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“Begin the sequence,” Indigo said to some unseen person on the other end of the line.
In the room where Sophie was sitting, music started to play. She dropped the book and looked up, dead ahead. Alex felt an uncomfortable pang. That expression was the very same as the one he had seen on their wedding day. It was a sort of glazed hyper-focus. She was very much there, but also not there at all.
“What are you doing to her?”
“She’s in a trance. In this state, she’s very receptive to suggestion. Her therapist worked with her for months to get her to this point. When she hears that tune, she takes leave of her senses and waits for input.” Indigo glanced over at Alex. “You see, she’s a fuck puppet. She always has been. I let you play with the strings for a while, but I was the one who installed them. You think she’s yours? She was never yours. She belongs to me. That’s why I always know where she is. I made her.”
Alex had heard of this kind of technology, of course. Apex had all sorts of tech in development for neurological programming, and other techniques. Most of it went to the military, but some of it must have been cornered by Indigo.
“That’s why she couldn’t enter the building on her first day.”
“Not until she met you,” Indigo nodded. “It was our way of ensuring she came to your attention. She was primed and ready to go…”
“So she’s never had a choice in wanting me or not.”
Indigo shrugged. “What’s choice in sexuality anyway? We’re all filthy animals wired to fuck the best possible mates. It wasn't difficult to imprint her on an alpha billionaire male.”
“Flattery won’t save you from what I’m going to do to you, Indigo.”
“Hush,” Indigo waved his hand. “Just watch.”
“She knows she’s been a bad girl,” Indigo purred. “She knows she deserves to be punished.”
Lights flashed, a quick sequence there one second, and gone the next. They were nothing but blinking blips to him, but Sophie reacted very differently. She spread her legs wide, and let out an audible moan which turned into a helpless whimper.
“I’m so sorry, Alex,” she gasped. “Please… don’t…”
He was there. All of a sudden, in the room with her. Sophie was so relieved to see him, she just wanted to run and hug him, but she couldn’t move. The restraints on her arms and legs saw to that.
“Alex! It wasn't me! I didn’t mean to! I would never…”
He made a sharp motion with his hand, causing her to fall silent.
“You’re going to be punished, Sophie. You’re going to be punished long and hard for what you did to me.”
“But…” she whimpered as hot tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She was so full of regret and sadness, her mind so addled by the shock of seeing him she couldn’t formulate an argument. She was guilty. She knew that to her very core. And so did he.
There was something ever so slightly off to his appearance, and to the way she felt, but she kept coming back to his face, looking into his eyes, seeing the betrayal and disappointment and pain there, knowing that she had hurt him.
She felt a twinge between her thighs, arousal she couldn’t contain or control when she was around Alex. She was attracted to him so completely and viciously.
“You can't help yourself. Can you? Filthy little girl. You can be condensed down to that hole between your legs, Sophie. From the beginning, you’ve been nothing but a puppet. Now you’re a fuck toy. Just like you were always destined to be.”
Alex watched, transfixed, as Sophie writhed in the chair, her hand pressed between her thighs.
“Nothing is happening to her physically, but inside her mind, that wife of yours is being turned into the most abject little whore you could imagine.”
“What are you doing to her?”
Indigo let out a soft laugh. “It’s not what I’m doing to her. It’s what you’re doing to her. Everything she’s experiencing is being built out of her own memories. Did you fuck her hard? Did you use her like a toy? Did you punish her ass and ravage her there? Whatever you did, her fertile imagination is taking all those encounters and rolling them into one.”
She let out a scream which turned into an extended moan, her thighs quivering as she extended her legs further and pushed her fingers up inside herself, masturbating like a wild beast for the figments in her head.
“It’s hot, isn’t it.”
Alex had to admit, it was hot. It was sick, and wrong, and filthy, but it was hot.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sophie. You almost killed me. You’re going to pay for that…”
She felt his hand around her throat, his other hand tearing the clothing from her body, baring her to his furious gaze. Sophie had never been truly afraid of Alex before, but she was now. Her breath came in halting, stifled gasps as he pressed his fingers into her pussy and pulled them out covered in natural lubricant which had just one destination — her ass.
