Finally, I am going to come.
I clench my body, anxious for the release. Crying for the release that has been denied to me by the Sovereigns.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Now!
“Yes,” one of the faceless men snarls in my ear. “You want to come, you little sinner, but you can’t; you don’t have permission from yourmasters, Sovereign Rafe or Shadow Sovereign Lorian. You have been denied.”
And then they’re all gone, all the grey holographic men and their big dicks have vanished, and I’m alone in my room.
I am utterly devastated.
For a moment, I don’t feel anything at all.
I collapse forward onto the bed with my wrists still bound behind me, my chest is heaving, and the gag is still wet and foul in my mouth, but my mind drifts off somewhere safer, somewhere numb. I catalogue the room. The walls. The silence.
I understand now why they call it Ghost Mode. Because this is what’s left of me
I sob bitterly against the sheets in frustration. Then a thought twists through me like a knife.Lorian wanted this.He gave me access to the bed companion because he wanted to see me sin, but by doing so, and then denying me an orgasm, he’s still punishing me on a scale much worse than Rafe’s.
I wiggle my wrists out of my bra straps and then take my underwear out of my mouth. I’m about to take a cold shower and find the Hallo root when my computer notifies me that I have a message from Sovereign Lorian.
I saw you sin, and I heard every syllable and every moan. You betrayed our trust and begged the holograms like a human pet. Tomorrow you’ll beg for us instead.
The words burn into me, and I bury my face in the sheets, wishing this was a nightmare I could wake up from.How long will they keep me in orgasmic agony?
30
SURVEILLANCE REVIEW, RAFE
It’s nearlythe end of the Fourth Chime. The Watching.
The Spire is quiet now as most people have already fucked, prayed, or worked, and there’s nothing else to do but go back to sleep.
I spent my time working. Now all that’s left is to check on Eve before going back to sleep. She had her meeting with Lorian today.
I open her biometrics, and the Venus Lock’s readings immediately catch my attention. Pulse spikes. A full activation pattern—erotic. Sustained. I swipe to expand the data. The lock reports multiple peaks.No externalstimulation from staff. No sign of Lorian.
Which means she did it to herself. Except… the stimulation pattern istooclean. Too perfectly calibrated.
I isolate the room feed.
I stare at the screen. And then I play it.
At first, I just watch her body. Not her face. It’s easier that way.
Her pussy is already dripping wet when the holographic figures appear. No doubt Lorian worked her body hard in the shrine, which led her to this. What I assume isherfantasy. Not a gentle man who eats her out like she’s a delicacy to be savored. No, she chose a fucking group of men who treat her like a sex slave. And this was no mistake. She likes it. I can tell from her physical readouts. She kneels before them like she’s been trained to do it. Spreads like she’s presenting herself on a platter.
I watch one grab her hair. I hear the voice say, “Open your mouth.”
She obeys, moans, and says thank you. Her compliance is confirmed.
My jaw cracks from how tight it’s clenched. I pause the feed and study her frozen face, wanting desperately to orgasm. Pink lips parted, her big brown eyes completely dilated, and hips tilted to take more.
I glance down at the control panel with these images running uncontrollablythrough my mind. Then I notice a security setting I never approved.
Lorian gave her access to the bed companion. Of course he fucking did. I study it more, and I make sure she won’t be able to reach completion. And she won’t. My brother can be such a sick fuck sometimes.
I sit back in my chair and calmly hold my finger over the neural stimulation sync keyed to her Venus Lock.
