Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Then she said something that had me wishing I could break her parents’ necks. “I have so much love to give, but nobody wants it.”
“I want it.”
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You seem like a nice guy, and you smell really good. You can have it.” She patted my chest before loosely curling up in my lap. “I’m sleepy, Leo.”
“One more question, then you can go to sleep.”
She yawned then stretched. “Okay.”
“If you needed punishment, correction for your actions, how should you be punished? What would make you really sorry?”
“If you ignored me. I hate that. Makes me feel so cold inside.”
“What about a spanking?”
Barely looking at me, she gave me a smile so seductive I would have done anything she wanted just to keep the warmth filling my chest, chasing back the empty cold. “Spanking turns me on. At least I think it does. I’ve never tried it.”
My throbbing dick ached beneath her slight weight and begged me to fuck her, to give the greedy bastard just a taste of the no doubt sweet little pussy between her slender thighs. “What else turns you on?”
Her eyes closed all the way. “You. So big, strong. Reminds me of a Viking warrior. Commanding. Even when you’re mean I find you sexy. Is it wrong that I like it when you scare me? That I’m horny when I should be afraid?”
“Nothing wrong with that, baby girl.”
“I want to be your baby girl, Leo. So much.”
I could only pray she would feel the same way after she learned about who I really am. The muscles in my thighs and around my groin tensed, and I bit back a groan of frustration. The need to fuck her was already hard to resist, but combine it with her chiming voice and I was a goner. This girl had no idea the power she held over me.
A beep from my watch let me know I didn’t have a lot of time left before the truth serum ran its course and her mind closed to my influence once again.
A rumble of pleasure escaped me in the form of a groan. “I want to fuck every inch of your body. No part of you will be unmarked by my seed, inside and out. But right now, you need to sleep. Just let your body go limp, nothing matters but feeling good…content…just drift.”
After she fell into a deeper trance, I began to lay the groundwork for addicting her to me, mind, body, and soul.
I’m not a good man, in fact I may be an evil one, but I’d bind this angel to my wicked life any way I could.
After I was done with setting the mental triggers in her subconscious, I’d take a vial of her blood and send it overnight to El Salvador. The potent aphrodisiac the Cordova cartel made, D128, would be ready after being custom altered to her body chemistry and mine, then shipped up from our El Salvador lab. The complex chemical mix would increase Hannah’s sex drive to the point of her going into heat, of her body demanding sex the way most female animals do when they’re fertile—though the drug won’t force ovulation. She’ll beg for my cock and I’ll give it to her, sooth her need, and bind her to me forever. The more I fuck her during those first few essential days, gave her endless orgasms and drowned her in my filthy desires, the more she would crave me and my admittedly kinky brand of sex until no other man would do.
The Cordova cartel first developed this particular combination of chemicals by accident, but when they figured out what they had made, the cartel’s wealth had exploded overnight as everyone wanted a taste of the aphrodisiac.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work for men—we were always in heat; always fertile and ready to create life—but for women…it was a miracle.
D128 was obscenely expensive because each batch had to be custom made for each individual woman, and took a team of highly trained chemists to produce, but the results were worth the time and money. While the drug couldn’t force arousal—female desire comes as much from their minds as from their bodies—the blend of chemicals would increase a woman’s physical response and sensitize her body so that when she did naturally become turned on, the results were…overwhelming. Strong enough to release her sexual inhibitions and allow her to blossom into the erotic creature she was meant to be, before society’s bullshit opinions weighed her down.
I couldn’t wait to see Hannah’s reaction.
She would become insatiable and I’d give her everything she needed, addict her to my touch, to my rough brand of sex, to my cock.
Was it immoral to drug a woman and basically brainwash her? Maybe. If I was a cruel man with cruel intentions towards Hannah, I could see the point that such an action was an outrageous violation of her basic rights as a human being. But turning her into a slave wasn’t why I was doing this. I needed her to be so happy she’d never leave me. I wanted her to enjoy every aspect of our lives together and share her pleasure with me. Including our sex lives. Maybe especially. While I’d never be the kind of man who would be what society envisions a picture-perfect husband, I was the kind of man who could satisfy her sexually in a way no other man ever could. It’s not bragging, it’s simple fact. I’ve studied women, what they like, how they respond, and I’ve used that knowledge to punish them into submission with agonizing pleasure.