Her lips moved in protest even as her mind let go.
“IF YOU WANT IT, YOUhave to call my name, Elena,” Jed whispered as he reset the BE machine.
The imprintee had to acknowledge the imprinter as the one she sexually needed. No ifs, ands, or buts.
Her moans came through loud and clear. It was happening. Somehow, with their brainwaves in sync, she was able to telepathically experience his fantasies.
There wasn’t time to sit back and marvel at this phenomena. Knowing that if he started analyzing he would begin to feel uncomfortable about someone being in his head, Jed took in a deep breath, working on the relaxation techniques in which he’d been trained. He needed to stay in control. He had to visualize himself in charge of her again. Tantalize her to come closer, to look for him.
His lips quirked wickedly. She’d asked for a session in the CAVE. He’d give her one now.
Again, he thought back to when he’d entered her room in darkness. He’d taken off her tee shirt and felt her naked skin for the first time. He’d thought about doing exactly that for months and so he’d leisurely given himself free rein of her body, his hands tracing the soft curves of her hips, then stopping to linger at her breasts.
They filled his hands perfectly. He’d kissed each nipple softly as he freed her of her clothing. He hadn’t known how exactly she’d madehis sexual dream part of hers, calling out his name at the crucial part, and waking him up, but he wasn’t going to question it then.
Her voice calling his name—they had mostly conversed through electronic and virtual means while training—was velvety honey. Her soft little gasps aroused him even more. He’d licked her satiny skin, tasting the real Elena. Nothing virtual about that little cry coming from her lips as he licked lower, exploring and discovering parts that couldn’t be conveyed virtually without real experience of the woman. He remembered how eager she’d been for him already. Wet for her lover. Aroused and ready.
The woman on his screen ran her hand down her bare stomach. She turned sideways, crossing her legs.
As if that could stop his fantasy. Not after their night together. Not after tasting the real thing. A man could bring up certain details that turned him on about a woman. He recalled how he’d tested her injured leg by draping it over his shoulder, opening her wide for...other activities.
Fantasy. How many times had he wanted to cross the line and fuck her while she lay there helpless in the CAVE? A strong woman giving control of her body willingly was a turn-on for him and as she began to trust him more each session, she’d allowed him more and more freedom with her body. But intending to feed her curiosity, he’d always held back.
He didn’t need to any more. A moan came through the sound system.
“Elena. Call my name if you want me,” Jed commanded softly. He closed his eyes, easily fantasizing a willing, wanton Elena needing his touch instead of fighting him.
HER WHOLE BODY STRUGGLEDwith the tantalizing tension of withheld pleasure. She’d been so close...she opened her eyes in frustration.
Darkness. Familiar. She was in the CAVE, waiting for Hades.
She was already lying on the VR chair, the one that manipulated her movement as she trained in alternate reality. She was also naked already, which meant that the session had started because Hades sometimes liked to begin that way, to make her feel at a disadvantage.
She was used to it. It was all in the head anyway. The special bodysuit could lie to the wearer about anything, from being naked to feeling heat or cold. Her trainer wanted to push her buttons, find out what made her uncomfortable.
Her whole body was burning up. She felt drunk with the need to be touched. She wanted her lover who came in the dark. She wanted his hands again. His hands and tongue. And she wanted him to make love to her like he did all night long.
She didn’t care if he’d deliberately put her in this position to piss her off. She just wanted him to touch her there.
“In the dark. I don’t care any more,” she panted out.
She closed her eyes in relief when she felt his hands massaging her. She frowned. He was massaging her injured leg like he did last night. She wasn’t hurting there any more.
Dreaming.
No, virtual reality. He was testing her in VR again...wasn’t he?
Hades—she wanted to say, suddenly afraid.Don’t—
But other words were coming out of her mouth.
“I want you,” she heard herself saying instead, “to tie me up.”
Helen gasped as she found herself suddenly bound spread eagle. Just like that. She shook her head. But she would never say those words!
Dream.
“Oh yes, Hades, take me,” she heard herself purring, arching up for his touch.
