She pulled off her tee shirt impatiently. Her skin felt feverish and tender to the touch. She sat down by the side of the pool, gasping at the heat of the tiles on the back of her thighs. This was ridiculous. Even her butt was hot.
The water looked so inviting, lapping at her feet. She swore she heard it call her name.
Danger.
She looked around warily but there was no one. It was just her and the lovely swirling water. She frowned, looking down at the water again. Why was her instinct warning her?
Blue, so blue and cool looking. She was so damn hot.
She gave her surroundings another look and, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she slid into the water.
She gasped and turned to escape but it was too late. Sensations took her prisoner, sensations that she’d rather not feel right now. Sensations from a certain night. Multiplied a hundred times.
“Ohhhh.”
Just like before, she couldn’t see. Hands massaging her breasts. Lips on her skin, moving down her stomach. Heat. The heat burst into flames as those lips went lower and a wicked tongue started a slow tease. The hands and lips were relentless, and so familiar.
This was a dream, reenacting a memory. She should be able to move her hands, push him away, if she wanted to. Dammit, she should be able to see him.
She opened her eyes. She couldn’t move her hands. Or feet. She was chained to the bottom of the pool now, on all fours. She pulled at the iron clasps. A shadow at the periphery of her vision. She tried to turn her head to see but he was already straddling her from behind.
This wasn’t possible. She’d be drowning if she were underwater. Yet she wasn’t even fighting for breath.
Just a dream. It was just a dream about her faceless monitor. Immediately the image of her avatar appeared. And Hades was straddling her, pushing his erection inside her.
She gasped. Oh Lord, she had used the computer program to enlarge that part of his anatomy. Oh. Lord. She closed her eyes tightly.
This was just a dream. If she kept repeating, she might wa— She gasped as he thrust fully into her. His thighs pushed against the back of hers as he leaned forward, using his weight to push her upper body down onto the floor, forcing her legs to open wider. He thrust again. She gasped into the back of her imprisoned hand, feeling the weight of the male body against her. He was deeply inside her now.
His free hand reached under her. Trapped on the tiled floor, she couldn’t move as fingers found her already sensitive nub. She could feel herself getting wet as he explored intimately. No, not possible...she was in a pool...
“It’s only...a...a...” She moaned as her world zoned in on the paralyzing pleasure that took over as fingers moved in tandem with Hades’ slow thrusting.
THE SEXUAL FANTASYhad to be the imprinter in control of the imprintee’s pleasure. Jed needed Helen to want and need her avatar and monitor. Both were inclusive.
He turned on the program that projected his avatar’s body likeness into his sensor suit. The weight that Helen had chosen for him. The height. He felt the heaviness of his extra-big erection. He mentally saw himself as Hades, Helen’s virtual trainer.
He imagined her at the pool, taking off her clothes, showing off her curves to him. She had felt so good in his arms. Beautiful breasts. All these months, he had wanted to kiss and play with those breasts. That other night, he’d made sure he’d given them plenty of attention.
He would take her on all fours in his fantasy and if his theory were right, it’d be projected into her theta state, just as his dreams had. She would fight him, of course. Maybe he could chain her to the floor instead of giving her one of the pills. He visualized her on her knees, hands and feet pulled apart by iron clasps.
He climbed over her, positioning her panting, waiting body. He leaned his weight on one hand as he nudged her open for him. He pushed.
A hiss of sheer bliss escaped his lips. The virtual reality program felt so damn real. Determined, he focused on how good it had felt to be inside her. His whole body shook as his virtual self responded to his fantasy. He thought of making Helen come while she lay under him, with him deep inside her like this. She liked it slow that night. He’dkeep it slow now too and he’d rock back and forth slowly. Like this. Till she was close to coming. Then he would—
THE BUZZ CAME THROUGH, disturbing the monotony of the theta waves. Helen heard herself moaning.
“No...”
She didn’t want it to stop. Not yet...
Just a dream. Why was she dreaming? She had set the alarm to stop at theta and not allow her to go to REM, rapid eye movement, the dreaming stage of relaxation.
Her whole body was on fire and she tried to kick off the sheets tangled around her feet. She gave a soft and low frustrated growl as she tried to hold on to her dream.
The sound waves were so loud. She frowned. She remembered now. She had programmed it to keep resetting itself back to theta, to keep her brainwaves constant...but why was it so loud?
She could feel her mind giving in to the sound, as she’d trained it to do so many times before. But she was supposed to stay in theta, so why was she dream...
