Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
But I like it too. Otherwise, why do it?
I know in her mind she’s panicking. It’s just a normal response to being choked. But she’s well-trained and, after a couple of seconds, she relaxes. Utterly and completely. As if she’s got no will to live and wants me to strangle her to death.
I would never do that and the moment I feel her relax, I ease back and let her breathe.
Usually, after I let go, she starts begging me to fuck her. Or she crawls into my lap and starts kissing me. Sometimes, if I’m sitting in a chair, she just kneels down and tries to suck my dick.
But everything is different this time because she goes absolutely stiff. I’m thinking about this reaction when she starts trembling. Which is a sign of fear.
Of course, I know she fears me. She must fear me. If she doesn’t, and I’m not there to pull her strings, she might make her own decisions and that would be bad. But her fear doesn’t often manifest after being choked. She’s been programmed to find it exciting and provocative.
So I’m confused.
“What’s wrong, Olive? You don’t like me anymore? Hmm?” I remove my hand from her throat and place two fingertips on her jaw, turning her head, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Who do you like better? Shep?”
And then I make her see him instead of me. I project his face into her mind and become him.
Olive starts blinking rapidly, pulling away from me.
But I laugh. “Maybe you prefer Collin?” And then I make her see him. “Kinda weird though, right?” My hand slips over her breast. “Being in bed with your brother?”
This breaks her, as it was meant to. And she blacks out, going limp in my arms for a reset.
I shouldn’t play around with the illusions like that, but I like it. It’s fun. And anyway, I hardly ever do it. Not anymore.
Olive goes stiff, then she gasps and sits up in a panic. I allow it because she’s always confused after a reset. Instead of being angry, I decide to enjoy what comes next. Which is a correction. Because she’s not allowed to think. I’m the one who thinks. She’s the one who acts.
Those are the rules. And if she starts thinking, she’s breaking them.
She’s breaking us.
“What’s happening?” Olive asks.
I open my arms wide. “Come here. Be with me.”
She looks down at me, still confused. It doesn’t wipe her memory, this reset. It adjusts her perception. So she remembers that she saw something weird.
“Olive?”
“What?”
“Why are you hesitating?”
“Is this a dream?”
I smile at her. She’s so sweet. But instead of responding to my smile and reacting appropriately, she gazes at my face with a blank stare, as if she’s getting lost in it. “Olive!” I snap.
She jumps. “What?”
“Should I spank you? You’re being bad.” My voice is not playful anymore. I’m very annoyed that she’s not reacting in her typical, well-trained manner.
She doesn’t answer me, just settles back into the bed, pressing herself into my chest so I can hold her. And then I pet her head like the good girl she is. “That’s better,” I croon into her neck. She shivers. “Now. Let’s go over everything again, shall we? Who are you?”
She is this close to saying her own name, and I am equally close to twisting her nipple until she screams. But she catches herself and gives me the correct answer. “The mission.”
I flip her over on her face, pressing her shoulders into the bed. Then I part her hair along the back of her neck and lean in to kiss that little dent where her spine meets her skull. “That’s right,” I whisper. “My mission is you and your mission is me. Say it.”
She does. “My mission is you and your mission is me.”
“Again.” My voice a bit louder now.
“My mission is you and your mission is me.”
“Again!” I yell it.
“My mission is you and your mission is me.”
I bite her shoulder while simultaneously pushing her legs open so I can slide my fingers down her ass cheeks and right up to her pussy. “Nice,” I tell her. “That was nice. Now you get a reward. I’m in a good mood and you’re finally being a good girl, so you get to pick your prize. Choking or spanking?”
I wait. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Finally, she says, “Is this a dream?”
“Of course it’s a dream, Olive. How else am I here? You left me.”
“That’s not true! You—”
I slap her ass so hard, she yelps. “Spanking it is,” I say.
“No!” She tries to get away, scrambling across the bed.
But I just grab her by the arm and pull her back. Then I flip her over on her back, straddle her hips, pin her shoulders to the bed, and stare down at her frightened face.