeezing them gently.
The head of his penis felt hot and ready.
She pushed down. Her breath came out in small gasps as her body fought against the invasion.
His size was splintering her apart but there was no escape as the hands on her ass were pushing down now too.
She felt his thick length forcing its way inside her and her head fell down against his chest helplessly as she gave in.
“Do you accept it?”
“Yes,” she whispered and moaned as his hips thrust up while those hands pushed. There was just no way...but this was a dream...
Not a dream...not a...
“It’s inside you,” Hades’ voice reverberated inside her head, interrupting her warning, “but you’re safe, Elena. You’ll be safe with me. Here is my trigger phrase for you.”
Helen frowned as she tried to understand the jumble of hushed words mixed with her own inner voice. She tried to focus but it was impossible when she was feeling like she was falling and burning at the same time. His fingers...oh God, when he flexed inside her like that...
“...trigger...you won’t remember this when you wake up. Call my name again.”
“Hades,” she said, panting, undulating. He was deep inside and she was coming...coming...
His voice was a soft murmur over the scream of pleasure bursting in her head. “Yes, take me, baby. I’ll keep you safe, I promise. Bury me deep inside like that. Can you feel me?”
He thrust up hard and she cried out against his chest. “Yes,” she replied.
She turned her head, caught the image of their entwined bodies. Sound waves. So loud. She kept watching, with him locked inside her, moving, flexing. She cried out with pleasure as the tension inside snapped.
JED BARELY MANAGED to turn the knob to delta wave, letting Helen settle into deep sleep. He didn’t think he could deal with her yet, not when his whole body ached for release like this. It had taken every ounce of willpower to follow through, to get her to do it.
Reshaping and remolding the mind was like handling a precious and fragile piece of art made of glass.
Some were so obstinate that they’d rather be broken than be manipulated.
He had to be so careful with a strong woman like Elena.
He’d whispered to her, urging her to not just be part of his fantasy, but to see herself and him in a reflection. Let her shape and form her own mind.
His suggestion must have worked because as he settled into his half-dreaming state, some of the stuff happening wasn’t his imagination at work. That mirror that’d shattered. The way she’d fought. Those weren’t his.
He had gambled on using the presence of another “woman” to push Elena into action.
It was easy enough to call up a female form and go through the motions of every teenage boy’s favorite wet dream from a music video—a romp with a voluptuous woman.
He hadn’t needed to be so extensive, but it’d certainly added a sexual charge when he’d realized that he really had succeeded in getting Elena caught up in the action.
Watching her getting so damn pissed off turned him on more than imagining a woman sexing it up with him.
He’d kept right on, fueling that jealousy, waiting for her.
The moment she’d grabbed the woman, he knew his fantasy was finally not just his anymore, but that he’d gotten her to actively participate in it in her dream state.
It was unexpectedly exciting. Never in his experience of implanting triggers had he ever had an encounter like this.
Helen challenged him like no one had before, pushing him to cross lines where he shouldn’t have.
He should have just allowed her to beat up her adversary; the triumph of winning would have served the purpose just as well since she was coming after him.
But the most wicked idea had popped into his head out of nowhere.
Face it, McNeil. Two women wrestling was all about your horny libido and not much to do with trigger imprinting.
The discovery, that he could make sure she didn’t hurt herself by the mere fantasy of giving his other “woman” his strength and taking away Helen’s, only added to his sexual enjoyment.
He didn’t deny himself the pleasure of getting that sexy lithe body in various suggestive positions for his perusal.
Yes, he was going to take her that way. And that way. And that way...
When he’d tasted Elena, it had felt so real. The experience had left him aching for more. She might not agree with him, but he was being tortured and teased just as much as she was.
She’d finally acknowledged him. She’d let him imbed their trigger.
“It’s done,” he rasped out.
She would hate him but he had her where he wanted. She would rest and then...she would come to kill him.