Chapter Five #2
He was trying NOPAIN on her? Hell narrowed her eyes. “I’m not negotiating anything with you. For one thing, I’m not your captive.”
“But think of the rest of the myth, Elena. It fits, doesn’t it?”
Helen was familiar with the story. In Greek mythology, Hades kidnapped Persephone and took her to the Underworld as his bride.
While her mother, Demeter, the earth goddess, looked for her daughter, she ignored her duties and everything started to die.
Hades made a bargain with Zeus. He would allow his bride to visit her mother every six months but she must return to the Underworld to stay with him for the remaining six.
And that was how the world had its seasons.
When Persephone came home, Mother Earth was happy and everything flourished; when she was in the Underworld, everything went into hibernation or died.
“In other words, if I don’t negotiate with you, the real world is going to dry out and die without me? Haha, Hades, you’re putting too much importance in my role. And umm, do you mind getting up? It’s very hard to have a conversation with a naked man lying on top of you.”
Now why did she have to pun about the hard part?
He mocked her with that smile again and still didn’t move.
She was going to lose her temper soon. Great, next she would be fighting and wrestling with a hard naked man.
This wasn’t quite how she thought she would experience VR. Well, not right now, anyway.
“We don’t have much time, Elena. The coming test depends solely on your success, and your success is my interest, my job.
Without the trigger, I can’t help you if you should have any problems.” His head dropped lower.
His breath warmed her cheek. “Without the trigger, I can’t talk to you when you’re remote viewing. ”
Helen refused to move her head those few inches to the left.
He didn’t seem to even realize that he was lying naked on a woman.
That was because he wasn’t really some Greek god hottie, you idiot.
He wasn’t real, and so her state of turned-on-ness wasn’t either.
“You’re in my head talking to me now so why not when I’m remote viewing? ”
His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face toward his.
“The theory is that you would be in an alternate state of mind. The function of this virtual reality training is to get your mind used to having me in it while thinking and knowing everything is virtual. But even with that, my participation isn’t guaranteed because I don’t have your talent.
When you’re remote viewing, it’s basically a personal VR experience.
You’re alone, seeing and accessing information with your senses.
But with TIVRRV, we’re going beyond that in this experiment.
We’ve prepared every way we could—brain wave synchronization, mental prep, physical compatibility.
I’ll be there with you, seeing what you see, and with your remote trigger, I can…
” he leaned even closer, his lips inches from hers “…communicate with you, be your second pair of eyes, and pull you out if there are any problems.”
Helen looked into those dark eyes and instantly regretted it.
The man was pure temptation. She had been craving chocolate for days and those sinful chocolate eyes were going to be her downfall.
She grasped for a lifeline. “Theory,” she said, and there was that stupid husky frog in her throat again. “That doesn’t sound promising.”
Her senses vibrated with need as his lips came even closer. She struggled to pay attention to his words, not to the heat rising between her legs.
“Every theory has a promise,” he whispered. “Theoretically, I’m not real, you thought so yourself, but…”
She swallowed the rest of his words as he kissed her.
Gently, as if he wasn’t sure whether she was real himself.
Tenderly, as if she was really Persephone being seduced.
Her lips parted involuntarily and she felt his tongue delve in, slow and deliberate in its search for hers.
Oh. My. God. The man could kiss. Or it could. Her virtual-made man. Whatever.
Stop thinking. Close your eyes.
She closed her eyes. That was him ordering you to close your eyes, Helen.
His tongue tangled sensuously with hers. She responded hungrily. This was something dark and forbidden, something that had been missing in her life for two years. Temptation to give in to feelings beckoned like some siren.
Open your legs wider.
Her limbs slid open without a second thought. Helen Roston! You’re not going to f— Every protest melted instantaneously as his heat dug heavily against hers. It didn’t help that she had enhanced that part of him a bit bigger than normal.
She had read all about teledildonics, a program used by people addicted to virtual-reality sex.
She hadn’t thought much about that use of the technology.
Her focus was on the self and how she was going to get used to a simulated environment.
She’d never thought about sharing it with someone else.
In her head. In a sexual manner. It hadn’t occurred to her that a program could be so seductive and sexy, that she would enjoy a kiss with something that wasn’t real.
“I can feel your wetness. Is that real enough?” Hades lifted his lips from hers, gently giving her swollen ones one last kiss. “You see? Everything, in theory, has lots of promises.”
Helen ran her tongue over her upper lip.
Two could play at this game. She reached down and did what she had been thinking of doing the last ten minutes.
He was hot and…very aroused. “Can you feel that with your sensors?” She gave him a squeeze.
“How does it feel to have something done to you and it’s not really happening? ”
“But it is happening. I can feel your hand, just as you felt my kiss.” His eyelids lowered. “With your trigger, it’ll be similar when you remote view.”
The man was unbelievable. Theoretically, he was having the experience of being pleasured by a woman’s hand, yet she wouldn’t have known that if she weren’t the one doing the pleasuring. Maybe it had been so long, she was losing her touch? She reached down with the other hand.
He grew larger in her grasp. She stared smugly into his eyes and even though they remained unreadable, she sensed steely determination in him. They were testing each other, and neither he nor she was going to give in. She had the upper hand. How far would he go?
As far as I want to take it. She was beginning to recognize that mocking tone.
You’re so damn good at reading my mind, find out the trigger code yourself!
Instead, he moved suggestively, pressing his thighs intimately against her, flexing himself in a way that didn’t require any mind reading on her part. “I could try, but I prefer your free will, Elena. Makes things easier. Your willingness to stay here. To work with me. Depends on your free. Will.”
He kept his sentences in time with short thrusts of his hips.
Helen sniffed, wanting to laugh. He wasn’t as controlled as he looked.
Giving you my secret means free will? Come on, Hades.
It gives you control. I might only have been through Phase Two of RV training but even they had given me warning about mental manipulators.
You’re betraying yourself, sweetheart. That’s Three.
Helen smiled. He’d betrayed himself, too. He knew more about remote viewing than he had let on, and he didn’t deny that he was a mental manipulator. Keep filing, Helen, keep filing. “Ooops,” she said aloud.
Hades smiled back, unperturbed by her testing him. “Give and take,” he reminded her. “So now I know you’re a little more advanced than they’ve trained you. Good.”
“Why, good?”
“Never let everyone know you have something extra up your sleeve, Elena.”
“And everyone includes you, right? But you plan to know everything.” Whereas she knew nothing about him. It irritated her.
“Not everything.” His voice now had that lazy edge of a man enjoying himself, and why not, he was grinding against her hand and body even as he was having this conversation, punctuating each short sentence in the most sexual way.
“Boring. I like to string it out. Next session. If you pass the test. Tonight.”
Oh, she would. She wasn’t going to come so far and not go that final…She stopped herself just in time. She peered up at him suspiciously. She’d almost given herself away.
I saw something.
Shit! She released him, disgusted with herself. She hadn’t bargained for this kind of access into her mind. She would complain to T….
“No one knows how far we can go with this. They want their supersoldier-spy. They didn’t ask how or what COMCEN’s going to do to achieve this.”
So T. didn’t know either. Like she’d said earlier, she was a lab rat around here. “Is this why we’re doing everything virtual? So you can see what you can do? You think you can remote view through me?”
“Theoretically. I already told you I don’t have your talent.”
She had many questions, but chose not to form them. Not yet. Something very important was being revealed to her and she meant to get him to talk. “Scientists have theories, Hades. And theories are a bunch of formulae and words. We are neither.”
“We are the drivers behind these theories right now. Why did they stop at Phase Two with you? They didn’t want to waste time and money, just in case you fail.”
“Become a mental case, you mean.”
“I’m not going to let that happen.”
Sure, sure. A virtual dream man was going to take care of her. The irony was totally befitting the situation. “Why not?” she challenged. “Are you going to change into a white knight and come to my rescue?”
His gaze was enigmatic and she pushed against him. “Why not?” she repeated.
“Give me the trigger and I’ll tell you.”