“You moved because that's what my father has taught you to do. To make tiny mistakes, so that your surrender will feel more authentic. But I don’t want that.”
Autumn stares straight ahead without any sign that she’s heard me.
I tap the neural interface on the wall to allow me to feel her emotions. And all at once they come flooding into my body through my neural implants. Fear. Arousal. Shame. Confusion. Each one distinct but tangled together with the others.
I trace my fingers down her spine.
She shivers from my touch.
“Your heart is racing, Autumn. You feel that?” I put my wet hand over her heart to feel its vibration.
Goose bumps appear on her skin.
“Your body wants to meet mine like a savage animal, but your mind, not just my father’s training, is holding you back.”
On the outside, she looks composed as always, but I know her emotions are all over the place. Maybe there is more to Autumn than any of us ever realized.
“Look at me,” I command, but when she doesn't respond immediately, I grip her jaw tightly and force her blue eyes up. “I can break you,” I say, watching her pupils dilate. “I've perfected techniques to make women’s souls scream. And tonight, I want to find out if you even have a soul or if you’re nothing but a stupid, mindless human pet.”
Through my neural interface, I feel her genuine terror with a side of… relief.
Relief?
Goddesses.Does Autumn have a soul?
That thought takes me aback, and I have to take a second to steady myself before continuing. “Is there someonerealdying to be seen in that delicate body of yours?” I ask, tracing my thumb along her perfect jawline.
“Tell me,” I say, my voice dropping to a whisper as I lean close enough that my lips touch her ear, making her whole body shiver. “Do you want me to give your body what it's begging for?” My fingers tighten on her jaw, not to hurt her, but to control her. “The complete annihilation of everything you've been forced to become?”
She trembles in earnest, and I have a feeling this is the first authentic thing she's ever shown me.
“Stand,” I command, releasing her jaw.
She rises on shaky legs, the small gold piercings in her nipples moving with her, catching the chamber's light.
I can’t resist pulling on them just a little as I continue, “You know how beautiful you are on the outside, but I want to see if you have a soul on the inside. Now I will give you one opportunity to say no to this because I may kill you in trying to discover if there is anything more to you than this beautiful body.”
We make eye contact. Blue eyes to silver. I’m waiting for her to speak. To tell me to fuck off. Or to run away.
But she says nothing.
I take this as affirmation and move to another panel in the bathroom. It slides open at my touch. Inside is my private collection of toys, and I choose a neural stimulator.
“This device,” I say, holding it up for her to see, “amplifies sensation through direct neural manipulation. It’s an old Imperial prototype for battlefield empathy. I’ve repurposed it for truth. The pain you will feel will become exquisite, and the pleasure will become unbearable.” I activate the device and synchronize it with my own neural implants.Then I press it against Autumn’s collarbone, just above her heart, as a neutral place to begin.
She swallows hard as neural fire spreads through her system, learning her pathways and preparing her for what comes next.
Like lightning, I suddenly feel what she feels even more than with the previous interface, which now pales in comparison. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, focusing on the sharp electrical awareness between us. I feel her consciousness fracturing under the assault of unfamiliar sensations, but underneath all of that, I sense reprieve. As if she's been waiting thirty years for someone to finally look inside of her.
“Hold still,” I whisper as I move the stimulator down her sternum.
Her breath comes in sharp little pants as I continue the slow journey down her body, the stimulator purring against my palm. She twitches when it sweeps across the crease of her hip, and through the neural link, I feel arousal ripple through her nervous system like waves of powerful stinging currents.
My cock hardens instantly, painfully, a throbbing settling into my balls as her arousal triggers mine. I kneel between her legs and press her thighs open with my hands. Her scent floods my senses—warm, slick, andhuman. The stimulator glows softly as I bring it to her clit, and make full contact.
Goddesses, yes.
Theprimal moan that escapes her lips is also mine. Her spike of pleasure punches through my abdomen. It’s tight and sharp, dragging its heat straight into my cock, and my hips flex involuntarily.
