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Helen Roston. He’d always been turned on when she started undressing herself by the poolside. In response, on the screen, Helen put a restless hand on her shirt, as if it was bothering her.
    Was there some kind of telepathy compounded by their brainwave syncing?
    He did enjoy it so much when he’d gone to her. “But now it’s your turn, Elena,” Jed whispered.

Chapter Four
    Helen tried to focus. It was as if she were looking at herself from the wrong end of a pair of binoculars.
    Hot. Itchy hot. Thank God there’s the pool nearby. It’d cool her off.
    She pulled off her tee shirt impatiently. Her skin felt feverish and tender to the touch. She sat down by the side of the pool, gasping at the heat of the tiles on the back of her thighs. This was ridiculous. Even her butt was hot.
    The water looked so inviting, lapping at her feet. She swore she heard it call her name.
    Danger.
    She looked around warily but there was no one. It was just her and the lovely swirling water. She frowned, looking down at the water again. Why was her instinct warning her?
    Blue, so blue and cool looking. She was so damn hot.
    She gave her surroundings another look and, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she slid into the water.
    She gasped and turned to escape but it was too late. Sensations took her prisoner, sensations that she’d rather not feel right now. Sensations from a certain night. Multiplied a hundred times.
    “Ohhhh.”
    Just like before, she couldn’t see. Hands massaging her breasts. Lips on her skin, moving down her stomach. Heat. The heat burst into flames as those lips went lower and a wicked tongue started a slow tease. The hands and lips were relentless, and so familiar.
    This was a dream, reenacting a memory. She should be able to move her hands, push him away, if she wanted to. Dammit, she should be able to see him.
    She opened her eyes. She couldn’t move her hands. Or feet. She was chained to the bottom of the pool now, on all fours. She pulled at the iron clasps. A shadow at the periphery of her vision. She tried to turn her head to see but he was already straddling her from behind.
    This wasn’t possible. She’d be drowning if she were underwater. Yet she wasn’t even fighting for breath.
    Just a dream. It was just a dream about her faceless monitor. Immediately the image of her avatar appeared. And Hades was straddling her, pushing his erection inside her.
    She gasped. Oh Lord, she had used the computer program to enlarge that part of his anatomy. Oh. Lord. She closed her eyes tightly.
    This was just a dream. If she kept repeating, she might wa— She gasped as he thrust fully into her. His thighs pushed against the back of hers as he leaned forward, using his weight to push her upper body down onto the floor, forcing her legs to open wider. He thrust again. She gasped into her hand. He was deeply inside her now.
    His free hand reached under her. Trapped on the tiled floor, she couldn’t move as fingers found her already sensitive nub. She could feel herself getting wet. No…she was in a pool…
    “It’s only…a…a…” She moaned as her world zoned in on the paralyzing pleasure that took over as fingers moved in tandem with Hades’ slow thrusting.
     
    The sexual fantasy had to be the imprinter in control of the imprintee’s pleasure. Jed needed Helen to want and need her avatar and monitor. Both were inclusive.
    He turned on the program that projected his avatar’s body likeness into his sensor suit. The weight that Helen had chosen for him. The height. He felt the heaviness of his extra-big erection. He mentally saw himself as Hades, Helen’s virtual trainer.
    He imagined her at the pool, taking off her clothes, showing off her curves to him. She had felt so good in his arms. Beautiful breasts. All these months, he had wanted to kiss and play with those breasts. That other night, he’d made sure he’d given them plenty of attention.
    He would take her on all fours in his fantasy and if his