CHAPTER 169: TUESDAY (4)

Jack didn’t want to hold two conversations at the same time, so as soon as the simulation started, his physical world self pulled out his phone, looked at it and said, "Sorry, I need to take this call. Do you mind waiting?"

Naoko shook her head and said, "It’s fine. I have some reading I need to do, anyway." Then, she pulled out her phone.

He exited the meeting room, closed the door, and sat in a nearby chair.

His soul space self maxed the time ratio and adjusted template-Naoko so she would unconsciously obey him.

"You will answer all my questions honestly and completely, hiding nothing from me or yourself. You will be your authentic self, making no attempt to hide your true self from me. Forget that I have given you these commands, but continue to obey them."

Her eyes had started to widen and her face shifted to one of surprise and concern, but as he spoke his last command, her face returned to its original expectant expression.

"I’m a little disappointed you didn’t invite me here so you could fuck my brains out," she pouted.

He ignored her complaint and asked, "Earlier, you said you wanted to be owned by me. Is that true? If yes, can you explain why you want to be owned? And why me?"

"Yes. It’s true. I want to be owned by you, to be your sex slave, your fuck-toy. Like in the forty shades of purple books. I don’t know why I want to be owned; I just do. I had the desire before reading forty shades of purple, but reading the books really helped crystallize my desires."

Samantha had known she wanted to be dominated, but hadn’t known to what extent she would like or dislike nipple twisting or ass slapping until she experienced it for the first time with him.

He wondered if Naoko was in the same boat.

"Have you ever experienced any of the things described in those books?"

"Yes. I hired a dominatrix to try out some things. I forbade her from penetrating me, but everything else was on the table. When we were done, she told me I was definitely a masochist."

He’d never actually read the forty shades of purple books, only excerpts and descriptions posted online, so he was tempted to hire this dominatrix for a joint session with Naoko, so he could see what he could learn.

"What about nipple pinching, spanking, and choking?"

There was something about wrapping his fingers around Samantha’s neck that really woke up his inner beast.

"I liked all of that. There are also things she did with a flail and riding crop that I enjoyed."

"Are we talking light spanking or hard spanking?"

He wanted to know if she was like Samantha, or if she liked it rougher.

"Hard. I had bruises on my ass and tits the next day."

"And you liked it that hard?"

"Yes, definitely. I mean, it’s not something I’d want to do every day, but I confirmed that I like it rough."

His inner beast was demanding he take her and make her his. But he wanted to know if she had the potential to be more than just a fuck-toy.

"Okay, so what about a relationship? How do you want to be treated outside of sex? What kind of relationship do you want or dream of?"

"I’m not sure. My mother is super submissive and never says or does anything that would upset father. And when I was younger, I thought that was just who she was. But then one day I walked into her private room without knocking."

"She was screaming and yelling, and the things she said made me realize she was just suppressing her true emotions for reasons I still don’t understand. From that day on, I vowed not to hide my feelings, to say what I wanted."

"So, I want a relationship where I’m free to express myself, but where my man will bitch-slap me into the next century if I cross a line. None of that cold-shoulder and suffocating-silence bullshit my mother and father do. I want to yell and scream and get slapped if needed."

It sounded like her parents did not have a healthy relationship. He understood her desire to be free to express herself, but wanting to be slapped seemed a bit excessive.

"So you want the freedom to express your true feelings, no masks, and want immediate feedback if you cross a line?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want boundaries drawn in advance, or do you want to discover them the hard way? Is getting slapped a fantasy, or just a way of saying you want immediate, unvarnished feedback?"

"Um, both? I know that using violence to communicate emotions is unhealthy, but I think I would rather be pinched, spanked or slapped than yelled at."

His inner beast was salivating. This girl was going to be fun to play with. If he soul bonded her, and he probably would, he’d go for the same type of connection as he had with Samantha.

Isabella had been an experiment, and so was Page to some extent. But he liked Naoko’s spirit. Now that he understood her, he saw her initial approach in a whole new light. She was just naturally expressive and had almost no filter between her brain and her mouth.

That left two questions.

"What do you want to do with your life? Do you have long-term plans, goals, desires?"

"Nanotech! I want to do all the nanotech things. That’s why I wanted to go to that dinner with you. I heard that Nora Blackwood was there, and wanted to meet her."

Nanotech was going to be huge, and Nora couldn’t do everything. So, having Naoko helping would be a big plus. And she was intelligent, so adding her to the team would not be a waste.

He had planned on also asking her what she would do if he told her to leave him alone. Curious to know if she would turn stalker or keep her distance like a civil human being. But now he didn’t care. He was going to soul bond her.

He terminated the simulation, and his physical self re-entered the meeting room.

"All done with your super important phone call?" she teased.

He sat next to her, grabbed the back of her neck, then sent her a soul bond request.