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The bus ride from the airport seemed interminably long, even though they’d only left twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t mere boredom which had made the journey to their hotel unbearable. After all, how could Lucy be bored when she was in beautiful, sunny Hawaii, with exciting vistas around every corner, on her honeymoon, with her husband and soulmate Tim nearby? No, the problem wasn’t boredom. The problem was that Lucy was horny. And it wasn’t just the thought of Tim fucking her which was making her horny. It wasn’t anywhere close to their first time – they’d first fucked a few days into her rookie year, back before they were even officially together, soulmates with benefits.
No, the problem was Tim’s voice in her head. And that wasn’t a metaphor. Tim and Lucy’s soulmate bond was unusually strong, which meant they had access to powers most soulmates didn’t have. Among them was the ability to telepathically communicate with each other. They didn’t use it much around other people – everyone said it was phenomenally creepy when they conducted conversations with each other entirely inside their head – but when they were alone, they talked out loud less and less. Though that would have to change soon, because she was a few weeks pregnant and they couldn’t not speak in the presence of their son when he was born.
All through the flight, Tim had been teasing her with the most incredibly filthy dirty talk inside her head. Lucy had been forced to head into the bathroom and get herself off on three separate occasions (not easy in such a tiny space), only to be besieged with even filthier dirty talk the instant she got out. Of course, she could have stopped him if she wanted to. She could have blocked out the noise or just asked him to stop and he would have instantly obliged. Though one would never have guessed for a second if they could hear the words he was communicating to her, Tim was a gentleman above all else. No, Lucy didn’t have him stop because she wanted this. She wanted a fuckfest the likes of which no one had ever had before.
And he’d kept on taunting her throughout the bus ride too. She could have turned the tables on him, turned him into a quivering wreck, but she didn’t. They were equals – perfectly balanced, as all soulmates should be – in every aspect of their lives. The bedroom, however, was Tim’s dominion.
I’m going to make you beg and plead and scream for mercy. They’ll have to call the cops cause they’ll think I’m killing you, that’s how much you’re going to scream tonight, Lucy. You’ll come so hard you’ll forget your own name…
Lucy cast a glare back at Tim, who was whistling innocently in the back row, their luggage all around him, his backpack held inconspicuously in his lap so no one could see his erection, see how making her into a quivering wreck was turning him on. Tim gave a cheerful wave at her, the soulmark on his arm seeming to gleam in the light.
You’re so beautiful. Maybe I should ask you to strip, give these fine vacationers a show. Lucy shivered. Tim would never really ask her to do that, and she wouldn’t do it if he asked, but the thought was deliciously erotic. She envisioned herself slowly taking off her clothes, letting the passengers see her dripping cunt. She was lucky – well, luck had nothing to do with it; it was by design – she was dressed all in black so the stains her wetness was leaving on her trousers were not really visible.
You’re so cruel, Lucy whined, but she didn’t make a single move to stop him. Though it was agony she was experiencing, it was exquisite agony. And even if it was regular agony, it would still be worth it, because it was Tim who was making her feel this way. I love you for it.
Lucy and Tim had hardly been a case of love at first sight – it had taken Tim getting shot for him to even accept the truth of the soulbond. And even after that, they’d still had to weather quite a few trials and tribulations to get to their happy ending. Lucy being kidnapped and buried alive. Jackson getting shot and almost killed. Angela kidnapped at her own wedding. But they’d come out the other side stronger and now they were husband and wife in name as well as fact.
I’m going to take you apart, Tim said as placidly as if he was discussing the weather. There was a matter of fact nature to his boast. To him, it was as obvious as the most basic truths of life, like what goes up must fall down or anyone with a soulmate mark will always find their soulmate and speak the words upon it to them. The most damnable thing about it was that he was so right. By the end of the evening, Lucy would be a shaking, quivering mess and begging for a mercy Tim wasn’t going to be providing her. And she’d love every bit of it.
Please stop… she begged Tim.
Are you calling yellow?
No, Lucy admitted.
Lucy hands were firmly clasped to the edges of her seat. They had to be. If they wavered from that position even for a tiny second, Lucy knew they’d snake past her pants and go where her panties would have been…if she had been wearing any. She’d started off the morning wearing them, but after she’d ruined her pair on the plane, she hadn’t replaced them. It would have been just a waste of underwear.
Maybe we shouldn’t even wait until we get to the room. Maybe I should find a closet and just throw you against the wall and take you.
Right now, Lucy was so horny that it was sounding like an incredibly attractive idea. But she wouldn’t do that. Well, not first off. Maybe later in the honeymoon. But Lucy wanted something romantic for her first time as Mrs. Bradford and no matter how horny, how incredibly turned on she was getting, no matter how much she was gushing like a waterfall, she wouldn’t budge on this.
Maybe you should show some of that legendary patience and restraint which makes you such a good cop, Tim.
How could anyone be restrained when faced with a devastatingly beautiful woman such as yourself?
Thank the Demiurge, the bus finally arrived at its destination just then. Lucy hopped off the bus, heading into the lobby as quickly as possible, not even bothering to stop to help Tim with the luggage. She was pregnant, after all. It was his responsibility to look after her.
You see all these people around? Tim said, his voice sinfully gravelly inside her head, though his expression seemed totally calm and relaxed otherwise. What would you say if they saw you cumming?
How should I…seriously? You’re going to do that? You can do that?
If you want me to.
YES! The old Lucy never would have wanted to cum in public in front of everyone, but the old Lucy had been miserable and unfulfilled and she hadn’t been with Tim. The new Lucy, Mrs. Bradford…she felt she could do so much more. And she could certainly handle this.
Lucy quickly covered her mouth and made her face look like she was going to let out a sneeze, and then Tim said Cum. For. Me. and then she felt a jet of force somehow slam into her cunt and the orgasm she’d been holding off on exploded out of her. Pleasure seemed to ooze out of her every pore, surrounding her with pure bliss. She let out several loud fake sneezing noises to cover the indecent noise she otherwise have made. She tried to remain standing, but her knees buckled and Tim had to help her to a couch.
“My goodness, are you all right?” a good Samaritan said as he helped carry their luggage over to them.
“She’s just a little under the weather,” Tim said virtuously. “Morning sickness, you know.”
“Should I call a doctor?”
Lucy shook her head firmly. “No! I just lost my balance for a few seconds.”
“She’ll be fine,” Tim assured the random stranger, who took him at his word and walked off.
“Wow,” Lucy said, her mouth dropped open in astonishment. “I sure hope you won’t use that power for evil, Tim.”
Tim leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Well, not that chaste by normal standards, but compared to making her cum her brains out in full view of complete strangers with nothing more than the power of his mind, basically anything was chaste. “I’ll only be as evil as you want me to be, sweetheart.”
Lucy looked at him with an adoring expression. Not for the first time, she wondered how it was possible she could have hit the jackpot so comprehensively for having such an amazing soulmate. “You’re the best husband I could possibly imagine.”
“Oh, this? This is just foreplay. I’m gonna check in now. You rest, sweetie. Have some water.”
“Tim, truthfully speaking, I’m not sure this body is going to be even up to fucking you later…”
Tim gave her a vicious smile, a sinister glint in his eyes. “That’s going to be my problem, Lucy. You let me concern myself with that.”
Lucy didn’t know what he meant by that. Did he mean…no! Surely not. Not possible. It was a silly idea and she should definitely put it out of her mind. No matter how seductive, in both senses of the word, it was… So she leaned back in the chair and tried to ignore the incredible stickiness in her pants and drank some water and almost fell asleep before Tim returned.
“We’re good to go,” Tim said happily. “Penthouse suite. Only the best for the best soulmate ever.”
“Seriously?”
“Angela and Wesley’s wedding present to us,” Tim explained. Sometimes, having an extremely rich friend had its benefits.
Lucy was still unsteady on her feet, but Tim was gracious as ever as he led her into the elevator, a bellhop helping them with their luggage. Mercifully, he didn’t telepathically tease her in the elevator, but Lucy knew her reprieve would be very temporary.
As soon as they were settled in their palatial suite and the bellhop was gone, leaving them alone, Lucy started to take off her pants, but Tim shook his head sharply. Lucy let out a pathetic whine, but she didn’t make a move to defy him. Tim would call the shots until Lucy decided otherwise. He led and she followed, unless he was leading her somewhere she didn’t want to go, which rarely ever happened. It was just natural for them.
“I want to try something new,” Tim announced. “Something that might make you uncomfortable, so you can say no to me right now, and we won’t say anything more about it.”
Lucy couldn’t imagine what that might be. They were very comprehensive when it came to sexual experimentation. They had tried almost every single kink under the sun.
“I want to switch bodies with you and fuck you in my body.”
If being able to communicate telepathically with one’s soulmate was rare, then being able to switch bodies with them was practically unheard of. There were only thirteen recorded and confirmed instances of soulmates being able to switch bodies with each other, with Tim and Lucy being the unlucky number thirteen.
It was unlucky thirteen because they’d manifested that ability at the literal worst time possible: with Lucy being buried alive by the insane anti-soulmate fanatic Caleb Wright. Tim had, without her consent, switched bodies with her in a deranged effort to sacrifice himself. It had been Lucy who had to dig him out of the barrel in his body, give her own body CPR, languish in fear for what felt like an eternity that she’d be trapped in Tim’s body for the rest of her life. But he’d lived and though their relationship had suffered from that incident, it too had survived and thrived just as much.
Since then, they’d managed to figure out how to switch bodies with each other when not on the brink of death. But those times had been few and far between – mostly Tim wanting to give Lucy a break in the middle of a brutal period – and he’d so far been adamant they do nothing sexual with the idea. Lucy had thought it was because the idea made him uncomfortable and she thus hadn’t even fantasized about the prospect. It turned out he was just waiting for the right moment.
The body swapping ability had been the impetus for the most traumatic moment of her life, a moment she had taken a great deal of time to heal from. Objectively speaking, the idea of using it for sexy times should have been a terrible one. But perhaps doing it – him doing her – would help them heal, take something associated with horror and associate it with total bliss as well. Besides, being pregnant was pretty lame. She’d be happy to foist it on someone else for a little while.
“If we do this, we switch back the instant either of us feels uncomfortable,” Lucy decided. “I’m not taking any chances.”
“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Tim said. “Whatever you want.”
Lucy beamed at him. Tim may have been stern and dominant most of the time, but when it came right down to it, he was just putty in her hands. He’d always put her first. Her happiness mattered most of all to him – just as his happiness mattered most of all to her.
“Okay, Tim,” Lucy said, as she took a deep breath. “Let’s swap.”