Chapter 1: Introduction
ava rostova walk to her new charges room and took a deep breath before entering. She was a high-level security operative with years of experience, but the briefing on this new assignment had left her with a gnawing unease. The door was heavy, reinforced with steel, and she pushed it open with her gloved hand. The room was to look like a apartment and it does that is all.
A well-appointed kitchen with stainless steel appliances, a living room with a massive flat-screen TV, and a bedroom with a king-sized bed. But what caught Ava's eye was the figure sprawled on the couch. A man, with sexy muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt, legs stretched out, and a half-eaten pizza on the coffee table in front of him. He looked like he could be any other early-20s guy, but there was something... off.
he is special needs , the briefing had said. Special as in his mind is not all their
, a voice echoed in the back of her head. Ava shook off the thought and stepped further into the room. The man never looked at her
, his eyes glued to the TV screen where a high-speed car chase was playing out. She cleared her throat, "you are non verbal
? " she asked, watching him closely. No response. Just a slight flex of his jaw."
Suddenly, she sat next to him, almost like she had to
, drawn by an invisible force. She could smell him - a scent that was part pine, part musk, and entirely intoxicating. "I'm Agent Rostova," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. "They call you 'N,' right?"
(he cannot speak) , he could only nod, still not taking his eyes off the TV. Ava's heart was pounding, her palms sweating. She could feel her body responding to his pheromones, her senses heightened. she was almost in his lap
now, unable to stop herself. he was now leaned back as she stroked his inner thigh
s. "is this where you want me? Or do you want more?" she asked, her voice low and sultry. he finally turned to look at her, his eyes dark and intense. he reached out and traced the line of her jaw, down to her neck, and then her collarbone, making her shiver. "i'm supposed to keep you contained," she whispered, her fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt. "but i want to free you. all of you." she said
as she began to unbutton his shirt
, revealing the dense mat of dark hair that covered his chest. she ran her fingers through it
she must obey him, obey
his commands, she knew. it was like a primal instinct taking over. she threw his shirt aside and leaned in to kiss him
, her lips pressing against his, her tongue exploring his mouth. she could feel his hands on her, exploring her body, pulling her closer. she moaned softly
as he broke away from the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. she was burning up
, her body on fire with desire.
"boobs, sult" she heard him say
, his voice a low growl.
She looked down and realized her shirt was unbuttoned, her bra exposed. She couldn't remember doing it, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel him, to have him. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp. " yes, " she whispered, arching into his touch. She could feel his arousal, hard against her thigh, and she reached down to stroke him through his jeans. He groaned, his head falling back against the couch. "boobs, " he said, his eyes locked onto hers. rippppp , the sound of his jeans being torn apart echoed in the room. Her eyes widened, as his cock
sprang free, already rock hard and throbbing. She licked her lips, feeling a wave of desire crash over her. She couldn't resist, she had to have a taste. She leaned down and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. He let out a groan, his fingers tensing in her hair. She looked up at him, his eyes were glazed over, lost in pleasure. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat. He let out a growl, his hips bucking upwards, fucking her mouth. She could feel him getting close, his cock swelling in her mouth. " slut, boobs you obey me " he grunted, in broken english . She pulled back, gasping for air. " Yes, master " she panted, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts, offering them to him. He sat up, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned forward, and shoved his massive cock between her tits. She moaned, her head falling back as he began to thrust between them, the sensation of his shaft rubbing against her flesh driving her wild. " Yes, " she cried out, her hips bucking against him, her pussy aching for his touch. But he didn't give her what she wanted. Instead, he leaned down, his tongue licking and sucking on her nipples, making her writhe and moan. " More, " she begged, " I need more. " He smiled, a wicked, predatory grin that sent a shiver down her spine.
His hands gripped her tits tighter, squeezing and kneading them as he continued to thrust between them. She could feel his body growing, his muscles expanding and ripping through his clothes. She gasped, her eyes widening as she watched his body change, his shoulders broadening, his biceps bulging.
" grow, " he grunted, his voice deepening as his body continued to transform. She felt a primal, instinctual urge to help him, to worship his growth. She reached up and ran her hands over his chest, feeling the dense mat of hair grow thicker, the muscles harder and more defined. also he seem to get smarter .
Ava could practically feel his intelligence growing, like a dark cloud spreading across her mind making her stupider
and more compliant his was more powerful. He was no longer just a man driven by primal urges, but something more. Something dangerous.
" i am no longer retarded, my sult " he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent vibrations through her body. "i am n. i am the alpha. and you will obey me."
Ava's breath hitched, her body responding to the command in his voice. She could feel her IQ dropping, her thoughts growing slower and simpler. All she wanted was to please him, to be his.
"yes, master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He growled, a sound of approval that sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. She could feel his cock growing, thickening between her breasts, the tip now brushing against her collarbone. she transformed in to a bimbo slut , her brain rewired to serve only him, obeying his every command. Her eyes glazed over, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked up at him, her lips parted in a permanent pout. "Master, please," she begged, her voice high-pitched and breathy. He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim lighting. "Good little slut," he said, his voice a low rumble that made her shiver. "You want this cock, don't you?" She nodded eagerly, her tits bouncing with the motion. "Yes, master.
I need it so badly," Ava whimpered, her body writhing against his. He chuckled, a dark, powerful sound that sent shivers down her spine. She watched, mesmerized, as his cock continued to grow, thickening and lengthening until it was impossibly large. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight of it.
"jump on my cock , slut," he commanded, his voice low and possessive.
Ava eagerly complied, climbing onto his lap and positioning herself over his massive shaft. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, could smell the scent of his pheromones, and it made her head spin. She lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her completely.
"ride me, whore," he growled, his hands gripping her hips and guiding her movements.
Ava moaned, her body moving instinctively, her hips grinding against his. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.