Chapter 19: Compulsion
Sarea woke up afraid. She wasn't at home. Her head throbbed; soreness pulsed throughout her body, starting in her loins. Then Lucas blossomed within her mind, a large presence that lay just outside her own consciousness. He was still asleep, she could tell, and he was at peace for the first time since she'd known him.
It was hard to believe it had only been a day. Light from the rising sun turned the sterile bedroom orange.
Whoever designed this place has terrible taste
, she thought. Her skinsuit hung from the back of the bedroom door. It wouldn't be functional without her implants-custom made and all, but it was nice to know she still had it. Sarea's eyes traced the lines of concrete in the ceiling. She wondered idly if G & K's netrunners and deckers had any success getting into her deck and her mods. Probably not.
Sarea rose quietly and washed her face in the bathroom. The kitchen was stocked like a hotel room, all instant coffee and creamer. Still, coffee is coffee. While Sarea was heating water, she felt Lucas awaken. As he went to use the restroom, she got out a second cup. Not for the first or last time, she wondered what kind of man Lucas Tate was. A bastard. A rapist. A violent killer. It seemed all of those were true, yet she didn't hate him. She wanted to. It was as though there were two Sareas, split cleanly by that first spray of Disiac. Old Sarea wanted to take a knife from the block on the counter, hide it in her shirt, and slide it into Lucas's neck when she gave him his coffee, but new Sarea would never let that happen. She didn't know how she'd ever reconcile that.
It was only yesterday that she was a free decker, working to undermine disiac production across the city. Now, that seemed like a lifetime ago. She was in shock, she must be. What scared her most was how quickly she seemed to have lost the thread for hope. Hope of escape, hope of returning to her home, her cat. Sarea shook her head. She
would
get out of here. She just had to play along, to survive until she could escape. They couldn't break her. Sarea had never been a prisoner before, nor had her mods been stripped of her. She was just a woman now, alone. Not alone, she supposed. Lucas was right there.
The kettle beeped and boiled. Sarea brewed two cups and walked back into Lucas's bedroom. He was up, his back against the wall. His eyes looked somewhere else, far in the distance. Sarea realized immediately that he was running diagnostics.
Just how modified is he,
Sarea thought. Bond or not, her newfound partner was impressive. Hulking muscles, chiseled face. With the bond, however, he was intoxicating. Sarea felt it as she got closer to the room, but now, in sight of him, it threatened to engulf her. She
wanted
him. In spite of her aches and pains, the trauma of the last day, she
wanted
him, and she hated herself for it.
This has to stop soon
, she thought.
"I made you coffee," she said, holding up both cups.
Lucas returned to the here and now and looked at her, "Oh, thanks."
He pulled the comforter up a little further, covering his navel and the too-perfect happy trail that Sarea had been staring at. Sarea handed the coffee to him and sat at the edge of the bed, one leg resting beneath her. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence.
Finally, Lucas said, "This is awkward, right?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'm sorry, again. I don't know where this is -"
"Just stop," Sarea interrupted, "I don't want to hear any justification right now. What's done is done. I just want to know how I get out."
"Right, right," Lucas nodded. He sipped his coffee. "Thanks for this."
"You said that."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
Lucas looked anywhere but at Sarea. Finally, some discomfort. She relished in the control she felt. Sarea made a habit of making men uncomfortable, and she was relieved to know, after everything that had happened to her, that she still had that power. Through the bond, she felt Lucas radiating heat. She never saw him look at her breasts or hips, but she knew he had, she
felt
it. None of this made any sense, the science of it least of all, but she knew he had.
"Last night, Sten told you to give me the submissive mixture. Why didn't you?"
Lucas flushed, "I'm willing to do what it takes to achieve my goals. I don't need you to be a slave for that."
"You don't think I'm a slave now?"
"I don't fucking know, but it could have been worse," he said. The bond was growing warmer, angrier.
"Ok. Thanks, I guess," Sarea said.
"Mmhm."
Sarea probed the part of Lucas that lived inside her now. It was different, a different texture than just moments ago. Was he embarrassed?
"Stop, stop that," Lucas said.
Sarea's eyes widened, "You felt that?"
"Whatever you did, yes, I felt it."
"Are you embarrassed?"
"What's it matter if I am?" Lucas said. He turned his body and raised his knees, but not before Sarea saw that he had grown hard beneath the blankets.
It was like someone flipped a switch inside her. Arousal appeared out of nowhere, triggering all of its physical responses. Her skin flushed, her nipples hardened. Blood rushed to her labia and pussy, leaving her woozy with desire.
"What the fuck?" she said to no one.
"What?" Lucas asked.
Sarea didn't answer. The wanting she felt before had turned into need. She tried to push it down and away, but he was right there. She slickened, and her aches and pains were replaced with a new ache that only he could subdue. Sarea set her coffee on the nightstand and gingerly crawled across the bed toward Lucas.
"What are you doing?" he asked, but Sarea thought he had to know.
"I don't know."
Sarea ran her hands over the sheets and down Lucas's strong legs until they found his hard cock. She gripped it loosely and rubbed the soft sheets across his shaft and head, her eyes looking for his.
"Oh fuck," Lucas said, "Are you sure?"
"No," Sarea said, and kissed him. After a moment, she pulled away and said, "Hold on, I want to try something."
Lucas nodded, his eyes never leaving her. Sarea didn't know how to describe it, but in her mind, she began to
touch
the bond ever so gently. Lucas gasped, and his skin turned to gooseflesh.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
"Touching the bond," Sarea said, her eyes heavily lidded.
She probed in and around it, caressing it with her thoughts, her mind. With each new graze, Lucas's breath quickened, his desire deepened. The bond told her. Then, suddenly, warmth suffused her own thoughts. A flash of heat, then gentleness, like a kiss. Sarea sucked in a deep breath.
"Are you touching your end?" Sarea whispered.
Lucas nodded. His hands had begun to wander her body. He cupped her breasts in his hands, then her hips, pulling her closer, but Sarea pushed his hands back to his sides. She kept slowly jerking him through the sheets until his precum turned them wet. Sarea kissed him again. Then again. With each kiss, their bond flared incandescent with both of them touching it, and if feelings had a color, it would have been red. Sarea let herself be taken in the tide of the bond's feeling. This was all new, and she had to learn how to manipulate it, or if she couldn't manipulate it, live with it.
"Oh my god," Lucas moaned.
Sarea's desire had driven all her insecurities and worries aside. Lucas's moans and needs, his gyrating hips and his clenching fists drove her mad. Sarea pulled the sheets back to reveal his cock. It glistened with precum. She
had
to taste it. She took his head in her mouth, then his shaft, until his head was deep in her throat.
When she pulled back, strings of saliva clinging between her mouth and him, she gasped, "Oh fuck."
Lucas reached up to pull her shirt off. Sarea tried to stop him, but he could be held back no longer. Her breasts came free, and Lucas latched onto first her left, then her right nipple with his mouth, his hands fondling all over her lower back, her cheeks, and her legs. Sarea moaned in delight. If this was what the bond was capable of-uncontrollable desire, a need for her bonded partner-she was in trouble. Sarea needed to be in control, but around Lucas, all of that vanished like smoke.
His hands pulled her thin pants down, exposing her soft hips and ass to the chilly bedroom air. His hands gripped her cheeks again, and he buried himself in her breasts.
"Sarea, I need you," he mumbled.
Lucas's partition in her mind, the area that he now inhabited, grew and grew. She no longer enveloped it in herself; rather, she intertwined with him. It was like a fog bank that rolled over a city, engulfing everything in a haze of need. She was herself still, she could tell, but he clouded everything.
"I need you, too," she whispered.
Without warning, Lucas flung her onto her back and covered her swollen clit with his mouth. Sarea shrieked in delight and fear. His tongue undulated around it and on top of the hood. It was like he
knew
exactly what she liked without her ever saying anything. She buried her hands in his hair and held on for dear life. Her hips rolled with each new pattern he tongued. Soon, her ecstasy boiled over, and an orgasm rippled through her body. She shuddered violently, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Lucas took that as his cue. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and folded her body almost in half. Sarea looked up into his eyes and saw, for a brief moment, flames within them. Mad desire fueled him. His wide head pressed against her slick lips and slid in with ease, the soreness she felt disappearing beneath the weight of her need. Her body clung to him as he filled her.
With the angle of the mating press, he buried his entire impressive length within her, his balls slapping on her perineum and asshole. She was filled to the brim. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a guttural moan. Sarea gave up all control.
"Fuck me, Lucas, cum in me," she said in a hoarse voice.
Lucas grunted in response. He was already close, Sarea could tell, his head swelling. He pulled out his entire length and shoved it back inside her over and over. The sound of them fucking filled the room. All Sarea could perceive was the intense, rolling pleasure from each new thrust and the delicious slapping of their bodies together. Lucas grunted primally with each thrust. His breath came in ragged gasps as he neared the edge. An orgasm rolled through Sarea again, shocking her. It scoured her body. Lucas kept pumping in and out of her until her shaking stopped.
Lucas pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pressed her deep into the comforter. His cock found its way between her thighs and ass cheeks and slid back into her pussy. Lucas pushed into the hilt, then grinded his hips deep into her. Sarea screamed. Lucas put a hand on her head and lower back and kept her pressed flat. Sarea had never liked being restrained and generally hated kinky power play, but this was something else.
A low, rumbling growl came from Lucas. He was cumming. She felt his cock pulse within her, filling her.
