章節 13: 12. Sheena's Fall
I stood on the sidewalk, hands in my pockets, calm and composed. I knew she would come I had planned for it. Every step, every detail, had been orchestrated to lead her right to this moment using my Technopathy. What Sheena didn't know was that while she thought she was in control, she was walking straight into my trap.
The low growl of the engine reached my ears before I even turned my head. A bright yellow Toyota MR-S, pulled up beside me. She was here, just as I had expected.
"Need a lift?" she asked, her voice playful as She rolled down the window with a smile, but I could see the subtle tension in her movements.
I didn't get in right away. Instead, I let the tension hang in the air for a moment. "You always pick up strangers?" I asked, the smirk on my face not quite reaching the eyes.
Sheena laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only the interesting ones," she replied, her voice smooth as silk. She was trying to keep it light, still thinking she was leading the interaction.
straightened up, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. She had no idea what she was walking into. I looked down at her, taking in every detail. The way her fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel, the casual confidence she exuded, thinking she was the one making the moves
'Lust Pheromone'
I started using Pheromone as I opened the door and slid right next to her seat, settling in as the engine purred beneath them. The weight of the moment wasn't lost on me. I had her where her wanted her, but now I had to play this right. One misstep, and she'd slip away.
Sheena thought she was playing the game, but I had been playing it much longer—and much better. I leaned down, my gaze piercing through her cool demeanor, studying her every move. She was good, I had to give her that—confident, composed, but unaware of the larger plan unfolding.
But I knew better. Every instinct told me she was testing the waters, sizing me up. What she didn't realize was that she had been the target all along. She had been too focused on her game to see how carefully I had laid the pieces, how I had nudged her into taking this exact route, at this exact time.
As the car sped off, I kept my eyes on her, watching the sign to behold her breath was getting hot, she might be catching on. But Sheena remained calm, her consciousness still intact. She didn't know yet that she was going to be eaten. I started looking around to know if her gang is also around or not.
"So," she said, glancing over at him, "you're looking for something, aren't you?" Her voice was teasing, but there was a seriousness beneath the surface, a calculated edge that she couldn't quite hide.
I leaned back on my seat, never breaking eye contact. "I've already found what I'm looking for," I replied, my voice low, deliberate.
Sheena's smile faltered just slightly, her fingers tightening on the wheel. For the first time, she seemed unsure. "Oh?" she asked, trying to keep the playfulness in her tone. "And what's that?"
"You" I said
The tension in the car was palpable as the words hung in the air. Sheena's breath caught for just a moment, her body reacting to the sudden shift in the dynamic. My hand on her thigh wasn't just a touch—it was a statement, a declaration of control.
Sheena's smile wavered, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the car accelerated. She was trying to maintain her composure, trying to stay in the driver's seat in more ways than one. But I could see the cracks beginning to show, her usual confidence slowly slipping.
"You're playing a dangerous game," she murmured, her voice softer now, a hint of tension lacing her words. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, her guard up even as her body responded to the pheromones.
I leaned in closer, my hand moving slowly, deliberately, reminding her of the power I held over the situation. "Am I?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, yet filled with the weight of certainty.
She didn't answer right away, her focus shifting back to the road as she sped through the night. But I knew she felt it—the inevitable conclusion of this game.
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The tension in the car was thick, the air between us electric as Sheena's breathing grew heavier. Her composure was starting to fray at the edges, but she fought to maintain control, even as my touch stirred something deeper within her. The soft hum of the engine mixed with the growing heat of the moment.
"You think you have it all figured out, don't you?" Sheena's voice was laced with a hint of defiance, but there was a subtle shift—an uncertainty she couldn't hide. Her eyes flicked to me, searching for a way out of the trap she hadn't realized she had walked into.
I smirked, allowing the silence to hang in the air, feeding the tension. "I don't need to think, Sheena. I already know." My voice was low, filled with confidence, the kind that made it clear I was in control.
Her bravado faltered as she pressed harder on the gas, trying to distract herself from the growing desire that was tightening its grip on her. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice softer now, the confidence slipping.
I leaned in closer, my hand sliding back onto her thigh with an unmistakable firmness. "I want you to surrender, Sheena. Completely."
She inhaled sharply, her body tensing beneath my touch. "Surrender?" She tried to scoff, but the word caught in her throat, betraying her rising desire.
"Yes," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. "I want you to be mine. To obey me. Your body, your mind—everything."
Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel, and I could see the battle playing out in her mind. She can't think straight but wanted to resist, the pull was undeniable. She was fighting a losing battle, and she knew it. I had planned every detail to bring her to this moment.
I leaned back, letting my hand trace slowly up her thigh, watching her reaction closely. Her breath hitched, her body betraying the desire she was trying to suppress.
"You'll be my slave, Sheena," I continued, my voice taking on a commanding edge. "And I will be your master. You'll give yourself to me, fully. No more games, no more pretending you're in control."
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as the car sped through the night, the reality of my words sinking in. She glanced over at me, her lips parted, her eyes a mix of fear and desire.
"I won't…" she started, but her voice trailed off, the resistance in her fading.
I smiled, a dark satisfaction filling me as I leaned in once more, my hand gripping her thigh firmly. "You already are, Sheena," I whispered. "You just haven't accepted it yet."
The car screeched to a halt as she pulled off to the side of the road, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She turned toward me, her face flushed, her body trembling with a mix of fear, lust, and surrender.
Without another word, I reached for her, pulling her toward me with a force that left no room for resistance. Our lips collided, the kiss filled with the raw intensity of a master taking what was his. She responded, her body giving in to the dominance I exerted over her.
Her hands reached for me, desperate, needing to feel my control, to lose herself in the power dynamic that had shifted so completely. I pushed her back against the seat, my body pressing against hers, every move deliberate, every touch commanding.
"You belong to me now," I growled against her lips, my hands roaming over her body, staking my claim. "You'll obey, you'll surrender, and you'll love every moment of it."
She moaned softly, her body arching into mine, the final walls of her resistance crumbling under the weight of her submission. The game had ended, and she was no longer the one in control.
In that moment, she was mine. Fully.
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To be Continued...
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