Smith gave him a knowing smile. “Excellent. Are you attracted to men or women?”
Travis turned his head away.
“From studying your recent activities, I assume it’s women. I mean, I know you haven’t hooked up with any guys you’ve met at a bar. But you’ve had liaisons with women.”
“What? Have you been spying on me?” Travis managed to say.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have gone ahead with this operation unless I was completely sure of a successful outcome. Now I’m going to put you into a trance. The medication I’ve given you makes you susceptible to that.” His voice became rhythmic. “In a moment, I’m going to leave the room. Someone else will come in—a beautiful woman. She will walk to your side and stand over you.” He continued the sing-song, persuasive cadence. “She’s also one of the children from the Solomon Clinic. She’s here to fulfill your sexual desires. Sex with her will be better than anything you’ve ever experienced. You’re going to enjoy your time with her—very much.”
Travis shook his head, turning his gaze away again, trying to fight the man’s lulling voice and the temptations he was offering. But he now felt like he was swimming through thick syrup, struggling to breathe. He heard the door open and close, and he was thankful to be alone. But he was still a captive, drifting on the man’s words and the drug.
He closed his eyes, sinking toward sleep. Until a new voice called his name. A woman.
“Travis. Travis, I’ve been so anxious to get together with you.”
He snapped awake. “Huh?” he asked in a groggy voice, trying to bring her image into focus.
“We’re going to have a wonderful time,” she said in a sultry whisper. Smith had been the only one in the room with him. Now he had vanished, and as he had promised, a gorgeous, desirable woman was standing exactly where his captor had been.
She seemed very real, but where had she come from? Who was she? His vision wavered as he tried to study her. She couldn’t be real, he told himself, but here she was, big as life and twice as tempting. Her hair was long and blonde. Her eyes were startlingly blue. Her lips were pouty. As she leaned over him, her full breasts swayed toward him, almost spilling out from the low neckline of her lacy white blouse. If he could have lifted his hands, he would have reached for them.
No, this wasn’t...
He blinked again, trying to clear his vision.
“I’m going to bring you to the peak of pleasure. Do you understand?” she promised, her voice curling around him.
Again, he questioned his vision. But as her voice and her touch enveloped him, he was helpless to resist the suggestions she was sending him. It didn’t matter who or what she was—only that she was here instead of Smith. He had fought against Smith as best he could. There was no way to fight her.
“My name is Cynthia,” she cooed.
He had never gotten into what he would consider a meaningful relationship with a woman, but he had the normal male urges. And this woman was a tempting sexual partner. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he felt his heart rate quicken.
“You and I are going to bond.” As she spoke, she opened the button at the top of his jeans and opened the zipper before pushing down his briefs so that she could pull out his cock. He was already hard.
“Nice,” she approved.
He didn’t want this. He wanted to get away from her. But restrained on the table, he could do nothing to escape from this crude advance.
As Cynthia began to stroke him, she spoke in a lilting voice. “I’m another one of the children from the Solomon Clinic. I can read your mind. I know what you want.” She laughed softly. “Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it. You want to fuck me. But I can’t release your arms, so we’ll just have to do it this way.”
“No.”
“You don’t really want to resist me, do you? Relax, let me give you the ultimate pleasure.”
He wanted to defy her, but the drugs coursing through his system had taken over his mind. There was no way he could battle the woman or the sexual stimulation. Her voice droned on, telling him that they were bonding, that now they would be able to do all the things Smith had told him about.
His whole body trembled as he felt himself pulled into the sexual scenario. He was enflamed. Frantic with need. Trembling on the edge of release, but Cynthia teased him, bringing him close to climax, then stopping her maddening ministrations before he could come.
He groaned. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“You’re driving me insane.”
“Is that good or bad?” she murmured.
When he didn’t answer, she went on. “Do you feel it? Are we bonding? Will it happen when you come?”
