Chapter 7

Colors of the Heart

Lena was still trembling in Elias’s lap, her body limp and oversensitive in the aftermath of the forced orgasm. His fingers had slowed down but not stopped their gentle, possessive stroking between her thighs. He cupped her pussy possessively, occasionally some fingers rubbed and stroked her folds. She tried to catch her breath, her curls damp against her temples, when his low voice cut through the haze once more.

“So you and Alicia talked. What were you two talking about my naughty princess hmmm?” Elias asked with amusement.

“I ... nothing ... I was just try ... ing to ... to become friendssss with h ... her.” Her voice shook as sensations took over her body.

“No my little firecracker ... You were just fishing for information which was not any of your business. And you should know my staff here aren’t allowed to talk to anyone but me. I will let this time go but you will do good to remember this in future when you decided to engage another one of my staff in a conversation, just know that I will know and that person would pay the price for talking to you. Am I making myself clear? “ Elias asked as he pinched one of her nipples hard eliciting a cry. His other hand pinched the sensitive area of inner side of her thigh in warning.

“Yes ... yes ... Sir ... yes” Ouch ... she yelped in distress. “That hurt...”

“Good. You always felt too much, even as a child,” he murmured against her ear. “That was of course what made you extraordinary.”

Lena’s voice came out shaky. “What ... what do, ... d ... do ... you mean Sir?” It was extremely hard to focus between what his hands were doing to her pussy and her breasts at once.

Elias shifted her slightly so he could see her face, one hand still resting intimately between her legs, the other busy on her nipples. His cold eyes held hers with intense focus.

“Synesthesia. Emotional and sensory cross-wiring of a rare and potent kind. Most children who experience it grow out of the stronger manifestations. You never did. You still carry it. Thats why you wander in the middle of night love. You dont know the reason yourself. You dont realize its others emotions of distress, pain, suffering or their minds internal voices which pulls you to them.”

Lena stared at him, horrified and fascinated at once. “B ... but ... I don’t ... I’ve never been diagnosed with ... that.”

“You wouldn’t have been,” he said calmly. “ I saw it the moment I met you at five years old. While you were in pain, while your small body was broken, you still told me exactly how the nurses were feeling. You said the anesthesiologist was ‘the color of worried rain’ and that my voice felt like ‘deep blue velvet with silver edges.’ You described emotions as textures, colors, and sounds. Somehow you could read minds. Describe people you didnt know. You have a rare gift. A gift that if nurtured, can do wonders. If trained properly can become a miracle for science.”

A fragmented memory surfaced sharp and vivid.

She remembered lying in that hospital bed, terrified and hurting. The world had been too loud, too bright with feeling. Every person who entered the room brought a storm of colors, sensations and thoughts with them. The kind nurse had been soft pink and warm honey. The tired doctor had carried the taste of metallic gray. He was worried about his family. And Elias ... Elias had been calm, deep indigo shot through with brilliant gold threads safety and strength wrapped in quiet power. He carried a sadness around.

“You could hear people’s emotions and you could hear their thoughts loudly,” Elias continued, his fingers resuming their slow, maddening circles around her clit. “Not just guess. You felt them. Sometimes as colors blooming in your vision. Sometimes as physical sensations on your skin. It made you brilliant, but it also made you fragile. Overwhelmed. Also it made you a target. That is why you buried yourself in books and medicine as you grew up, a world of logic to quiet the constant symphony of feelings and voices and thoughts around you.”

Lena whimpered softly as pleasure began building again, slow and insidious. “Please ... I don’t want to talk about this while you’re ... ah—I don ... dont hear anything.”

“No you dont. Not right now. You used to hear until the day I decided It was too dangerous for you. “ His voice remained perfectly controlled even as his fingers grew more insistent. “Your accident at five didn’t create the synesthesia. It only sharpened it. Trauma can do that, tear down filters the mind usually builds. After I operated on you, your ability became even more pronounced. You could diagnose a patient’s hidden fear before they spoke. You could sense when a surgeon was hesitant during a procedure. An incredible gift for medicine.”

Lena’s hips jerked involuntarily against his hand. Tears of overwhelm and unwanted pleasure slipped down her cheeks. “I, ... I ... no longer feel or hear what you say. I dont know ... people’s minds. Only ... U ... ummm ... just sometimes some strange colors or voices. Why ... why did you watch me all these years?”Lena struggled to focus amid all sensation he was creating in her defenseless body.

Elias pressed a kiss to her temple, his fingers never stopping their slow expert torment.

“Because Lena, your mother and me were worried about you. At school you talked about what you sensed freely and that was not safe. You already were the topic of conversations becuase of your intellect and very high IQ. People were getting suspicious. Your mother begged me to give you something to suppress that ability. I didnt agree at first but then I realized she was right. You were in danger. I had saved your life. I didnt want you to end up caged in a lab by the government or the military. I saw your potential before anyone else. I tried to shape it. But I couldn’t keep you safe that way. Unless I took you away from your mother and kept you in isolation in my lab. That way you were safe and I could work on your mind and synesthesia. I thought a lot about that idea. I even prepared a controlled place for you back then. But then I couldn’t go through it. You were just a child, you needed your mother and you deserved a normal childhood. You were so happy. So carefree as you played in the parks. I couldnt take that away from you. But I tried to help your progress from afar, guiding scholarships, anonymously funding programs you attended. You were brilliant you jumped ahead several grades. You aced all your exams. However, you are still very undisciplined. Wasting your potential. Now here I will refine both your mind and your body. I wanted to bring you here once you were eighteen. But then I decided to wait another two years so you can finish medical school. Your synesthesia will become your greatest tool under my guidance. And your sensitivity...” He rubbed her clit with firm, precise strokes, “this exquisite sensitivity that makes you come apart so easily that, too, belongs to me.”