Ty was tired of people telling him what he couldn't do. "'No way in hell?'" Ty repeated. "And, just how do you think you could stop me?"
She squirmed uncomfortably on her bed and grunted. Already, her wet pussy was getting puffy and her clit was growing hard. Ty could tell it was taking all of her self control to keep from jabbing her fingers deep inside and masturbating all by herself. "Please, go," she said and whimpered at her over-aroused body. Ty smiled to see her pleading with him now.
"I don't even have to control you this time," he said as he approached her. "I'm just going to take the passenger seat for this ride."
"No," she said. "Not again."
Ty concentrated, and then he was on the bed inside of her. Her body was on fire with sexual arousal. It was almost unbearable how horny she felt now.
"No," she cried, and Ty felt the strange sensation of someone else controlling his mouth. Well, it was technically her mouth, but he felt every nerve impulse of hers as if they were his own. He could sense every jiggle of her breasts and every drop of sweat that rolled down her skin. It was so much stranger than simply possessing her, though. It felt more like her body had possessed his mind than his mind had possessed her body. "Get out of me!" she cried. Then, she groaned and clutched at her sheets, while Ty felt every twitch of her body from the inside. Her arousal showed no sign of calming down. It was only a matter of time.
One of her hands tentatively cupped her breast as her other hand snaked down towards her crotch, but just before it reached her pussy, she yanked it away. "No!" she said and clutched the sheets again with both hands. "I won't do it. I refuse!" She panted, chest heaving, but she did nothing to react to her dripping pussy, even as it begged for attention.
She glanced at her bathroom. "The shower," she said between pants. "You can make it." She sat up, undid her bra, dropped it on the bed, and then stumbled naked into her bathroom. Again, Ty felt the strange sensation of the woman puppeting him around in her body. She knelt before her tub, turned on the tap, and started the shower spray. Then, she climbed into the shower and gasped as the icy water hit her bare skin and took her breath away.
Her body tensed up in the freezing stream of water, but she stood her ground and let the water chill her whole body. The pain of the cold started to do its job: the arousal she had been feeling was being drowned out by the cold shower.
Ty felt it all just as painfully from within her. To his amazement, he realized that she was trying to force him to leave her body by putting herself through pain. He was impressed. She was tougher than he had expected.
He had to decide what to do next. Should he hang around inside her until she finally gives in and masturbates? Should he admit defeat and leave her body? Or, should he take control of her again?