The Voice Inside Your Head

The annoying sound of an alarm clock going off, signaling it's 7:30 A.M, wakes Sarah up. She wishes she could shut the alarm off and go back to bed. But unfortunately, it's Monday.

Upon opening her eyes, she sees the empty side of the bed where her husband lies early in the morning. It's rare for James to be up before her. Pretty much every morning, Sarah has to wake him up since he sleeps through the alarm clock.

A bit worried, Sarah throws the blanket off herself, shuts the alarm, and rushes out of the bedroom. Entering the living room, she finds her husband sitting on the couch, watching TV with the volume off but subtitles on. "James?"

The sound of Sarah's voice slightly startles James. "Oh! Sarah! Good morning. I didn't realize it was already 7:30."

"Are you okay," Sarah asks as she approaches James. She can tell he looks tired.

"Yeah, I'm fine." James lets out a yawn. "I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep. I must have gotten... I'd say... Around 3, maybe 4 hours of sleep." He yawns again.

"Perhaps you should call in sick and take the day off work. You can catch up on your sleep while you're home."

"Unfortunately, I can't do that. Yesterday, Alyssa went on vacation and will be gone for the whole week. So, I need to be in the office. Also, I've already spoken to my boss about possibly taking off the week of our anniversary. She said I'm allowed that week off if I don't take any days off between today and next month."

Every year, James does something big and memorable to celebrate their anniversary. Last year, he must have spent a fortune to take her on a romantic evening around town. He still refuses to tell his wife how much he spent.

Sarah appreciates her husband wanting to do something to show how much he loves her. But he doesn't have to spoil her. Honestly, she would enjoy celebrating their anniversary by staying at home and being with their son instead of going out. But no matter how many times she tells him he doesn't have to do anything, he still does something.

After thinking carefully, part of Sarah wants to tell James to use his powers on his boss to take the day off. But she knows how much he hates using his powers on others. She sighs, accepting that there's nothing she can do to get James to stay home. "Please drink coffee before you leave. I know you don't like it. But it will help you get through the day."

"Yes, dear," is all he says. The rest of the morning plays out like their regular routine. Eat breakfast, then Sarah leaves with Anthony to take him to school, followed shortly by James. Despite disliking the taste of coffee, he does feel more awake as he walks out the door.

As he gets into his car, James can't shake the image of the worried look Sarah gave him before she left out of his head. But she probably would've worried more if he told her he had nightmares last night. After waking up the first time, James managed to fall back asleep. But he had a nightmare again.

The nightmare was a continuation of the first nightmare. James heard himself say, "Get ready to be turned into a sex toy, Sarah," again and started fucking her in public. He used his powers to make everyone around them pay attention to them. A second later, they became surrounded by a large crowd of people. They were all clapping and cheering James on.

James managed to wake himself up before he came inside Sarah, more disgusted by what he saw himself doing in his dream. He hasn't tried to go back to sleep since. Since waking up the second time, he'd been watching TV to help take his mind off the nightmare. It worked. However, as James pulls out of his driveway, his mind starts replaying his dream.

Strangely, James becomes slightly aroused instead of disgusted as he resees himself fucking Sarah. He's still sickened by the thought of abusing his powers on women. But for some reason, the idea of having sex with Sarah while out in public surrounded by people excites him. Even the things he said to Sarah while he was fucking her are turning him on.

"For being nothing more than a worthless slut, your pussy feels amazing. It's so tight. It's almost as if your pussy was made to satisfy my cock. I don't know, folks. Do you think this slut is worthy enough to be filled with my cum?" That's the last line James said in his nightmare before waking up. He doesn't realize he said the line out loud as it replays inside his head.

Once James parks his car, the nightmare disappears from his mind. He no longer feels tired but is now horny. His cock is slightly erect. Thankfully, the bulge in his pants isn't that noticeable. But just to be safe, he puts his hands inside his pockets and enters the office.

"Good morning, James," a friendly female voice says to him a few minutes after entering the building.

"Alyssa? What are you doing here? I thought you were going away for vacation this week."

"I was supposed to. But my flight got canceled. And what's even more frustrating is all the other flights for Miami this week are full."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, maybe you can still go to Miami next week. Have you talked to Diana yet?"

"No. I hadn't checked what the weather will be like in Miami for next week. It sucks that my flight got canceled. This was the perfect week to-"

James stops listening to what Alyssa is saying and looks at her cleavage. Were her breasts always that big? I could've sworn they were much smaller. And I don't ever remember Alyssa being so... Exposed.

Now even hornier, James's cock becomes fully erect. He tries to move his eyes away from Alyssa's breasts and look at her face. But he can't. His eyes are locked on her cleavage. His brain slightly registers what Alyssa is saying. But a male voice James has never heard before, seemingly coming from inside his head, starts speaking.

"Look at those titties, James. They're massive. Don't you just want to reach your hands out and grab them? Go ahead. She won't mind. She's a woman, which means her only role in life is to serve a strong, dominant man like you. Come on, James. Be a good man and teach Alyssa her place."

James almost slides his hands out of his pockets as he says, "Hey, Alyssa. Would you kindly-," but he manages to stop himself. Moving his eyes away from her breasts to look at her face, he slightly panics as he tries to think what to say. "Would you... Would you kindly fetch me a glass of water? I... Uhh... I have a lot of work that needs to be done today and want to get started."

"Sure, I can do that. I'll bring it to your desk."

James lets out a sigh of relief as Alyssa walks away. However, the voice returns. "Oh, I see. I love the way you think, James. Turning Alyssa into your servant sex toy is a great idea. She'll look great in a slutty maid outfit." Suddenly, an image of Alyssa appears in James' mind.

Oh, yeah. Alyssa looks so sexy... I mean. No! James shakes his head, making the image inside his mind disappear. I should have asked Alyssa to get me coffee. Stupid nightmares. Hopefully, I won't have them again tonight.

"You're not hallucinating from a lack of sleep, James. This is your subconscious speaking to you."

If you were really my subconscious, you wouldn't have told me to grab Alyssa's breasts. James says inside his mind.

"Stop acting like you're the decent man you think you are, James. If you really were a good, innocent man, you would have asked Alyssa to button her top more. There's nothing wrong with being perverted, James. After all, you're a man who has needs."

James doesn't believe the voice inside his head is his subconscious. But he has no other explanation on who could possibly be speaking to him. Praying the voice inside his head will go away, James sits at his desk and begins working.

A/N: I created the images in PixAI. I hope you are all enjoying the story so far. I'm not sure how many chapters this entire story will be. But I do have an ending in mind. I hope you all have a nice day and see you in the next chapter.