In the middle of the night

Awakening in the middle of the night, Lasse found himself in a state of arousal that was impossible to ignore. His body was on fire, a throbbing heat centered in his lower half. He was hard, harder than he had ever been before, and his mind was filled with images of Laura.

His hand moved to his erection almost of its own accord, fingers wrapping around the hard length. He began to stroke himself, his mind filled with the thought of Laura wearing his skin. It was a strange, surreal thought, but it only served to fuel his arousal further.

In his mind he saw Laura, her face wearing a wicked grin as she slipped into his skin. He imagined the way his body would feel under her control, the way she would move him, manipulate him. It was a thought that should have been terrifying, but instead, it only excited him more.

His hand moved faster, his breathing growing ragged as he lost himself in the fantasy. His body was no longer his own, but Laura's. He was hers to command, to control, and the thought was intoxicating. In his mind, he could almost feel her touch, her control seeping into his very being.

As his climax approached, a strange thought entered his mind. Was he really in control here? Or was he already under Laura's spell, unknowingly following her commands? The thought was quickly dismissed as his orgasm hit, a powerful wave of pleasure that left him breathless and spent.

Lying in the aftermath, Lasse couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. But the sleepiness was creeping back in, and he decided to deal with it in the morning. Little did he know, he was already under Laura's control, and he would never find out.