In the conclusion to The Necklace, Randal must find a way to return to Valentina’s body from his necklace prison, and stay as her forever while he changes her life to suit his desires. Available on Smashwords or Amazon.
Trapped in the necklace, Randal uses every ounce of strength to reach out to someone so he can get back inside Valentina. Luckily, he sparks a connection with her roommate, Monica, and mentally cajoles her to fix the necklace and put it on Valentina.
The instant he’s back in Valentina’s body Randal sets to work ensuring she’ll never get rid of him again while he changes her life to suit him, getting into a lesbian relationship with a hot Asian masseuse and then filling Valentina with a desire to become a fitness influencer.
But Monica hates all the changes in her roommate, and her interference could trap Douglas back in the necklace forever. Douglas has to take care of her before she ends his fun for good.
There was no concept of time in the red void. It could have been hours. Days. Weeks. Occasionally he would sense Valentina’s presence as she got closer to him, but despite Randal’s increasingly desperate commands, she didn’t touch the necklace or, more importantly, the red pendant where Randal’s mind was trapped. When Valentina came near the pendant where it lay on the kitchen table, Randal could sense the emotional turmoil within her. Her mind replaying the sexual things she’d done to Madison – that Randal had made her do while inside her – and then the consequences of their romp going public: Her clients stopped calling. Work dried up. She was living off savings.
The intense emotional turmoil within her seemed to block Randal’s commands. At least from a distance. He needed her to put the chain around her neck. Or, with the chain snapped, to touch the red pendant itself. Valentina didn’t even do that. The necklace and pendant remained on the table where she’d left it.
Every now and then he felt another presence. Another mind. Slightly judgmental. He felt the criticism along with a sort of vapidity, a lack of depth and an urge for cleanliness and order. Monica. Valentina’s bubbly blonde roommate. It must be her. She was the only other person who would be around so much. Monica’s mind came and went, getting stronger whenever she remained near the necklace for any length of time. And if he could sense her perhaps he could influence her.
He reached out. Her mind was neat to the point of emptiness. Not much baggage when there wasn’t much there to begin with. That made it easier for Randal to slip in and try to substitute his thoughts for her own. But he’d lost the bulk of his power. He couldn’t command her in the necklace’s broken state. All he could do was whisper suggestions without knowing whether they even reached her conscious mind.
Fix the necklace. Fix the necklace. Randal urged, concentrating on trying to beam his message into Monica’s mind.
Every time Monica’s presence appeared on the edge of Randal’s perception he tried. Fix the necklace.
It felt hopeless. At some point surely the necklace would be swept into the trash and then where would he be? Stuck in here forever?
Randal didn’t know how long he waited, how many times he tried to beam his message out to Monica’s mind. But one day she picked it up. Randal’s connection to her was suddenly much stronger, though he wasn’t in her body. It felt like it did when he’d pressed the pendant against Madison in the gym change rooms. Her thoughts were open to him and his suggestions flooded in, but he wasn’t seeing the world through her eyes like he’d done with Valentina.
Randal could sense that Monica intended to fix the necklace. She wasn’t exactly sure why – maybe as a gift to her roommate to help her out of her depression? It wasn’t the worst thing in the world and didn’t run contrary to Monica’s emotions. Perhaps that was why Randal’s command was successful after so long. Had he tried for something more against her character she may have ignored his thoughts.
Instead, she dropped the pendant containing Randal into her purse and banished him to the red void again, though he felt her presence so close. Sometime later another person’s mind snapped into sudden focus. A man holding the pendant, his thoughts full of options on how to fix the chain. The jeweler Monica had dropped the necklace off with. Randal got glimpses of the man repairing the chain. Then it was complete and the man put him aside. Then more nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Until Randal thought he would go insane. Then, finally, Monica’s presence reappeared.
Her mind comforted him on the drive back home. He hooked into her, soaking up her thoughts after so long alone. Through her mind he picked up songs off the radio and her swearing at other drivers. It was a long drive home and when they arrived Monica thought that Valentina had once again locked herself in her room. Hooked into her thoughts, Randal pushed as hard as he could for her to go give Valentina the gift now.
Monica moved down the hallway, not sure whether she should interrupt whatever Valentina was doing. But the steady drumbeat of Randal’s commands urged her on. She knocked. A few seconds later Valentina’s presence faded into view until it was so bright. So there in front of him. He waited, unable to hear the exact conversation, still willing Monica to convince Valentina to put the necklace on.
And suddenly the world blinked back into existence. His hands – Valentina’s hands! – behind his neck fastening the clasp. Her gaze focused on Monica’s baby face. The welcome pull of Valentina’s breasts on his chest. Her hips, her legs, her scent, her presence surrounding him, even in the baggy clothes she’d been wearing for days. Valentina was tired and stressed but Randal sighed with relief at being back inside her, a sigh that flitted out through Valentina’s own lips. He was back in control. Hooked in like he’d never left. And he would be sure to never leave again.
“Thanks, Monica, that’s so sweet,” Randal felt the words spill from Valentina’s mouth. “I feel so much better.”
They hugged, Randal keenly aware of Monica’s enormous tits pressed against Valentina’s own and the soft feeling sent a shock of desire through him that took Valentina by surprise. This was the strange feeling she’d been trying to escape. And now it was back. Randal soothed her mind. It was so much easier to do when she wore the necklace. He was in charge now.
The pendant rested against Monica’s shirt as they hugged. Had it rested against her skin, Randal’s thoughts may have been enough to send them both over the edge into a frenzy of kissing and fucking. Randal was so glad to be back in Valentina’s body he didn’t force the issue. Besides, Valentina was tired and felt dirty. Depression had taken its toll and she’d not showered for a few days.
That was Randal’s first improvement. With the necklace on, he urged Valentina to strip naked and step into the shower. He ran his hands along her body, over those wonderous bouncy tits, across her plump ass, luxuriating over every inch of her skin after such a long absence. Valentina had no idea why she liked touching herself so much this afternoon, why it felt so good to slide the suds up and down her thighs, across her tits, pinch each little nipple, grab her breasts and squeeze, drag her hands own across her buttocks and around to tease her slick entrance.
He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off but remained wet between his legs. God, it felt so good to be back. Valentina wrapped herself in a towel and returned to her room, Randal feeding the vibrating itch in her core that needed to be tended to. He urged her to grab a toy but found his face frowning in disappointment. She didn’t have any. And yet he needed something to fill himself.
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