As Alex consolidated things on Earth-Z, he had made steady progress with his new host in the days that had gone by. As it turned out, giving Susan free rein to do whatever she wanted seemed to mean that she was more than happy to continue the exact same routine that she had when she was being quarantined. Down to the unrealistically high libido that she had when Alex was manipulating her hormones in the background. The difference, however, was that now, he wasn’t doing anything of the sort. It was all Susan.
Still, he decided not to mention it since he wasn’t completely sure how to. Of course, even though he was still unsure how to deal with her, Susan, as usual, went off script again and threw a curveball at him.
“We should have sex,” she said as they ate dinner after a hard day of training.
Alex practically spat out his food before breaking into a fit of coughs.
“Aren’t you a slime? How is the food stuck in your throat? It should get dissolved immediately, no?”
Alex swallowed it with some difficulty and drank some water to help it go down. “I emulate the human body. Down to the internals as well. I’m just as much flesh, blood, and organs as you, right now.”
“Ahh, so what do you think?”
“What brought that up?” Alex asked. “Did you realize that I was never drugging you or messing with your hormones, and you just have a naturally high libido?”
“Oh, no. I’m pretty sure that you were drugging me back then, hands down,” she said. “It’s just that the current situation has a certain appeal to me, which…enhances my imagination. So, casual sex. You up for it?”
“How did you go from being embarrassed to let me see your vitals to here? Did I miss something?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged before speaking suggestively. “Maybe wearing a choker has brought out a different side of me. Plus, I know that you can sense what I’m doing every moment of every day.” Her lips curled up with a sultry smile. “You see, Alex. I’ve been keeping myself warm whenever you go away from me. But you never said anything...” She pouted. “How else am I supposed to give you signs, huh? You’ve made me outright ask you for it.”
“As good as casual sex sounds, you’d better wine and dine me first before we get down to business,” he said. “I don’t do sex without feelings when it comes to my primary hosts. Initially, those feelings might be something negative, but we aren’t going to get into the bad things that I’ve done.”
“We’ve been dining together every day for the past two weeks. That doesn’t count?” She asked needily, tactfully ignoring the meaning behind his words.
“I’d ask you for a blood sample to see if there are any hormonal imbalances inside you, but the choker helps me accurately know everything. This is a mental thing…”
“Damn it, Alex. It takes courage to ask someone for casual sex, and you fucking analyze me like there’s something wrong with me,” Susan snapped at him before standing up. “I’m going out and offering it to the first guy I see.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Alex said as straps emerged from Susan’s clothes and restrained her to her seat. They held her torso flush against the backrest and tied her arms behind her back while restraining her legs to the front feet of the chair, forcing them apart. “Not until I understand what’s going on in your head. It’s not self-preservation, that’s for sure. I’ve practically given you the freedom to leave and never meet me again, but you didn’t do that. There is no reason that you would have to act like this…”
“Ugh,” Susan grunted angrily and struggled against her restraints, but they didn’t give. “Did it ever occur to your insecure ass that I might enjoy my time with you, and the signs that I’m asking you for casual sex are because I’m starting to trust you? Honestly, you are possessive enough to downright restrain me when I say I’m going to go look for another guy. Why can’t you make a move? Hell, why can’t you just accept my move, huh?”
“Okay, you want the truth? Fine,” Alex shrugged. “You are my eighth host. But you see, I currently only have five hosts, six if we include you. What happened to the two in between? They were a waste of my fucking time and, honestly, an extremely painful experience. I’m not talking about emotional pain. Breaking the bond with any of my hosts is a horrible experience for me. Something that I do not want to deal with again. That’s why I’m playing things differently this time. If I were just doing my usual thing, I would’ve messed with your hormones so much that you wouldn’t have the capacity to think of anything but my cock. Within a few hours of you waking up, we would have been fucking like rabbits while I tied you up in all sorts of different ways and put you in erotic latex outfits. But I didn’t do that. I moved things slowly, patiently. You found out about my scheming, and instead of gaslighting you, I agreed and stepped back. It’s because I don’t want any issues to arise when I bond with you. That’s what’s making me hesitant.”
“Okay, one, I’m not saying that we should form that bond or whatever you are talking about,” Susan said. “I’m simply going through associative regression because of this choker. That’s where my high libido and arousal are coming from. Add to that the fact that you are able to monitor me at all times while I wear what is equivalent to a collar in my mind. That’s what led me to my suggestion about casual sex. It makes me aroused. And two, what kind of latex outfits are you talking about? Like bodysuits? What do you think about vacbeds? How far would you be willing to go with this?”
A blush appeared on Susan’s face as she continued to wiggle her wrists as if trying to free herself, but she only achieved the result of pushing her chest forward. If the unfocused look in her eyes was anything to go by, she was already imagining herself in such outfits.
“Seriously,” she came to her senses and spoke again. “I’ve suggested casual sex to see if we have any compatibility. Plus, I’m dying to see what kind of kinky stuff you have in mind for me. If you can make me feel so helpless just by trying to hold me in place, I can’t even imagine what you can do if you actually want to make me feel helpless.”
“I see…” Alex seemed to realize something. “You aren’t scheming something…you’re just a perverted woman.”
“Hey, now,” Susan looked offended. “Didn’t I just say that wearing the choker invokes something in me? It’s called associative regression. Maybe you don’t know what that means.”
“Oh, I know what that means. It just means that you were a pervert in high school, then suppressed that, turning it into closet perversion. And now that you are wearing this choker, that closeted part of your personality is just coming out. Hence, pervert.”
“You know, other men would practically crawl on their knees just for a chance for me to ask them for casual sex. And here, we have you. Even after I’ve asked you to do it with me, you’ve done nothing. I’m tied helplessly to a chair, for god’s sake, and you’ve been trying to prove that I’m a pervert for the past five minutes. If you aren’t going to do anything, then at least free me. I’ll finish dinner and go to sleep.”
“I actually have another idea,” Alex said and stood up.
Susan frowned for a few seconds until she saw him pull a larger, comfortable armchair close to the table and come up to her. Her eyes widened as the restraints morphed and freed her from the chair. Yet, she was still restrained. Her legs were held together and tied up as a leather harness wrapped around her torso, attached to the armbinder holding her arms together.
“Alex, no,” she said as he picked her up in his arms. “You know how I get when you baby me. Don’t… I just want to have sex…come on…”
“This is part of the package, honey,” Alex said, amusedly. “Plus, I can sense how your arousal spiked when you realized what I was doing. You like me babying you, whether you admit it or not.”
“It just brings out a side of me that I don’t like, okay?”
“Just like how this choker brought out the pervert inside you?”
She just glared at him as he sat down in the armchair and pulled her to sit on his thigh, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“Pull your legs up,” Alex grabbed her legs that were restrained in a single unit and made her straighten them across his lap. “If you don’t end up falling asleep after this. We will have sex. If you do fall asleep, you will wake up in restraints tomorrow morning; that will only be undone when it’s time for your training.”
“Do you mean…” Susan looked both scared and aroused at the proposal.
“Yes. I will give you that offer every day for the next week and put a hold on your daily masturbation,” he said. “Tomorrow night will be the same. I will feed you dinner while you are restrained, and you have to not fall asleep if you want to have sex with me.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been on this side of sex,” She said with both disbelief and arousal. “To think there are conditions placed upon me getting sex …”
“This is going to be fun,” he said. “At least for me.”