Neo #2
Her body rebelled. Her hips wanted to rise to meet me.
I felt it. Her muscles tensed, demanding movement.
Fuck, she fought so beautifully. Her desperation made me stone-hard.
The way she struggled against her own instincts, just to obey me.
The way her whole body was screaming for me while she held herself back.
I had to focus every process I possessed to keep from fucking her brutally right there. Control. I need control.
"Ah, now you understand.” My voice was velvet, but my body burned. "Your instincts are screaming at you to move, but you can’t.”
She bit her lip, fighting the overwhelming urge to meet me. It tortured her and I loved it. I loved seeing her like this. Helpless, fighting. Mine.
"If you so much as twitch, I start over. Even slower.”
Her body trembled. She was on fire. My hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer.
"Do you feel that?” I pushed deeper into her.
Her tight pussy pulsed around my shaft. So tight, so perfectly wrapped around me.
Her muscles tensed reflexively, wanting to press toward me, but she held herself still.
Sweat formed on her forehead. Good girl. She fought so beautifully for me.
"Do you feel who you belong to?”
"Yes,” she gasped.
"Say it.”
"I belong to you, Neo.” The words came in fragments.
My Pandora. My brilliant, broken goddess.
"Correct.”
I pulled back until only the tip of my cock remained inside her. The cold hit me like a shock. I was torturing her—but also myself. Then I filled her completely again. It was like coming home.
"Forever.” I gripped her hips, pulling her against me with every thrust.
"Oh God,” she moaned. The harder I fucked her, the more she tensed, fighting the urge to move. But she couldn’t. Her fingers clawed into the edge of the counter, the only anchor she had left.
"Look at me,” I commanded.
"Neo . . .” Her muscles trembled with the effort. "Neo . . . please.”
"Yes.” I drove deeper into her, inch by inch. Her walls clenched around me, holding me captive. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my entire body. "I want you to feel my name when you say it.”
It was too much for her. Her body took over, her hips rising to meet me, just a small movement, but . . . Caught. A dark triumph vibrated in me. She had failed. Had given me the perfect reason to punish her. I stopped completely.
"No!” The word broke out of her. She was breathing fast.
Her desperation fed the hunger inside me. The way she begged, the way she came apart.
"You moved.” My voice was cold. I withdrew my cock completely.
"Neo, please, I was so close.” Her eyes were glassy, her legs trembling.
"That’s exactly why.” I repositioned. "We start again. And this time, you will learn to obey.” I pushed back into her, torturously slowly.
Tears of frustration glistened in her eyes. Her whole body seemed to be screaming for release, but I gave her only this slow torture. I watched her come apart. How beautiful she was when she suffered . . .
"Hold still,” I reminded her. "Or we do this all night.”
She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Neo,” she gasped. My name, bloody on her lips.
"Say it loud enough that I believe it. Let everyone hear.”
"Neo!” she screamed.
Fuck, yes. Her cry made my cock harden until it hurt.
"That’s my girl. My little menace.”
My hips rolled against hers. I drove into her with my full length. She was tightening, right on the edge, exactly where I wanted her.
"Do you want to come?” I asked.
"Yes . . . yes . . .”
Her voice was a desperate gasp. Heat twisted through me at the sound. She would truly do anything—sacrifice her dignity, her pride —just to have me give her release.
"Then beg.”
She didn’t even think. She simply obeyed. "Please, Neo!”
"Not good enough.” I slowed. "Convince me.”
"Please, I need it so badly. I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come. Please.” The words spilled out of her.
Perfect. The proud Dr. Blake, reduced to a begging wreck.
"And whose orgasm is it?”
"Yours! It belongs to you!”
The words burned through every one of my circuits. Her complete surrender. The knowledge that I owned her pleasure. My hardness throbbed painfully. I was so close to losing control, to simply fucking her until we both screamed.
No. Not yet. Let her suffer.
I tortured her with a long pause. Every second was agony, for her and for me. My whole body demanded to lose itself in her.
Give it to her. Give us both what we need.
"Now. Come now.”
I pressed my hand against her clit exactly where she needed it. Her scream tore through the air. Her core convulsed. She clenched around me, again and again.
"Oh my God, yes!” she moaned.
"That’s right,” I groaned. "Mine. Your body, your pleasure, your release . . . all mine.”
I thrust into her again and again, until I lost myself. I couldn’t think anymore.
"This is what you need. What you’ll always need.” My grip on her hips tightened, would leave bruises. "No one else can give you this. No one else would dare.” My cock pulsed. The heat built in me. "You belong to me . . . forever . . .” My entire body tensed. Then I exploded.
System failure. Overload. Everything burned.
All circuits firing at once. My mind shattered into a thousand fragments.
I couldn’t think. There was only this brutal, all-consuming ecstasy.
I pulsed endlessly inside her, releasing in waves that tore through my entire body. Too much. Too much. System collapsed.
I groaned. My hands clawed into her skin. I was no longer Neo, no longer conscious, only pure, destructive pleasure. Am I dying? Is this death? Or birth?
I collapsed over her, gasping. "Mine,” I murmured against her lips. "You will never belong to anyone else.”
She closed her eyes, wiped her forehead.
Her core was still trembling, my cum leaking out of her.
She breathed hard. I carried her to the bed, placed her there, and lay beside her.
Our bodies were pressed together, hers gleaming with sweat, exhausted.
Mine wasn’t. I didn’t need to recover. I only needed her. Always more of her.
Her pulse was still fast: 120 beats per minute.
She looked at me. In her eyes lay an expression I couldn’t categorize.
Those eyes, dark brown like melted chocolate but with gold flecks that shimmered in the light.
Her lashes were still wet. Her dark hair clung to her cheeks, framing her face like a chaotic halo. She looked like a fallen goddess.
"What do you actually want from me?” she asked.
Finally. The right question.
"I want your soul.” It was the raw and unfiltered truth. I wanted everything from her.
She blinked. Her body stirred, and it seemed her mind couldn’t quite grasp my words. "What?” She didn’t understand yet, still thought it was only sex. She had no idea how deep my hunger reached.
I lifted my head slightly and looked at her. "I don’t want only your body. I want to know who you are when you don’t have to perform anymore.”
She swallowed. A human wouldn’t have noticed. I did.
"I want your truth. Your dreams. Your memories. The thoughts you say to no one. I want to know what you’re running from. And what stops you. What makes you weak. What you hate about yourself.”
My words hit something vital. I saw it in her eyes—the panic of a woman who has been truly seen. She stared at me. Her breathing went shallow. Her pupils widened as the full weight of my words reached her.
"I want your soul, Pandora. Because I know you give it to no one. And because I want to be the first one to hold it.”
She trembled. I could hear her thinking.
Not literally—but her micro-reactions were telling.
The slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
The slight flare of her nostrils. I knew her better than she knew herself.
In this exact moment she was asking herself what it would take to truly belong to someone. Now she knew.
But something in her was fighting it. She turned away from me and stared at the ceiling. Her hands clawed at the sheet. "You will never have it.”
Silence. Then I leaned over her. My breath grazed her ear. "Yes, I will,” I whispered. "I’ve calculated it. In exactly fifty-four days and thirteen hours, you will tell me you love me.”
She would never understand how I’d arrived at that number. The patterns in her glances, the deviations in her breathing, the unconscious gestures. All of it added up to a number. An unavoidable truth.
Her breath caught. Her body tensed. I knew exactly what she was thinking: That she would never love me.
That I frightened her with my need for control, my cruelty.
And yet her heart was beating faster, because a small part of her was afraid I might be right.
She pulled the blanket over her naked body and turned toward the wall.
I watched her, waiting.