“Then you're just property.” I touch her soft face. “Magnificent and valuable. But ultimately just a thing to be owned.”
She closes her eyes. Not in surrender, but in thought. “I don’t know if I have a soul,” she says quietly. “Help me find out, Lorian. Take me over the edge with you. Break us both open to find out.Even if we die. I want to know.”
Without another word, I move the stimulator’s setting to maximum and place it between her legs. My muscles seize with hers. My cock twitches against her stomach, dripping with want, aching in a way that’s no longer even about release. It’s about endurance and understanding.
Pleasure begins to give way to pain. Pain then folds back into pleasure. And somewhere in the spiral of agony, I feel her panic giving way to something primal. Not submission or obedience,but truth. Her truth, and mine.
I deactivate the stimulator and, gripping her by the roots of her hair, I plunge her face into the neural bath water, intensifying everything we are feeling together.
She struggles against me, unable to breathe, but I hold her there, while bringing the simulator back to her clit with my other hand.
With her head underwater, she begins to thrash uncontrollably.
Through our neural connection, I know she’s seeing black through the sumptuous pleasure and doesn’t know if she’s breathing or dead. And one thing we both share is that neither of us knows whether we actually want to live or die.
At the last second, I realize it’s my hand holding her down. I pull her quickly up from the water before it’s too late. I drop the stimulator, and it falls to the wet floor.
She coughs and gasps for air and then collapses on the bathroom floor. Her body is slack, vagina dripping, and mouth open as she struggles to get air into her lungs like she’s been reborn.
“Now,” I say, staring down at the trembling creature sprawled before me, “let’s see what you are when there’s nothing left to hide behind.”
She crawls toward me, not with the trained elegance I’m used to seeing from her, but with the wild, broken urgency of someone choosing, possibly for the first time in thirty years, to give something real to someone else. Her hands shake, and when she reaches me, she presses her face to my thigh, not in ritual submission, but in desperate communion.
I sink my hand into her blonde hair. “Is this the creature you’ve been hiding?”
“Yes, and I want you, and not because you want me or because I have to. Because I can.”
I pull her into my lap and move us both onto the lip of the neural bath. The charged water kisses our skin, amplifying every sensation even more.
Her legs wrap around me, and I position myself as if my life depends on it, and press my hard cock inside her, stretching her wide in one deliberate thrust. The sensations of our joining are amplified allaround us, and I can hardly remember where I am. All I feel is pleasure.
She gasps without pretense, and her body clamps around me like she’s trying to hold my cock inside of her forever.
“Good human,” I whisper against her ear.
The neural link flares as I begin to move inside of her, and her arousal bursts through me like a second heartbeat. I feel her relief, her rage, and herrightto this. Her right to me, just as I feel I have a right to her.
As I pull out of her wet body almost completely and then violently plunge back into her, I feel her soul scream through the connection.
Then we both move in a furious rhythm, brutal, unchoreographed, butauthentic. Two souls communing through the pleasure of the flesh.
“I feel your soul, Autumn,” I say as my vision blurs from the overwhelming sensations of fucking her and the neural bath caressing me with every thrust.
Her pleasure crests, falters, and then tears through her again. She’s sobbing, but not from pain, from recognition. Finally, her entire body seizes and then collapses against me, drenched and shaking.
My orgasm quickly follows hers, and I don’t even know whose pleasure I’m feeling anymore.
Mine.
Hers.
Ours.
It doesn’t matter.
The boundary that separated us an hour ago—master and pet, or even skin to skin—has vanished. Autumn and I are meeting each other without our physical bodies.
We are meeting soul to soul.
