I Woke Up in a Reverse World Utopia with a 10,000 to 1 Ratio-Chapter 14: Be Careful

Kate’s auburn hair fans across the silk pillows like wildfire, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat beneath me. Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, urging me deeper with each thrust. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, painting golden stripes across her freckled body, turning this moment into something almost sacred.

"I love you," I gasp, driving into her with desperate abandon. "God, Kate, I love you so much."

Her green eyes are half-lidded, glazed with pleasure as she arches beneath me. That perfect mouth, the one that issues commands that shape my entire world, now curves into a smile of pure bliss.

"Yes," she breathes, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. "That’s it. Show me how much you love me, Tyler."

I increase my pace, my entire body trembling with the effort to maintain control. Each thrust draws a soft moan from her lips, the sound more intoxicating than any drug. The way she says my name, like it’s something precious, something worth savoring, makes my heart stutter in my chest.

"Like this?" I pant, changing the angle slightly. "Is this good?"

Kate’s eyes fly open wider, a gasp tearing from her throat as I hit some perfect spot inside her. "Yes! Right there," she commands, her voice breaking. "Don’t stop."

I obey without hesitation, focusing all my attention on maintaining the exact rhythm and angle that’s making her come undone beneath me. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, a steady percussion to accompany our ragged breathing.

"I love you," I repeat, the words spilling from me like a prayer. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Her inner muscles clench around me, pulling me deeper as her body responds to my words. Something wild flashes in her eyes, a possessive hunger that should terrify me but instead sends heat racing through my veins.

"Show me," she demands, her voice dropping to that silky purr that makes my spine tingle. "Show me how much you need me."

I’m completely at her mercy, my body responding to her every command. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, a gathering storm I can’t hold back much longer. Kate seems to sense it, her movements becoming more deliberate as she grinds herself against me.

"Kate," I warn, my voice breaking. "I’m getting close."

Without breaking rhythm, she reaches toward the nightstand where the small collection cup waits.

"Not yet," she whispers, her free hand gripping my hip, slowing my movements. "I want to feel you right until the edge."

I follow her command, holding back with every ounce of willpower I possess. Each thrust becomes deliberate, measured, as I hover at the precipice of release. Her body writhes beneath mine, her fingers gripping the cup with practiced precision.

"That’s it," she encourages, her voice thick with pleasure. "Just a little longer."

I grit my teeth, sweat beading across my forehead as I maintain this exquisite torture. My muscles tremble with the effort of restraint, but I’d do anything she asked, anything to please her.

When I can’t possibly hold back any longer, a desperate whimper escapes my throat. Kate moves with lightning reflexes, sliding me out of her warmth and wrapping her fingers around my slick shaft. The sudden transition from her tight heat to her skilled hand nearly undoes me.

I thrust instinctively into her grip as she positions the cup, her movements fluid and confident. A smile spreads across her flushed face, her eyes locked on mine as she watches me come apart.

"Such a good boy for me, Tyler," she purrs, her voice dripping with approval.

Her words wash over me like warm honey, spreading through my chest and intensifying the waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I shudder as I empty myself into the cup, each pulse drawn out by her perfect, rhythmic strokes.

"That’s it," she whispers. "Every drop is precious."

When I finally finish, she carefully sets the cup aside and pulls me down beside her, her arms wrapping around me as I struggle to catch my breath.

"So," she says, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, "like I mentioned when we woke up, that’s another way you can provide your sample."

I nuzzle against her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. "It’s just disappointing not to finish inside you," I murmur against her skin. "Feels like I’m being cheated out of the best part."

Kate laughs, the sound vibrating through her chest and against mine. "I know," she says, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my back. "But we have to follow protocol."

Kate’s fingers trail up my chest, her touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. She studies me with an intensity that still makes my heart race despite everything we’ve done together.

"Tyler," she says, her voice taking on that official tone I’ve come to recognize, "I should remind you that today is Monday."

"What?" I look at her, momentarily confused by the sudden shift in conversation.

"It’s Monday, Tyler." Her fingers pause over my heart. "According to your schedule, you’re required to engage in reproductive intercourse with your first selected female candidate today."

"Oh." The word falls from my lips like a stone. I’d managed to push this reality to the back of my mind over our euphoric weekend together.

Kate props herself up on one elbow, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder as she studies my face. "Are you nervous?" she asks, her tone gentler now.

I swallow hard, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. "I’m nervous this will change how you feel about me," I admit, the words scratching my throat on their way out. "That you’ll look at me differently after I’ve been with someone else."

Her hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward her. "Tyler, I promise that won’t happen, okay?" Her green eyes hold mine with fierce intensity. "This doesn’t change anything between us."

Something desperate and reckless surges through me. "I would run away with you if that’s what you wanted to do."

Kate freezes. She closes her eyes and breathes deeply, her chest rising and falling with deliberate control. When her eyes open again, she glances around the room suspiciously before speaking.

"That is absolutely out of the question," she says loudly, her voice carrying to every corner of our quarters. Then she leans in close, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, "I know you meant that with love, but saying things like that could create problems for us, okay?"

I nod, my throat tight with sudden fear. I’ve crossed some invisible line, one that Kate seems genuinely worried about.

"Please don’t ever do that again, okay?" she continues in that same hushed tone, her eyes darting toward the ceiling.

"I’m sorry, I just..." I begin, but Kate cuts me off.

"You were overwhelmed with your love for me and just said something a little foolish without thinking, right?" she interrupts loudly, her eyes communicating a silent plea.

"Yeah," I agree, following her lead. She’s not really wrong, honestly. It was a stupid thing to say out loud, especially if we’re being monitored.

Kate leans in, pressing her lips softly against mine. The kiss is tender yet possessive, a perfect blend that makes my heart race. When she pulls back, her green eyes are filled with warmth.

"You’re such a good boy, Tyler," she murmurs, brushing her thumb across my cheek.

I nod eagerly, warmth blooming in my chest at those simple words. It’s strange how those four words affect me so deeply. When Kate calls me a good boy, it’s like my entire existence suddenly has purpose, like it’s all I ever wanted to hear in my old life.

The feeling washes over me in waves, chasing away the anxiety about my upcoming "duty" with another woman. In this moment, with Kate’s approval shining down on me like sunlight, nothing else matters. I’d do anything to keep hearing those words from her lips. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"We should get ready," Kate says, reluctantly pulling away from me. "Your appointment is at noon."

"I guess so."