Virtually Hers (6 page)

He turned the volume higher as the brain entrainment machine continued feeding them the cycle he’d chosen, between theta and REM. That was the level she had been in when she’d unexpectedly took in the images in his dreams as her own. He hadn’t been too shocked by the experience. Unconscious telepathy happened all the time among family members and lovers. The question was, in her sensitive state, would she now inadvertently take in the images and feelings of his private fantasy?

Conjuring an image of a naked Elena came easily. He’d like those strong legs around him again, this time with her moving in rhythm to his thrusts. He watched with interest as Helen’s legs parted tantalizingly, seemingly responding to the sexy visual in his head.

Mental trigger had begun.

The sound waves seemed to recede into the background as Jed gave in to total relaxation, focusing on only one thing—that sexual need he’d been building up for Helen Roston. He’d always been turned on when she started undressing herself by the poolside. In response, on the screen, Helen put a restless hand on her shirt, as if it was bothering her.

Was there some kind of telepathy compounded by their brainwave syncing?

He did enjoy it so much when he’d gone to her. “But now it’s your turn, Elena,” Jed whispered.

Chapter Four

Helen tried to focus. It was as if she were looking at herself from the wrong end of a pair of binoculars.

Hot. Itchy hot. Thank God there’s the pool nearby. It’d cool her off.

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 her hand. 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. No…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 fantasy had 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 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’d keep 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…

Her lips moved in protest even as her mind let go.

“If you want it, you have 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 he’d studied. 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 made his 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 struggled with 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. He 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.

He climbed on top of her and she caught glints of his blond hair in the semi-darkness. It was Hades, and all coherent thought disappeared as he kissed her, his big body covering her feverish one.

It was a long and erotic kiss, his tongue tangling with hers slowly, possessively, and she responded with mindless longing. His hands caressed everywhere, moving intimately over her body. The edginess inside her grew unbearable. She arched up against his heat.

“Like the other night,” she whispered. “Kiss me there, Hades.”

“Beg me,” he commanded, in that soft Southern drawl. “Beg me and I will.”

Her lips opened and the words came out of their own accord. “Please, Hades,” she heard herself saying.

Dream.

If she were dreaming, she would have Hades tied up, with her torturing him. This wasn’t a dream. This was VR…

“Lower,” she heard herself instructing. She struggled to stop herself but it was as if she were speaking someone else’s words. Her whole body throbbed with the need to have his mouth there. “Please. Lower. Yes.”

She cried out. It was exactly like their night together, with that incredible mouth teasing her as she lay there, not moving, letting him build her fire higher and higher. His hands gripped under her wide open thighs as his tongue wickedly tortured her clitoris rhythmically, over and over, until she thought she’d go crazy with need. She writhed against him desperately when she felt him withdrawing.

She didn’t even need any prompting. This time, on her own, she cried out, “Please, Hades, pleaassse, I want—”

A buzzing noise came through, forcing her reluctantly back to semi-consciousness. She was barely aware of her surroundings, her body silently screaming for release, her heart beating erratically. She was panting as her mind tried to will herself back to that pleasurable place.

“…want it,” she groaned out softly. She was so close, so close…

She heard the sound waves and remembered the first dream, the one with her underwater. She remembered that she had set the BE machine for three cycles. The sound waves were so loud…
call my name if you want me
…her eyes closed obediently as she surrendered.

“Hades…” she whispered.

He was a bastard for setting the buzzer off. He hadn’t wanted to. It took every bit of control in him to press that button. Fortunately, he hadn’t been fantasizing about fucking her. He didn’t think he would have been quite so willing to stop.

He was hot in his sensor suit, which was telling, as it was auto-temperature adjustable. He wanted out of it. He wanted a real live Elena in his arms, instead of a fantasy.

But he wasn’t in this business to be a nice guy. Even to himself.

Elena was moving restlessly, definitely reacting to his fantasy. He wished he could see what was going on in
her
mind. The BE machine showed her to be between REM and theta and he kept it at that level as he became more engrossed in his make-believe Elena, imagining her supine and willing, saying things that he knew she wouldn’t have in real life.

When he’d imagined her asking him to tie her up, stretching her arms over her head and opening her legs, he’d gone rock hard. His sensor suit with the “enhanced” feature tested every ounce of willpower he had not to go ahead and satisfy his desires.

He ruthlessly crushed his own male needs—very urgent male needs—and concentrated on the sound waves. A drop of sweat trickled down the bridge of his nose as he forced himself to relax.

“Hades…”

Her voice, a soft throaty sound laced with sexy longing coming over the intercom, tormented him to continue on, to finish this particularly erotic story in his head. He swallowed. No. Not yet.

When this was done and she’d accepted the trigger, he would act on all his fantasies. In real life, with no barriers or thought of missions and responsibility. He’d enjoy her like a man would enjoy a beautiful, sensual woman—slowly and joyfully. That was, if she didn’t kill him for what he’d done.

His lips quirked into a rueful smile. He understood perfectly well that the real Elena wouldn’t be as compliant and eager as his fantasy Elena, the one that he was having so much fun with in his mind. No, she would be an angry avenging wildcat after his blood. He settled back, still smiling. He wouldn’t have it any other way.