Divine Artifact in a Scientific World

Jack could sense from Isabella's soul that she wanted to be dominated by him, and wanted to devote herself to him. But what he'd done when he first formed their soul bond went far beyond that. His soul was practically smothering her, pressing down on her like the hand of a giant squashing her into the ground.

He pulled her closer to him, about the same distance as Lorie and Nora, then relaxed his grip on her soul.

He still gripped her soul, but adjusted the pressure so that she wasn't being smothered anymore. She wanted him to have unfettered access to her body and her mind, so he didn't adjust his mental connection to her.

As he finalized the changes, he felt her physically relax. Tension he didn't know she had was finally flowing out of her.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and started crying.

"Thank you, Jack. Thank you. Oh, god that feels so much better. I thought I was going to die if you didn't touch me or command me or do something to me."

He checked her mind. She still had a strong desire to have him inside her, but it no longer felt overpowering, like it was driving her mad.

"Can you describe how you felt before, and how you feel now?"

She nodded.

"Yes, Jack. Before, it was like you were crushing me under your weight, demanding that I serve you, like my very life depended on my pleasing you in every way possible. Now, it feels like you have your hand wrapped around my neck, firm, but not too tight, and I have the freedom to think my own thoughts again."

"Think your own thoughts?"

"Yes. Before, my every waking moment was filled with desperation. The desperation to find some way to please you without violating any of your commands. The only reason why I involved myself with my father's businesses was because you told me to behave as if we had never met."

"And now?"

"Now, I still want to please you, but I feel like I can also balance the needs of my family. I know I'll still consider how my choices might affect you, but I have the freedom to think of my own desires as well."

"And what do you want?"

"You mean besides wanting you to pound my pussy?"

"Yes, that goes without saying."

"Besides my immediate carnal desires, I want to spend more time with you, and I want to take a more active role in helping you carry out your plans. I'm not sure, but I suspect that at some point, your plans are going to intersect with the interests of the underworld, and I want to help you prepare for that."

He was in her mind while he asked her these questions, and he could tell that she was being honest with him.

He leaned in and kissed her, then said, "Okay, Isabella. Consider yourself an official member of my outer circle and my head of underworld affairs. I expect you to coordinate with Helga Eldridge from Castle Group. Talk to her and figure out who in the underworld we need to interrogate so we can improve our risk assessments."

"Yes, Jack. I'll do that," she replied, then pulled him down into a kiss and started rocking her hips.

Her prior desperation had relaxed into normal sexual desire. Or at least normal for her. She wanted him to take her hard, to possess and use her.

So he did.

He stuck his left arm under her neck and wrapped his fingers around her throat, squeezing tight, but not so hard that she couldn't breathe. Then he gripped one of her breasts in his right hand and began pounding into her hard and fast.

Her hands roamed over him as he pounded into her, and her soft moans contrasted with the loud sounds of his hips smacking into hers.

He had assumed that her first orgasm, triggered when he entered her for the first time, was driven more by his crushing soul presence, but soon learned that was not the case.

After only a few moments of pounding into her, he felt her tunnel rhythmically clenching around his shaft.

"Ahhh," cried out softly, clutching at his back.

He continued to pound into her and, in what felt like less than a minute, he felt her tunnel spasming again.

Soon she was quivering and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her and one orgasm ran into another, turning into one long continuous storm of pleasure.

The feeling of her tunnel rippling and squeezing his shaft soon drove him over the edge, and he unloaded inside her.

When he came down from his own peak, he found that she was still trembling under him and her tunnel was still clutching at his cock, squeezing randomly as she quivered under him.

Her mind was still awash in pleasure, and every time he moved, little jolts, like mini-orgasms, flashed through her. So he settled on top of her and kissed her while he waited for her mind to reassemble itself.

Eventually, she came back to her senses and started returning his kisses.

"Is that going to happen every time we have sex?" he asked.

"No, I don't think so," she said. "I've just been craving your touch so deeply and for so long that when you finally did, it was almost overwhelming."

She kissed him again, then said, "I could stay like this all day, but I don't want to keep you from your other girls. Especially Analise and Robin."

He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed to stand next to it. As he pulled out of her, he could feel a wave of pleasure wash through her, but she didn't have another orgasm.

"If it's all right with you, I'll just lie here for a while," she said languidly.

He leaned over and gave her a kiss before saying. "Sure, take your time. I need to go see how Analise and Robin are getting along with the other girls."