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He didn't want to fuck her. He wanted to own her. To lash her body to his pleasure and her mind to his whims. To strip her of her ambitions, her independence, her will, and leave her exposed as the helpless slut they both knew she was. She would serve his desires and beg for his cock. She would plead to be made his, grovel to give up more and more of herself, until she couldn't even remember a time before his control, before his words had become her thoughts and his pleasure her purpose.
As these images danced between Seb and his phone screen, he could feel the Vox stir. The gates in his mind were opening, flooding his body with power. His cock strained against the confines of his jeans, arousal and avarice pumping through his veins.
Seb glanced over his shoulder, confirming that the narrow window in the door was clear: nobody was waiting or spying outside. He carefully unzipped his pants, ensuring that his back would be blocking the view, before sliding his boxers aside and allowing his erection to pop free. He began the recording on his laptop, then slid his hand beneath the table, stroking and stoking the heat between his legs, Chelsea's pictorial surrender still blazing before his eyes.
For once, he didn't shudder from the Vox's visions. He welcomed them. Allowed them to sweep all other thoughts away. He imagined Chelsea on her knees before him, completely at his mercy.
"Listen closely, slave," he growled.
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Veronica sat in her darkened room, her laptop shining brightly on her sheets. Even with the door closed and blinds shut, even as she knew everyone else was asleep, she still worried that Chelsea would see her. The light of her screen was blinding, paralyzing, a gateway to a forbidden world, a beacon of her impending betrayal.
No...she wasn't a traitor. This was for Chelsea's own good. Veronica had tried to be reasonable. Had tried to face Chelsea as her friend. Now she needed to act as her protector.
Even if it meant causing both of them pain.
The cursor in her window blinked. Impatient to begin. So Veronica set her trembling fingers on the keys. And began to type.
"Good evening, Mrs. Jaeger," the email began.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous6 months agoOn and on it drags in bite-sized chapters of boring emptiness. I await patiently for something to happen that is inline with the promise of the description - since chapter 1!
onecuriousreader9 months agothis whole story, is driven by unfounded assumptions.. the entire plot gets unraveled, by the characters just having a frank discussion where they clear the air..
Aussie1951over 1 year agoVeronica is a fucking Dyke and wants Chelsea for herself
Anonymousover 1 year agoWow she's betraying her BF! Interesting! As far as the recording, all he has to do is command her to LISTEN. She'll have to listen to the complete recording.
mlrsdpicmover 3 years agoyou have the makings of a great story. Though you repeat yourself many times and do not go forward as much as I would like, a country way of saying you ramble on and don't get to far. If you ever complete this story you may want to do a rewrite and bring it along a little faster don't repeat so much plenty of material to use to make this story even better. I do applaud you for putting your work out there for everyone to read. waiting for the next chapters thank you
Anonymousover 3 years agoToo little happened in this story to warrant a 5 star. And the story overall is too good for me to want to give any part of it a mere 4 star.
A nice, slow burn is nice (as proven by FortySixtyFour's "AnimeCon Harem"), but it's high time for some real payoff. Preferably in a longer chapter... even if that means it takes longer to be released.
Keep up the good work. Here's to hoping Seb finds a way to satisfy his dark side (along with his slave[s]) without giving up on his morality!
Anonymousover 3 years agoYour writing is fantastic. I can't get enough. Your leave me infinitely satisfied and infinitely hungry for more each time. Bless you and your work
