CHAPTER 153: BODY DOMINATION

When the last wave of pleasure crashed over him, then rushed down his shaft to paint the walls of her hot hole, he collapsed backward.

As he slumped backward onto the mattress, his cock slid out of her hole and he watched as a flood of white sticky baby batter gushed out of her hole and dribbled down her slit.

Feeling his love juice sliding down her folds and in danger of dripping onto the bedcovers, she slid a hand between her legs and collected his seed, then shoved her fingers into her mouth.

His member had already begun to soften, but the sight of Samantha greedily collecting his spunk and shoving it into her mouth had him growing hard again.

Despite his re-surging erection, he was exhausted. He’d never fucked so hard in his life. If Samantha was like this all the time, Miranda might have to wait a lot longer before she got her turn.

He’d been resting back on his hand, legs spread, bracketing Samantha, but as the exhaustion hit him, he dropped back onto the bed and close his eyes. He could still hear her greedily collecting his seed and slurping it from her fingers.

This girl! He thought. He’d always just assumed girls were lying when they said they loved the taste of jizz. But Samantha seemed to genuinely like the taste of his.

He’d find out for certain when he soul bonded her. Something he was certain she’d accept enthusiastically.

The slurping stopped, and he felt her crawl on top of him. She lay on his chest and nuzzled her face into his neck.

"Hmm. Jack. That was so much better than my fantasies. You seemed so reserved and self controlled during classes. But wow, you really let your beast out tonight."

He chuckled, then reached up and wrapped his fingers around her neck, gripping gently, just enough to say, "You’re mine!"

"Hmm, master. Please, I don’t think I can go again tonight."

He lightly smacked her ass and said, "I don’t think I can go again either. I feel like I ran a marathon."

She giggled, then kissed his neck.

"Alright, let’s go get cleaned up. I’m about to fall asleep and I don’t want to wake up all sticky."

They got up and took a shower, washing each other but not having the energy for anything more than some kissing and gentle caressing.

Once they were snuggled under the sheets, and before they fell asleep, he sent her a soul bond request. He was certain he didn’t need to talk to her in a simulation first.

[Soul Bond Accepted: Samantha Norwood]

The moment he sent the request, she accepted.

She had snuggled up next to him, with her leg draped over his stomach and her head resting on his shoulder. So this was the first time he’d sent a soul bond request to someone that was in physical contact with him.

When he felt the bond forming, it felt different, clearer. He could sense her desires even though the bond hadn’t completed.

She wanted to be owned by him, to be ruled, mastered, physically dominated. Yet she also wanted to be cherished and loved, to be respected for her mind, and treated as an intellectual equal.

With a much clearer sense of their forming soul bond, he was able to guide the process towards something that would be satisfying to both of them.

He gently gripped her soul and pulled it closer, but instead of doing so with the intent to utterly dominate her, like he had with Isabella and Gerald, he instead aimed for something more subtle.

As soon as their soul bond completed, he pulled them both into his soul space, making them appear on his bed in his private room.

She sat up, eyes wide, and looked at him expectantly.

Through their newly formed connection, he sent a desire to connect with her mind. She opened to him immediately, eagerly.

"Cum for me," he sent.

"WhaAAAAHHH!" she cried out, shuddered, then she gasped, "W-W-What did you do to me?!"

Ooh, that was fun! An image of her trying desperately to remain silent in the middle of the library while wave after wave of orgasms crashed through her danced through his mind.

"I gave you what you wanted."

She looked puzzled.

"You want me to utterly dominate you physically, but treat you as an intellectual equal. So, when our soul bond was forming, I made it so I can command your body, but not your mind."

She looked shocked, hopeful, and nervous.

"Um, does that mean you can make me do whatever you want?"

"No. You’re not a slave. I can only command your body. And then, only if you allow it. I had to ask for access to you so I could send that command. And you can cut my access anytime you want."

"Okay, but what kinds of commands can you give?"

"Anything your body is able to do without needing conscious thought."

"Scratch your head briefly."

She reached up and scratched her head, then turned to look at her hand.

"Tell me the square root of seventy-eight"

"Um, what?" she asked.

"See, scratching your head requires no conscious thought. But math does. So your body obeyed the first command, but ignored the second."

"Ah, okay. But can you make me do the dishes, or scrub the toilet?"

"Probably not. I think it’s limited to actions that are already habit or instinctive. I also believe you should be able to resist anything that you perceive as undesirable. For example."

"Hold your breath until you pass out."

She close her mouth and stopped breathing. Her eyes widened, and she looked at him in shock. But she didn’t breathe.

He waited, watched, and counted. When he got to forty-eight, she exhaled, breathed deeply, then resumed breathing normally.

"That... Okay, that was a little scary, but also kinda cool. It was like I temporarily lost conscious control of my lungs. But when my lungs started to burn, and I thought ’Okay, I don’t like this,’ I regained control of my lungs and could breathe again."

He focused on their connection and pushed, trying to see if he could sense her thoughts, like he could with Isabella.

She twitched and said, "Oh! Um, what did you just do?"

When he’d pushed, he felt resistance, like she had a second door behind the first. The first door granted him access to her body, the second to her mind.

"Do you remember giving me access to your body?"