doing that?”
I pulled the knife from my leg, careful to feel happy about the removal no matter the pain, and said, “Did you feel pleasure during your spanking last night?”
Her face flamed red, but my strong, brave Sophia didn’t look down as she said, “Well, yeah, but that was different!”
“Yes, it was, but a similar principle. Once you learn to alter your body’s responses to pain and pleasure, learning to do so for a lie versus the truth makes a little more sense. Pain and pleasure are mere sensations, neither is good or bad. In a human, pain is there to warn of damage. To a lesser extent the same holds true for us, because we may be able to heal most damage, but we might not be able to fight at full capacity until we have time to heal.”
I started with a tiny needle, poking it into her leg in random spots as I talked her through convincing herself she felt pleasure. When she could manage the smallest needle, we moved up.
She’d always learned fast, but I insisted we take a break for lunch before we graduated to the largest of the needles. Her body was on sensory overload and her mind in a tumult.
Chapter Thirteen
Sophia
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked
I thought of two colors I liked. “I don’t have one.”
He smiled and said, “Beautiful. Again. The goal is to avoid giving me the answer you think I want, while convincing yourself you’re telling the truth.”
I nodded and he asked, “Do you have any siblings?”
I thought of the cousins always running around the royal grounds on the weekends, thought of how so many of them got on my nerves while others were a joy to have around sometimes, but not always. They’d been surrogate siblings. I focused on what I’ve read of brothers and sisters, and how our relationship had been the same as I answered. “Yeah.”
His eyebrows rose as he said, “Impressive. Okay. What is your father’s name?”
My grandfather had called him Imp, and I concentrated on hearing him say Tim instead of Imp. I took just a little longer than was probably acceptable, but when I said, “Tim,” I knew I’d pulled it off.
He nodded. “Excellent. Eventually you’ll need to learn to actually control the processes in your body, so you can emit whatever you please without tricking your mind into it, but for now this is a wonderful start. It’s about believing what you’re saying. I can smell your conflict, but in the stress of a meeting you’ll be nervous so they won’t think anything of it because the stench of the lie isn’t there.”
He showed me his knife again, and I felt the fear response. I immediately knew he smelled it and I growled in frustration.
“It’s okay, Soph. Don’t beat yourself up. You’re still learning and you’re doing great. I’ve taught people who didn’t come this far in a month of lessons, and we’re only on day three. You haven’t felt the knife yet and don’t know what to expect. Fear is natural.”
I nodded, knowing he was right, and he continued. “You’re going to accept it into your body, welcome it into your leg. Think about how lucky you are that, as a powerful shapeshifter, you’ll heal the cut in minutes. A human would take weeks or maybe months, depending on the angle of cut in the muscle, and a normal shapeshifter could take days or even up to a week. You’ll be fine in ten minutes, less if I funnel some power to you.”
I stopped focusing on the knife and held eye contact with Aaron. “Okay, so accept it, welcome it, be thankful I can so quickly heal. Pay attention to the sensations, don’t focus on the pain.”
I watched his eyes as the knife slid through my skin, into the muscles and sinew. I felt the entrance, thought about how his manhood would feel sliding into me, and smiled at him as he took his hand off the hilt.
“So damned proud of you, Soph. Pull it out, feel joy at the exit for me.”
I pulled it out, paying attention to how the
I pulled the knife from my leg, careful to feel happy about the removal no matter the pain, and said, “Did you feel pleasure during your spanking last night?”
Her face flamed red, but my strong, brave Sophia didn’t look down as she said, “Well, yeah, but that was different!”
“Yes, it was, but a similar principle. Once you learn to alter your body’s responses to pain and pleasure, learning to do so for a lie versus the truth makes a little more sense. Pain and pleasure are mere sensations, neither is good or bad. In a human, pain is there to warn of damage. To a lesser extent the same holds true for us, because we may be able to heal most damage, but we might not be able to fight at full capacity until we have time to heal.”
I started with a tiny needle, poking it into her leg in random spots as I talked her through convincing herself she felt pleasure. When she could manage the smallest needle, we moved up.
She’d always learned fast, but I insisted we take a break for lunch before we graduated to the largest of the needles. Her body was on sensory overload and her mind in a tumult.
Chapter Thirteen
Sophia
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked
I thought of two colors I liked. “I don’t have one.”
He smiled and said, “Beautiful. Again. The goal is to avoid giving me the answer you think I want, while convincing yourself you’re telling the truth.”
I nodded and he asked, “Do you have any siblings?”
I thought of the cousins always running around the royal grounds on the weekends, thought of how so many of them got on my nerves while others were a joy to have around sometimes, but not always. They’d been surrogate siblings. I focused on what I’ve read of brothers and sisters, and how our relationship had been the same as I answered. “Yeah.”
His eyebrows rose as he said, “Impressive. Okay. What is your father’s name?”
My grandfather had called him Imp, and I concentrated on hearing him say Tim instead of Imp. I took just a little longer than was probably acceptable, but when I said, “Tim,” I knew I’d pulled it off.
He nodded. “Excellent. Eventually you’ll need to learn to actually control the processes in your body, so you can emit whatever you please without tricking your mind into it, but for now this is a wonderful start. It’s about believing what you’re saying. I can smell your conflict, but in the stress of a meeting you’ll be nervous so they won’t think anything of it because the stench of the lie isn’t there.”
He showed me his knife again, and I felt the fear response. I immediately knew he smelled it and I growled in frustration.
“It’s okay, Soph. Don’t beat yourself up. You’re still learning and you’re doing great. I’ve taught people who didn’t come this far in a month of lessons, and we’re only on day three. You haven’t felt the knife yet and don’t know what to expect. Fear is natural.”
I nodded, knowing he was right, and he continued. “You’re going to accept it into your body, welcome it into your leg. Think about how lucky you are that, as a powerful shapeshifter, you’ll heal the cut in minutes. A human would take weeks or maybe months, depending on the angle of cut in the muscle, and a normal shapeshifter could take days or even up to a week. You’ll be fine in ten minutes, less if I funnel some power to you.”
I stopped focusing on the knife and held eye contact with Aaron. “Okay, so accept it, welcome it, be thankful I can so quickly heal. Pay attention to the sensations, don’t focus on the pain.”
I watched his eyes as the knife slid through my skin, into the muscles and sinew. I felt the entrance, thought about how his manhood would feel sliding into me, and smiled at him as he took his hand off the hilt.
“So damned proud of you, Soph. Pull it out, feel joy at the exit for me.”
I pulled it out, paying attention to how the
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