At Lauras Place

At the same time, Laura was indulging in her own desires. As she mentally manipulated Lasse, her other hand was busy at work, slipping under her nightgown and between her thighs. The connection she had with Lasse was not just one-sided. His arousal, his pleasure, it all echoed within her, stirring up her own desires.

Her fingers traced the sensitive folds, her breath hitching as she mirrored Lasse's actions. She felt the heat pooling within her, the throbbing echo of Lasse's arousal resonating within her own body. She imagined herself wearing his skin, controlling his every move, and the thought only served to fuel her arousal.

Her fingers moved faster, her mind split between controlling Lasse and focusing on her own pleasure. The dual sensations, the mental and physical stimulation, was overwhelming. It was a rush of power and pleasure, all rolled into one.

As her climax approached, she felt Lasse's own climax through their mental connection. It was a strange, surreal sensation, experiencing someone else's pleasure as her own. It pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Laura sat back, a satisfied smile on her face. This was just the beginning, she knew. She had Lasse under her control, and she intended to explore the full extent of the power she held over him.