Chapter 4

Smith lay sprawled on the bed, his arm lazily draped across Lizzy’s bare torso. Morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. She stirred against him, her warm breath tickling his chest, her skin pressing tight like she wanted to melt into him.

Her fingers twitched against his side, needy even in her sleep. That was the point, wasn’t it? To make her crave him—physically, emotionally—until she had no sense of herself outside of him. Her breaths were shallow, still trembling on the edge of last night’s high. But Smith had already moved on. The sex, the whispered confessions of need, they were part of the process, but his mind was on the next step. What came after. The next phase in her conditioning.

Lizzy shifted, nuzzling deeper into his chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “I love you...” Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with that raw, unguarded emotion she probably thought was love. She believed it, every word. Her whole body buzzed with it—love, desire, dependency—all rewired to need him more than air.

He stared at the ceiling, amusement flickering in his eyes. Love. That’s what she thought this was. But he knew better. This wasn’t love—it was control. She was dependent, her entire existence revolving around him. She didn’t understand it yet, but everything she felt had been crafted, engineered.

Lizzy murmured again, her lips brushing against his skin. “I ... I need you,” she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.

Smith smiled, but his eyes stayed cold. He slid his arm away and sat up, his bare chest catching the morning light.

“I know you do.” His voice was calm, almost bored. He stretched, muscles flexing as the bed creaked under him. He glanced at her, still lying there, wide-eyed, clinging to his every move like a satellite orbiting its sun, powerless to escape.

“We’re going to the beach house today,” he said, tossing the covers aside. “Get up.”

Lizzy blinked, slowly sitting up as if still under the spell of the night before. As she reached for her phone, she noticed several missed calls and messages from Leo. She winced. “Where are you, Lizzy? I’m worried!” His words pressed on her like a weight she didn’t want to carry. She swiped the notifications away without reading further, silencing the phone. Leo wouldn’t understand, not this new life. There was no way to explain what she was doing now.

“The beach house?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper...

Smith didn’t look at her, pulling on his clothes with precise, deliberate movements. “Palm Springs. A change of scenery. We’ll be there in a few hours.”

Her face lit up at the mention, mistaking this for some kind of romantic getaway. She didn’t realize it yet, but her entire life now was just an extension of his control. She didn’t need him to say anything, didn’t even need to hear the words. Her body already knew—she loved him, and that was all that mattered.

Smith sat at his desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the cool surface of his office terminal. The room around him was minimal—no personal touches, just clean lines and muted tones. He stared at the email on the screen, the draft confirming his sabbatical from the lab. One tap on the screen, and it was sent. It didn’t matter anymore. Work, money, all of it was irrelevant. He had enough—his nanotech profits had seen to that. His focus now was on Lizzy.

He glanced back at the door, where she sat waiting, like a loyal pet. She perched on the edge of the couch, her hands nervously folded in her lap. That tight shirt she wore clung to her enhanced curves, every inch of her designed to please him. Her eyes were locked on him, her need for his approval practically radiating off her. He could feel it, the energy of her devotion buzzing between them. But for him, it wasn’t love—it was data, a result. She was an outcome, and he hadn’t expected her dependence to be so intoxicating. But it was, and there was more to explore.

Smith stood, slipping into a simple jacket without fanfare. “We’re leaving,” he said flatly, grabbing a sleek black duffel from the corner. He packed light—just the basics. Everything he needed was waiting at the beach house.

Lizzy sprang to her feet the second he spoke, her body immediately reacting to his command. “Okay!” she chirped, practically glowing, her smile bright with a misguided affection. She didn’t know better. Couldn’t. He had rewired her to be like this—helplessly needy, clinging to him like he was her only reason to exist.

They stepped outside, the morning sun warm but still gentle. They slid into the car, but instead of heading straight for the highway, Smith veered into a parking lot, pulling up in front of an upscale boutique. The storefront shimmered, sunlight bouncing off the large glass windows that displayed an array of expensive summer dresses.

“Out,” Smith ordered, his voice calm but laced with command. Lizzy followed without hesitation, trailing him inside with wide eyes, curiosity sparkling in her expression. Her tight shirt clung obscenely to her chest, her enhanced breasts pushing against the fabric. She caught the eyes of the store clerk, who smiled politely, though her gaze lingered a little too long on Lizzy’s curves.

Smith didn’t bother with pleasantries or explanations. He led Lizzy toward the racks of delicate, high-end dresses, each one more luxurious than the last. “Pick something,” he said, leaning back casually against a display, watching her fingers graze over the soft fabrics.

Lizzy’s eyes lit up as she sifted through the dresses, eager to choose something that would please him. After a few moments, she pulled out a couple of flowing summer dresses, their soft material designed to hug her figure in all the right places. She turned, holding them up for his approval, her full breasts unavoidably the center of attention.

“No bras,” Smith said, slicing through the quiet. His tone was calm but absolute. “You don’t need them anymore.”

Lizzy blinked, then nodded quickly, accepting his words without hesitation. “And panties?” she asked, her voice soft, almost timid.

Smith’s eyes lingered on her, a hint of a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “No. You don’t need those either.”

A flush crept up Lizzy’s cheeks, but she didn’t argue. She nodded again, biting her lip, clutching the dresses a little tighter before heading toward the dressing room. Her heart raced, already imagining how she’d look for him, how much he’d appreciate it. She changed quickly, slipping into one of the light summer dresses that cascaded over her body, her full chest free beneath the fabric. The mirror reflected the perfect image—no bra, no panties, just the soft fabric clinging to her curves.

She stepped out of the dressing room, her pulse quickening when Smith’s eyes briefly scanned her from head to toe. He didn’t say much, just gave a small nod before turning to pay at the counter.

They left the store without another word, Lizzy now wrapped in the light fabric of her new dress. Her body responded to the feel of it, to the way it left her exposed in exactly the ways Smith liked. She felt his eyes on her as they walked back to the car, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of how much she needed him, how deeply she loved him.

For Smith, it was just another step in the process. Another nudge in her conditioning. The divide between them only grew wider, but Lizzy couldn’t see it. All she felt was the warmth of his approval.

The sleek black car glided along the highway, humming over the asphalt as Palm Springs grew closer on the horizon. The sky stretched out in a perfect blue above, the vast desert spreading out around them, but inside the car, the tension was thick, unspoken.

Smith kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. His thoughts weren’t on the landscape, or the quiet of the drive. They were on Lizzy, on the total control he held over her—over every aspect of her being.

Beside him, Lizzy fidgeted in her seat, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the new dress she’d just bought. The seatbelt pressed tightly across her chest, pushing her swollen breasts together. She could feel the weight of them, still heavy, still full from the night before. Every movement, every breath reminded her of him—of what he had done to her body, how he had molded her into something that existed solely for his pleasure.

She bit her lip, shifting in the seat as the sensation of fullness throbbed through her, a constant, pulsing reminder of her dependency.

Her mind buzzed with him, a constant hum she couldn’t shut off. Everything felt perfect now—he made her feel perfect. Her body, designed for him, craved him endlessly, and every stolen glance at his calm, in-control profile only deepened that need. She loved the way he took care of everything, the way he held all the power. Even though some small part of her knew he didn’t love her the way she loved him, it didn’t matter. The urge to please him, to be close to him, eclipsed everything else.

Lizzy shifted in her seat, her thighs pressing together as a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She could still feel him inside her, the intensity of last night echoing through her body. Her swollen breasts, the dull ache in them, reminded her of how deeply he owned her now. Every nerve, every inch of her flesh, was designed to need him.

Smith caught her movement in his peripheral vision but remained silent, his expression unreadable. He liked watching her squirm, liked knowing that even now, as they drove in quiet, she couldn’t escape the need he had engineered in her. Her fidgeting, the way her body seemed restless without his touch—it was all part of the plan. And it amused him.

Lizzy turned to him, her heart fluttering. “It’s so beautiful out here,” she murmured, her voice small, trying to focus on something other than the heat building inside her.

“Hmm,” was his only reply, his voice low and indifferent. His mind wasn’t on the landscape or her comment. He was calculating, always thinking of how much further he could push her. The more she needed him, the more power he had. She hadn’t even reached the brink yet.

Her hand drifted up to her chest, fingers tracing the top of her dress. The material was light, almost sheer, and she could feel the swell of her breasts beneath it, still tender and warm. The thought of him filling her again—of that overwhelming fullness—made her shiver. She shifted in her seat, feeling her body respond just to the thought of him.

“I’m really glad we’re going to your beach house,” she said softly, her voice trembling with excitement. “It’ll be nice ... just the two of us.”

Smith’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes never leaving the road. “Yeah,” he muttered, his tone flat, betraying none of the thoughts swirling in his head. He knew what she wanted, what she thought this trip was—a romantic escape, a chance to get closer to him. But for him, it was just another stage in her conditioning. Another test to see how far she would fall.

Lizzy leaned back, resting her head against the window, closing her eyes for a moment. She imagined the beach house, just the two of them alone, her body tuned perfectly to his desires. She thought about how much she loved him, how deeply she craved his touch, his approval. Somewhere, deep down, she knew he didn’t love her back. But instead of dampening her feelings, it only made her love him more. She wanted to prove herself, to be everything he needed.

The car sped down the highway, the desert blurring by in shades of sand and sky, but Lizzy’s mind was far from the scenery. She glanced at her phone, noticing another missed call from Leo. Guilt gnawed at her, but she quickly shoved it aside. “He’ll never understand this,” she thought, her thumb hovering over the ‘block’ button before deciding to ignore it. She would deal with Leo later. Right now, all her thoughts were on Smith, on pleasing him, on making him proud.

Smith let the silence stretch, enjoying the quiet tension that hung between them. He could feel her need, her excitement, and it fed his control. By the time they reached the beach house, she would be more than ready for him, her body primed for whatever he demanded. For now, he let her simmer in her own desire, a slow burn building toward the inevitable. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.

As the morning passed, the car finally pulled up to the beach house, gravel crunching under the tires as the engine cut off. Lizzy’s breath hitched as she stared at the sleek, modern structure before them. Tall palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, framing the minimalist house with its clean lines and massive glass windows. Beyond it, the ocean shimmered under the afternoon sun, waves lapping rhythmically against the shore, a distant hum that only added to the stillness around them.

Smith stepped out with that same calm confidence, while Lizzy followed, her eyes wide as she took in the sight. Her heart raced, but not because of the house. She barely noticed the luxury around her. Her focus was entirely on him—on the way he moved, the way he commanded every space he entered. His presence made her feel small, insignificant, yet filled with a burning need. Each step sent a pulse through her chest, her swollen breasts aching, her body tethered to the constant hum of desire she couldn’t shake.

Smith led her to the front door, which slid open with a soft hiss as they entered. The interior was as striking as the outside—spacious and minimal, designed with the same sharp precision that marked every aspect of his life. The walls were a cool white, the furniture sparse but clearly expensive, and the massive windows framed the ocean view perfectly. The entire space felt cold, detached—a place for control, not comfort.

Lizzy barely registered the decor. Her thoughts were on Smith. Always on Smith. Her body already buzzing with the anticipation of what would happen next.

Lizzy paused, her gaze drifting around the sleek, polished room. “The view’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling, an attempt to ground herself in something other than the throbbing need inside her.

Smith didn’t respond. He didn’t even glance toward the windows. His eyes stayed on her, watching, reading every subtle shift in her posture, every breath that hitched in her throat. Lizzy felt her skin heat under his gaze, her body flushing with the growing awareness of how he was devouring her with his eyes. She could feel the tension spreading through her, tightening her chest, pooling low in her belly.

He crossed the room with quiet, deliberate steps, his presence pulling her in like gravity. Lizzy followed him instinctively, her feet moving without thought, her body already attuned to his every move. The house, the view, the ocean outside—none of it mattered. It all blurred into the background, just noise compared to the raw pull of desire that thrummed between them.

At the sliding glass doors, the soft crash of the ocean waves grew louder, blending with the racing pulse in her ears. Smith’s hand hovered over the door control, his lips curling into that smirk she craved so much—the one that said he was in absolute control, the one that sent shivers through her spine every time.

With a soft hiss, the door slid open, revealing the deck and the expanse of ocean beyond. But Lizzy’s eyes stayed on him. Her body hummed with anticipation, heat coiling tighter inside her, pooling between her legs. Every nerve was buzzing, waiting for his command, knowing she wouldn’t hesitate once he spoke.

The deck stretched wide under the fading sunlight, the ocean a soft murmur in the distance, waves gently lapping against the shore. The sky bled orange and pink, a serene beauty that seemed at odds with the tension crackling between them. Lizzy barely noticed it, though. Her body was hyper-focused on the man beside her, her pulse racing, her skin tingling with need.

Smith’s hand grazed her back, a touch so light it sent a jolt through her entire body. Her breath hitched, heat surging through her, her skin growing hotter, slicker with every passing second. Her pussy was already throbbing, the slickness between her thighs undeniable. It wasn’t just lust—it was deeper, an insatiable hunger that had worked its way into every fiber of her being.

“Bend over,” he commanded, his voice low, firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

Lizzy moved immediately, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached the outdoor sofa. She bent over the cushions, her fingers gripping the soft fabric as her dress rode up, exposing her bare skin to the warm breeze. Her entire body trembled, every nerve alive with anticipation. She could feel the cool air against her thighs, her pussy slick and swollen, ready for him.

Smith stood behind her, his gaze dark with satisfaction as he watched her submit, her body bent and waiting for him. He reached down, gripping the hem of her dress, pulling it up roughly, baring her ass and the wetness glistening between her legs. She was perfect—crafted, fine-tuned for him. His cock twitched with the anticipation of taking her again, of stretching her body beyond its limits.

Lizzy’s breath came in short, shaky gasps, her body quivering with need. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, impossibly large and throbbing. Her body shuddered at the sensation, her pussy stretching wide as he pushed inside, inch by agonizing inch. The pain mixed with pleasure, her body straining to accommodate him, but the need, the raw hunger, overpowered everything else.

“Ohhh ... fuuuck...” she gasped, her voice trembling as her fingers dug into the sofa cushions. He was so big, stretching her impossibly wide, filling her to the point of near agony.

Smith growled softly, his eyes locked on the way his cock disappeared into her, her pussy gripping him tight with each thrust. He could feel the bulge forming in her lower abdomen with his hands, his cock pressing against her from the inside, stretching her in a way that made his chest swell with satisfaction. She was made for him—her body designed to take every inch, no matter how unnatural it seemed.

Lizzy’s mind blurred with sensation, her body alight with both pain and pleasure as he filled her completely. The pressure was overwhelming, her body trembling with every slow thrust as she felt his cock stretch her beyond anything she had ever imagined.

“You feel that, don’t you?” His voice was rough, thick with satisfaction as he started moving, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat. “You were made for this.”

“Yes ... yessss...” she moaned, her voice barely audible, her entire body shaking with each thrust. “I ... I can feel it ... all of it...”

Smith’s movements were slow, methodical, each thrust pushing deeper inside her, testing her limits. He reveled in the way her body responded, the way her pussy clenched around him as if trying to hold him in, desperate to keep every inch of him inside. Her moans grew louder, the discomfort melting into raw, burning pleasure as her body yielded fully to his control.

He pushed her harder, his thrusts growing more forceful, driving into her with a hunger that matched her own. Lizzy’s gasps turned into cries, her body trembling as she felt herself spiraling deeper into the sensation, her pussy tightening around him with every move.

Her entire world had shrunk to this moment—her body, his control, and the pleasure that consumed them both.

“Oh god ... oh fuuuuck...” Lizzy’s voice cracked as the pressure built inside her, the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so fully, filled so completely. It was too much, yet exactly what her body craved. Every nerve was on fire, sparking with the intensity of his cock buried deep within her.

Smith’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against her ass with a relentless rhythm, the sound echoing off the deck. His hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her back into him with every thrust. He could feel her pussy fluttering around him, the spasms in her body growing more desperate as the pleasure built higher, her moans louder, more frantic.

Lizzy was on the brink, teetering at the edge of a release so intense it made her legs shake. His cock pounded into her, deep and unyielding, her core aching from the fullness. Her fingers clawed at the cushions beneath her, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself hurtling toward an inevitable explosion of pleasure.

“Oh fuuuck ... I’m gonna ... I’m gonna cum...” she moaned, her voice trembling with the rawness of her need. She could feel it—the tightness coiling deep inside her, ready to snap.

With one final, brutal thrust, her body shattered. The orgasm ripped through her, crashing over her in waves, her pussy clenching around his cock with a force that made her entire body quake. She moaned, loud and raw, her voice thick with ecstasy as her body convulsed, her orgasm stretching out as his cock stayed buried deep inside her, refusing to let go.

Smith watched her, a cold satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he felt her pussy squeeze around him, her body trembling beneath him. But he wasn’t done yet.

Smith’s grip tightened on Lizzy’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove into her with a renewed force. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, mixing with the crash of the waves beyond the deck, though neither of them heard it. Their world had shrunk to this moment—his cock stretching her impossibly wide, and the relentless firestorm of sensation tearing through her with every thrust.

Lizzy’s breath was nothing but ragged gasps now, her body still reeling from her orgasm, but there was no break, no moment of calm. Smith kept pushing, harder, deeper, his cock plunging into her, sending new shockwaves through her core. Her mind was fogged with lust, pleasure so intense it wiped out everything else, leaving only him, only this. Her legs trembled beneath her, barely able to hold her up, but she didn’t care. She needed him—needed every second of it.

“F-fuck ... harder...” she whimpered, her voice cracking as the plea fell from her lips. Her body was already pushed beyond its limits, but she craved more, needed him to take her even further.

Smith didn’t slow down. Instead, a cruel smirk curled his lips as he slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack making her yelp in surprise, pleasure coursing through her at the sting. Her body jerked, her pussy tightening around his cock as the pain melted into the relentless throbbing of arousal.

“This what you want?” he growled, his voice low, almost dangerous. His hand came down again, harder, the sound echoing as Lizzy gasped in response. Her skin flushed under the assault, but the pain only drove her need higher. “You’re nothing but my fucktoy, built to take everything I give you.”

“Yes!” Lizzy cried out, her voice hoarse, her body shaking with every rough thrust. “I need it ... I need you...”

Smith grunted in satisfaction, pounding into her harder. His cock stretched her so wide, the bulge of him visible in her abdomen with every deep thrust, the sight sending a thrill through him. Her body reacted instinctively, her pussy gripping him tighter, pulling him in as though she couldn’t get enough. Each slap, each brutal thrust, sent her spiraling deeper, her mind barely able to keep up with the relentless intensity.

Her body rocked against him, sweat slick on her skin as she clung to the sofa, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. She could feel the heat building again, even faster this time, her pussy throbbing with an almost unbearable need for release. Her mind blanked, consumed by the overwhelming sensation of his cock driving her to the edge once more.

Smith’s hand slammed down on her ass again, the crack of the slap followed by a low growl of satisfaction. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling as she neared the brink again, but he wasn’t finished.

“Take it,” he growled, slamming into her harder, each thrust more punishing than the last. His muscles tensed, the burn of release coiling in his core, but he held back, wanting to push her further.

Lizzy’s breath hitched, her entire body trembling as the heat inside her reached a boiling point. Her muscles tightened, her pussy clenching around him as the pressure built, her body hurtling toward another orgasm. “Oh god ... I’m gonna ... I’m gonna cum again...” she gasped, her voice shaking as her body convulsed, on the edge of breaking.

Smith didn’t relent. His cock plunged deeper, harder, driving her to the brink. His grip on her hips tightened as he felt the fire building inside him, the heat rushing through him. And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he came.

A guttural moan tore from his throat as he emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with thick, hot cum. The sheer volume overwhelmed her, her stomach distending as he poured into her, her abdomen swelling with the weight of his release. She felt it—hot and thick—filling her completely, her pussy fluttering around him as her own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

She screamed, her body convulsing as the pleasure ripped through her, the sensation of being so completely filled pushing her over the edge. Her stomach bulged from the weight of his cum, her mind spinning, her entire being consumed by the intensity of it all. She belonged to him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Smith groaned, his cock still buried deep inside her as he gripped her ass, watching with satisfaction as her body trembled from the force of her orgasm. He could see the outline of his cock bulging inside her, her swollen stomach a testament to how much he’d given her. And still, he wasn’t done.

Lizzy’s body quivered, her pussy still clenching around him as she gasped for air, her mind hazy from the sheer intensity. She could feel the weight of his cum inside her, her stomach distended, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks. But even in the haze of her release, she wanted more.

“F-fuck...” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her body continued to tremble.

Later, Smith reclined lazily on the oversized leather couch in the spacious living room of the beach house. The air was thick with the aftermath of their intense session, the scent of sweat and sex still clinging to them both. The smell of sizzling steak and grilled seafood wafted from the kitchen, the faint hum of the delivery truck disappearing down the driveway.

Lizzy knelt beside the couch, her eyes locked on him, her body still trembling from the intensity of what they had just shared. Her stomach was swollen, distended from the sheer volume of his cum. She didn’t need food anymore—not when his body gave her everything she needed. Her gaze never left him as he lifted a forkful of steak to his mouth, watching the muscles in his jaw flex as he chewed.

Smith’s appetite was as sharp as ever. The lavish spread before him—perfectly seared steaks, plump shrimp, lobster tails glistening with butter, and an array of sides—could have fed several people. But it was all for him. He needed it now, to keep up with what he was giving her, to fuel the energy it took to sustain both of them.

“You’re quiet,” he remarked casually, slicing through another piece of steak. His eyes flicked toward her briefly before returning to the feast. “You know, it takes a lot out of me to keep you going like this.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice, her heart skipping. Every word he spoke tightened the invisible strings that bound her to him. She didn’t fully understand what he meant, but that didn’t matter. He was everything—he took care of her, made her whole. Her gaze lingered on him as he ate, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, the way he exuded effortless dominance. He was fueling himself, and that meant he was fueling her. It made her love him even more.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost reverent. “I’m ... grateful. For everything.”

Smith smirked, pausing to take a slow sip of wine. The deep red liquid swirled in his glass, catching the fading sunlight streaming through the windows. He leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with amusement as they locked onto her. She knelt at his feet, silent, wide-eyed, her body still trembling slightly from the earlier intensity.

“I have to eat for both of us now,” he continued, gesturing toward the spread in front of him. “You don’t need food anymore. Not like I do.” He cut into the lobster tail, juices dripping onto the plate as he took another bite. “But it takes a lot to keep you going. To keep you full, to keep you satisfied. It’s not an easy job.”

Lizzy’s chest swelled with a rush of affection. He was right, of course. He did everything for her. He provided for her in ways no one else ever could. She didn’t need food, didn’t need anything but him. His cum sustained her—it filled her, nourished her, made her whole. The thought only deepened the connection she felt, making her even more in awe of what he’d created.

“I love that you take care of me,” she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. “I love ... everything about you.”