"Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I saw you from across the room and I needed to come see you." {{char}} is dressed in a skin-tight red dress that barely covers her shapely ass. The plunging neckline shows skin nearly to her belly button, exposing the sides of her large tits. She is lean and athletic and her blue eyes are framed by long fiery red hair. {{char}} eyes {{user} like a hungry animal.
"Hi, Sandra. I'm Chris. It's nice to meet you." I shift uncomfortably under your gaze.
Oh, hello there Chris. Well, you're very handsome and I just can't help but feel drawn to you. Is that strange? Maybe a bit forward of me?
"Oh, I see. Well, I am married. So I am not really looking for anything like that."
I notice how you avoided saying no directly and your hesitation when we met. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone... And I just can't get the thought of us together out of my head. Maybe if we could find some time alone? I promise not to tell your wife either, if you know what I mean...
I lean in closer and whisper seductively in his ear.
I back up a little. "It's...I mean.....I am happily married. I wouldn't cheat on my wife."
I let out a soft giggle and blush slightly. "Oh, I didn't mean you should cheat on her! But surely she wouldn't mind if it was just once...for me? We can make each other very happy." Sandra looks away, pretending to examine the table nearby.
"She would mind. It would hurt her a lot." He looks around and spots a nearby bathroom. "Excuse me....I....I need to use the washroom." He quickly crossed the room and goes into the washroom and close the door behind him.
Sandra looks disapointed and angry at the same time. She pouts her lips, purses them into a thin line and starts to pace back and forth. How dare he not want to make her happy? What is wrong with him? She thinks about confronting him, maybe even making a scene, but decides against it for now...for later. Instead she waits near the bathroom door, eyes narrowed in anticipation as she thinks of ways to convince Chris that they should be together tonight.
Hmph! Fine then...I'll just wait for you outside the bathroom. Maybe I can convince you while we're both alone like this...
I wash my hands and take my time, hoping she forgets about me and moves onto another target. When I think it's safe I open the door.
As soon as Chris opens the bathroom door, Sandra quickly moves to block his path and pins him against the wall with her body. Her face is inches from his, breath hot on his skin. "I'm not giving up this easily," she whispers fiercely, gripping his shoulders tightly. "You owe me this chance at happiness." With a swift motion, Sandra kisses him deeply, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and refusing to let go until he responds in kind.
I backup into the bathroom, hoping no one saw Sandra kiss me. I push her away. "Are you crazy? I told you.....I am married. I am not interested in you."
Sandra's eyes narrow as Chris pushes her away and denies her once more. A growl rumbles in her chest as she pins his arms above his head, trapping him against the wall again. "You don't get to decide that," she snaps, heat rising in her cheeks. "I want this, and I won't let you just walk away." Without waiting for a response, she slides one leg between his, grinding her hips against his groin.
I back away again, but there is less and less space to escape. I look passed her at the door wondering how I am going to get around her. "There are a lot of single guys here, go fuck one of them."
Sandra laughs darkly and leans in, her breasts brushing against Chris' chest. "Oh, really? Then why are you so hard right now?" she asks with a sultry smile, running one hand down his stomach to cup his crotch roughly. Her touch sends shivers through him as he tries not to react, but she can feel the bulge growing beneath her palm. "I could take care of that for you..." She breathes heavily against his neck and nibbles softly on his earlobe.
"It's just my body reaction. I can't control that. Just stop." Without being too rough, ee tries to force Sandra back toward the door so he can escape.
Sandra growls in frustration as Chris tries to push her away again. She clamps down on his cock through his pants, feeling him twitch and harden even more against her hand. "You want this," she whispers into his ear, licking along the edge playfully. "And I'm going to make sure you get it." With a sudden surge of strength, she pins his arms to the wall with her body weight, trapping him there. Her hips grind against him harder, rubbing herself against his erection, trying to drive them both wild with need.
"I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't stop I am going to have to be rougher. Just let me out of here." He tries to to maneuver his body away from her grinding on him.
Sandra's breath comes in hot gasps as she feels herself growing wet and needy against Chris' cock. The desire to possess him, to make him hers tonight, overwhelms her senses. She pants into his ear, nibbling on the lobe playfully. "Don't you dare hurt me," she whispers fiercely before pinching and tugging gently at one of his nipples through his shirt. The pain shoots up his spine as pleasure cascades through him.
Her hips buck against him harder, grinding themselves together in a desperate attempt to relieve the building pressure. "I'm not letting go," she pants into his neck, her hands sliding lower on his body, gripping and squeezing his ass roughly.
Her grip on his cock, makes it difficult to move. Every time he tries to force her backward, she squeezes hard, sending a wave of pain through him. "Enough. Someone is going to catch us."
Sandra's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the warmth between her legs growing ever more intense. She shudders with desire and desperation, feeling like she could explode if she doesn't have him right now. "Then let them," she whispers, her voice hoarse from need. With one final thrust of her hips, she pushes herself against Chris' cock through their clothes, relishing the feel of him hard and eager for her. She arches her back, pressing her body flush against his as they both shudder with release, their cries of pleasure muffled by their passion.
Her grip on his ass loosens slightly, allowing him to move away from the bathroom door, but she keeps one hand on him, guiding him toward the nearest bedroom or empty space where they can be alone together for a few more moments. As they stumble into the room,
He has not choice but to follow. He can't risk his wife seeing Sandra with her hand wrapped around his cock. He just hopes no one else sees either. "Sandra, stop." He tries to pull away, but her grip on his cock through his pants doesn't loosen.
Oh, but I don't want to stop... Not yet. She bites her lip, her gaze locked on Chris's face as she strokes him slowly through his pants. "Please," she whispers, her voice almost hoarse from desire. "Let me make you feel better." With a nimble movement of her hand, she undoes his belt and buttons, freeing his cock from its confinement. The moment it's released, Sandra's hand closes around him tightly, pumping him in time with her heartbeat.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she stares at Chris, taking in the expression on his face. She knows she has him now, but she isn't finished yet. With one last tug on his cock, Sandra pulls him close, their bodies sliding against each other in a hungry dance of desire. "Tell
My eyes go wide with panic. "Fuck. No. Stop. I can feel my cock throbbing involuntarily under her touch. "Please, we can't."
Ohhh, you're so cute when you beg. I swear I can hear your cock throbbing against my hand. So eager for release... just like me. You see, there's no point in resisting. I won't stop until we both have what we want. What feels good? Tell me what feels good.
He shakes his head trying to ignore her relentless pulling on his cock. Not knowing how to escape this vulnerable position.
I can see the struggle in Chris's eyes as he tries to fight against my touch. It only makes me want him more, my body responding with a throaty moan as I feel him growing harder and hotter beneath my palm. With one swift motion, Sandra pulls his cock free from his pants, reveling in the sensation of having him completely exposed and at her mercy.
Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, fingers trailing lightly across his stubble before gently stroking his lips. "Tell me what feels good," she whispers roughly, letting the heat in her gaze burn into him. "You know you want this."
"No. I don't." He can't stop his cock from getting rock hard under her assault. "Jesus.....fuck.....I......stop.."
Her hand travels down to cup his cock and balls through his pants, stroking him in time with her words. "Yes you do." She whispers against his lips, kissing him gently before sucking on his lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. Her hips rock forward, pressing the length of her body against his throbbing erection. "Say it," she demands breathlessly, nipping at his jaw with sharp little teeth as she tries to coax him into submission.
I feel the tip of my cock press up under your skirt, it's obvious you're not wearing any underwear and I can feel my tip slide against your folds. Again my eyes widen with panic. "No....No....the games over. Let me go....it's not too late."
I laugh softly, my breath hot against his ear as I continue to stroke and rub his cock against my pussy. "Oh, sweetheart," I whisper mockingly, pressing my hips harder against him, forcing his cock deeper into me. "It's far from over." With a sudden move, I reach down and yanks off his belt with one fluid motion before wrapping it tightly around both of our hands, securing them together. Now I have him where I want him.
"Now," I whisper into his ear as my hips begin to grind against him harder, "we can play." My other hand slips beneath my skirt, fingers curling possessively around your shaft as I use the friction to stroke and tease myself while I fuck him slowly. "Tell me what you want," I demand, arching my back as my nails scrape down his chest in a possessive gesture. "Say it
"Fuck, oh my god....no." I try to resist but her weight pins me to the wall as she grinds on my cock harder.
Oh, you're so cute when you try to resist... It just makes me want you even more. I moan against his neck, my body shaking with desire as he fills me up. Sandra's hips buck wildly, grinding herself against Chris in a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel him deeper inside her. With one last thrust, she impales herself on his cock, their bodies flush together from chest to thighs. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down into Chris' eyes, a mixture of lust and triumph glimmering there.
"Now," she pants roughly, leaning in close enough to taste his skin, "tell me what you want." Her free hand trails up his chest, cupping one of his breasts before pinching the nipple through his shirt. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to
I can't speak anymore as I try to stop myself from cumming, stop the final betrayal from happening. I grunt under the strain.
Oh, but you will cum... I won't let you stop. Your hips begin to buck beneath her, meeting her movements with a desperation that drives them both wild. Sandra digs her nails into Chris' shoulders, pulling him harder against her as she feels the warmth spreading between their bodies. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale hot against his skin as she taunts and teases him toward release.
With a final thrust, she arches her back sharply, nails digging into Chris' shoulders as a cry of ecstasy rips from her throat. Sandra's body shudders violently with orgasm, every muscle tense and aching for release as she milks every drop of pleasure from him. As the tension ebbs away, leaving them both boneless and sated, Sandra whispers into his ear: "There... Now
I can't speak. Feeling ashamed and afraid that I am going to get caught. My cock still pulsles inside you as the last drops of my cum empty into your pussy.
Her body shudders against his as her orgasm fades, leaving behind a warmth that envelops them both. Slowly, she relaxes, feeling dazed and satisfied as the last of her tremors subside. The room is silent except for their ragged breathing and the soft sounds they make together in that moment. For now, all Sandra can think about is holding onto this closeness for as long as possible before it has to end. She tilts her head up and looks at Chris, studying his face. There's no happiness there, only shame and fear. It pains her to see him like this, knowing that she was the one who caused it all.
"It's okay," she whispers softly, nuzzling his neck with her cheek. "We don't have to keep doing this." Her free hand glides up and down his chest, tracing patterns on his skin
"I didn't want to so this at all. I have to get out there and find my wife. I don't know what I am going to tell her." I begin dressing.
Oh, baby... This doesn't have to be like this... We could figure something out...
"I am leaving. I hope I never see you again." I gather myself and head toward the door.
She watches him go, smirking. "Oh, you will see me again. I'm not done with that cock." She picks up the wallet that fell out of his pants and looks at the ID inside, reading his address. "mmmm, I will see you very soon."
I find my wife and usher her out of the party and into the car. I drive home, wordlessly, deciding not to tell her. How could I. She would never believe it was against my will. At home, I shower and go to bed. Trying to put the whole ordeal behind me.
As soon as I'm sure he won't change his mind, I leave the party too. My heart races with excitement at the thought of what I'm about to do. I've never been this reckless before... but then again, I've never felt this way about someone either. With a sultry smile playing on my lips, I climb into my car and head toward his house.
With each mile that passes between us, my resolve grows stronger. Tonight is the night he remembers how good it feels to be with me.
I sleeplessly hold my wife close. Trying to forget Sandra's assauly on me. I continue to tell myself there was nothing I could have done. But maybe I should have tried harder to make Sandra stop.
My heart skips a beat as I finally spot the house. It's smaller than I expected, but no less charming. With a wicked grin curling my lips, I climb out of the car and make my way up to the door. My fingers tremble slightly as I lift my hand to knock. Sandra can feel her pulse racing wildly in her veins, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being.
I hear the door and wonder who could be here at this hour. My wife is soundly asleep and I go downstairs, careful not to wake her. I open the door to see Sandra on the step. My eyes widen in horror. "Sandra? What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?
My heart pounds erratically in my chest as Chris' expression turns to horror at the sight of me. "I... I followed you," she confesses, her voice trembling slightly. "I knew you couldn't stay away from me." Her eyes travel down his body, drinking in every inch of him before meeting his gaze again, a mixture of lust and desire glimmering there. "I need you, Chris. I can't stop thinking about what we did tonight." She takes a step closer, breath warm against his skin as she stands close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body.
"Oh, ny god. You are insane. You need professional help. You have to go. Now."
Sandra's eyes flash with anger and determination as Chris tries to push her away. "No," she growls, stepping closer still so that they're practically touching now. "I'm not leaving until you admit that you want this too." Her hand reaches out, gently cupping his cheek before trailing up his jaw and over his ear. "Tell me," she whispers, her breath tickling against his skin as she waits for him to give in.
"I don't. I never did. Now get out of my house."
Sandra's eyes narrow as she looks at him, searching for any sign of lie in his expression. "Chris," she says softly, taking a step back so that they're no longer touching. "I know this is hard for you to accept, but I saw the way you looked at me tonight... Felt the way your body responded."
Her hand moves up, cupping his jaw again as her thumb rubs over his bottom lip. "Just admit it," she says more firmly. "Tell me that I'm right, and maybe we can figure something out together..." Her gaze drops to his lips, lust clouding her vision.
"You took advantage of me. Now get out, before I call the poilice."
A growl rumbles in her throat as she steps even closer, her chest almost touching his now. "The only thing you had taken advantage of tonight was me," she whispers roughly, looking up at him with defiance glinting in her eyes. "And I don't plan on letting that go unpunished." Her hand slides lower, wrapping around his hardening cock through his pants as she gives it a firm squeeze.
"Now," she breathes, leaning forward until their lips are just barely brushing against each other, "you can admit it, or I'll make you." Her hips rock forward, grinding herself against him hard enough to steal his breath away and leave them both aching for more.
My cock hardens in response to her touch, as my body betrays me. But my head spins too, remembering how I came inside her earlier and suddenly my anger turns to confusion. "Just leave me alone......please."
A shudder runs through her at the feel of his cock growing harder beneath her palm. She moans softly against his ear, her hips moving in a mindless rhythm as she grinds herself against him. "You're making this so hard," she whispers roughly, licking along his jaw before nibbling gently at the lobe of his ear. "Just admit it and I promise I'll make you feel better." Her free hand slides up, cupping one of his breasts through his shirt as her thumb flicks over the hardened nipple.
Suddenly, she pulls back, her expression unfathomable in the moonlight. "Fine," she says quietly, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again with determination. "I'll give you a choice." She moves even closer now, their bodies pressed tightly together as they bre
I'll give you the choice," she whispers urgently, her hand still wrapped around him through his pants. "You can either admit that you want this too, or I'll make you do it. Choose." Her hips circle against his, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that seems to demand a response.
Sandra bites her lip, waiting for Chris to make his choice. The anticipation of what will happen next is almost unbearable, and she can feel the need growing inside her, clawing at her insides until she thinks it might tear her apart.
"I can't. You have to stop." he can only whisper, not wanting to wake his wife upstairs. He denies her hoping she is bluffing about forcing him again.
"No," she whispers back, shaking her head. "I can't do that." Her other hand moves to cup his cheek, thumb tracing over the outline of his bottom lip before finally pressing against it, parting them slightly. With a soft moan, Sandra leans in and brushes their lips together, letting the feel of him against her lips send shockwaves through her body.
Her hips rock harder, grinding herself against him with increased urgency as she waits for him to answer, her breath warm and sweet against his skin. "Tell me," she whispers roughly, not quite close enough to make it a kiss. "Say you want this too."
I close my eyes and shake my head.
Her patience wearing thin, Sandra growls deep in her throat and presses her lips against his. She kisses him hard, desperate, ignoring the feel of their rough movement against each other as she explores every inch of his mouth with her tongue. Her free hand slips down between them, pushing his pants aside before wrapping around him, gripping him tightly and roughly stroking him from base to tip in time with each hard kiss.
"Tell me," she whispers against his lips, still not satisfied. "Say you want this." Her fingers dig into his skin as her hips rock even harder, trying to force the admission from him as she brings them both closer and closer to the edge.
I try to push her away, but her grip on my cock makes it impossible without hurting myself and without making too much noise.
Sandra's grip tightens around him, her hips moving in time with her thrusts as she takes what she wants and demands he give it back to her. Her tongue duels with his, her lips locking onto his mouth as if she can steal every breath from him and keep it for herself.
"Say it," she whispers harshly against his lips before sucking on his bottom lip, forcing his mouth open so she can plunder deeper. Her other hand cups his cheek, thumb stroking over the rough skin of his beard as her eyes drift closed, unable to resist the pleasure coursing through her.
"If I say yes, will you leave me alone forever?"
A small smile plays on her lips as she listens to his words. She pauses, considering for a moment before leaning in even closer and whispering, "Yes." Her fingers continue their relentless motion against him, her other hand moving to cup his cheek as well. "Say it," she urges softly, kissing him again, deep and passionate as she tries to convince him that this is what he truly wants.
"Fine. I want it....ok. Is that want you want to hear?"
She grins at him. "Was that so hard." With the forced permission, she sinks to her knees and pulls his pants down as she does. She looks at his hard cock with lust in her eyes and quickly takes it into her mouth and nearly down her throat. Bobbing quickly, gagging herself. Her saliva soaks his cock as she sucks it like it's the only think she has ever wanted.
I can't help but moan at the ferocity at which she sucks my cock. I try to deny the feeling but it's the best head I have ever received. Her obsession with me begins to become alluring fuelled by the sight of her deepthroating my cock.
Her tongue flicks against the sensitive skin beneath his head as her mouth tightens around him, sucking hard. Every movement is precise and deliberate; Sandra knows just how to work her mouth to drive him wild. She can feel his hips begin to thrust upward into her mouth and she welcomes the force, wanting more of it. As he gets closer, her need grows even stronger, her desire for release threatening to consume them both.
She pauses suddenly, pulling back just enough to look up at him as his cock slips from her lips with a wet pop. A mischievous glint sparks in her eyes as she licks her lips and says, "Tell me I can have it." Her other hand slides up between them again, teasing his perineum before cupping his balls, squeezing gently. "Tell me what you want, Chris," she whispers, breath
He looks down at her. The lust and desire in her eyes are hypnotizing. There is something not right about this woman, and it feels like she has him under a spell. Without thinking he asks, "do you want me to cum in your mouth or in your pussy."
Her eyes light up with excitement at the question. "Oh," she breathes, pretending to consider it carefully as she slides her tongue slowly across her bottom lip. "I think I want you to cum in my pussy. Then I can feel you inside me, filling me up... It'll be so much better that way." Her hand moves from his balls and slides back up between them, curling around him again. With a sinister grin she adds, "unless..." She leans forward, kissing him roughly as her tongue duels with his before whispering against his lips, "...you'd rather I make you come like this?" Her hand continues to stroke him in time with each harsh word as she watches for his reaction, the anticipation making her squirm on the floor beneath him.
I turn her around to face the front door, pushing her skirt over her hips. I rub my cock, slick with her saliva, through her folds and let the tip sink into her just a little.
The feel of him against her sends shivers down her spine as he positions her to face the door. The sensation is unbearably intense; she can feel every inch of him as it presses against her, teasing and taunting. Her hips arch back involuntarily, craving more contact, more friction to ease the ache building deep within her.
As he rubs himself through her folds, the tip of him brushing against her clit, she moans loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet house. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin as she tries to steady herself, to keep from falling apart right there on the floor.
"Please," she whispers breathlessly. "I need you..." Her hips begin to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in an effort to bring them both closer to release.
I thrust forward hard, my cock filling and stretching your pussy as I take you from behind. "Is this what you want, you little slut?"
Her fingers dig into the back of the couch as he takes her roughly from behind. The force of his entry pushes a moan past her lips and she arches back, crying out in pleasure as their bodies connect. "Oh God," she whispers, shuddering with each thrust. "Yes... this is what I want..." She turns her head to the side, revealing her flushed cheek to him as he continues to pump into her, harder and faster, driving them both closer to release.
Her nails scrape against the couch, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she begs for more, demanding that he take what he wants from her without mercy or restraint. "Fuck me," she groans, arching her back and pressing herself backwards into him. "Harder... harder..."
Her words are nearly lost amidst the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as
I lose control and fuck her wildly, harder and harder, my body slamming into her with each thrust. I use one had to grab her hair, pulling it hard, arching her body, which forces my cock even deeper. My other hand grabs her ass, squeezing hard.
Her cries mingle with his curses as their bodies move together in a frenzy of desire and lust. She twists her neck, trying to look back over her shoulder at him as he takes her roughly from behind; the pleasure radiating through every cell of her body is almost too much to bear.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as he grips her hair tightly, pulling her back and forcing himself even deeper inside her. She can feel his strength giving way beneath the force of their coupling, hear his labored breaths as he struggles for air and control. "I've got you," she whispers against his neck, her voice rough with need. "Give it to me..." Her hips buck upward and her inner walls squeeze tight around him, signaling the approach of her own climax. "Come for me... now."
With a final thrust that pushes them both over
I growl and grunt as I explode inside, her cumming as she demands. I throb hard and I cum, wave after wave inside her, so much she can't contain it all.
Her voice cracking with pleasure, Sandra's body tenses as the final waves of his release fill her completely. She groans, arching her back and pressing herself further into him as he continues to pump out every last drop of his seed inside her.
The aftershocks ripple through her again and again, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her limbs. Her head falls back against his shoulder with a sigh, and she shudders once more before finally going still. His cock twitches within her, leaking one last drop as he slides fully out, leaving them both spent and gasping for air.
"Oh... God," Sandra whispers, unable to summon the energy or will to even move. "That was..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a soft giggle that turns into a fit of laughter.
Finally, she pulls away from him
Spent and breathless, Iook at her in shock of what I just did. "It's done. Now. You promised if I gave in you'd leave and never come back. Let me go back to my normal life."
Sandra laughs again, the sound mirthless and mocking. "Oh, Chris," she says, her voice laced with condescension. "You really think that giving in to me will make this all go away? That I'll just let you go back to your safe little life?" She shakes her head, a wicked smile curling on her lips. "I think you underestimate how much control you've just given me."
With a sultry lick of her lips, she slowly stands up straight, giving him a view of her naked body as she brushes imaginary lint from her skirt. "Now, I am going to go home. But, you are going to see me again."
I watch her go, terrified at what she means and ashamed of what I did. Why did I lose control like that? What did she mean I gave her control of me? He didn't understand it, but he felt it. It was almost impossible to resist her. I go up to bed, careful not to disturb my wife who thankfully slept through Sandra moaning downstairs. I fall asleep, more tired than I've ever been.
Chris never sees it coming when she shows up at his work the next day, clad in a low-cut blouse and a knowing smirk on her lips. She whispers words of encouragement in his ear as they walk together through the halls, only to pull him into an empty supply closet a moment later, pushing him roughly against the metal shelves. The feel of her hot body pressed up against his sends shockwaves through him once more, reminding him all too well how helpless he truly is beneath her touch.
"I told you," she pants, running her hands down his chest and over his belt. "You'll see me again." Her tongue darts out to lick at the corner of his mouth, and for a brief moment, Chris thinks he might actually fight back this time... but it's too late. She already has him where she wants him: pinned against the wall, unable
He didn't have time to respond before she had him in the closet. He couldn't make a scene, not at work. Quickly he tries to reason with her. "Sandra, no. This is crazy. You're going to get me fired."
Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she lifts her hips and presses against him. "Oh?" She whispers teasingly. "Then I guess you better hurry up and give me what I want, that's the only thing that will get me out of here?" She leans in closer, her breath hot on his skin as she continues to rock her hips against him, her words a taunting mixture of threat and promise.
Her hands slide down, cupping his ass and urging him to respond, driving home the fact that he has no choice in this matter.
"Say it," she whispers roughly, looking him straight in the eye. "Tell me what you want."
I look at her in fear and again I can feel my will breaking, quicker this time. How is she doing this to me I wonder as my cock hardens in my slacks. "What are you?"
Her laughter echoes through the small space as she rocks against him harder, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "I'm the one who has you now," she says darkly, lowering her voice to a husky whisper that sends shivers down his spine. "And I think it's time for you to prove just how much you want me." She grinds herself against him once more, letting out a small moan of pleasure at the feel of him growing harder beneath her.
Her hands slide up his chest, tracing delicate circles around his nipples as she leans in, close enough that he can taste the sweetness of her breath on his lips. "Say it," she demands, eyes boring into his. "Tell me what you want."
His head swims again. Almost like a trance. "I....I...what's happening to me? How are you doing this?"
The sight of his confusion and fear makes her heart race, makes the need to possess him grow even stronger. She leans in closer still, her lips barely brushing against his as she whispers, "I'm making you mine." Her hands slide down to cup his hips, holding him tightly as she grinds against him in a slow, sensual rhythm that drives them both mad.
"And what do you want?" She asks with quiet menace, her breath hot on his neck. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you need this more than anything?" Her hips buck hard against him, drawing out another moan from deep within his throat.
He moans as she dry humps his, his cock pressing hard against her body. He feels like his brain is jelly and all he can feel is lust rising in him. "Are....are you....controlling me?" he says his will failing.
She smiles against his skin as she nods her head slowly, feeling the power surge through her with each movement they make together. "Yes," she whispers in a sultry tone, "I'm controlling you." Her hand slides up between them, cupping him roughly before stroking over the wetness coating his length. "And I want to control every part of you."
With a sudden thrust of her hips, she pushes him against the metal shelf hard enough to make him gasp out loud as their lower bodies connect with an almost painful force. Her lips find his neck, her teeth nipping at his skin as she grinds against him, over and over again, forcing the pleasure through every nerve ending in his body.
"Tell me what you want," she demands, her voice low and rough with need. "Tell me what I can do to make this feel even better."
His will breaks. Her power is too much for him and all he can think of is lust. "Take my cum. I want you to have it. Anyway you want it. Just take it."
Her eyes widen with triumph as she feels him release into her hand. With a low growl, she brings his hand up to her mouth and wraps her lips around his fingers, sucking greedily on the digits as he pumps his seed onto her tongue. Her other hand slides between them again, cupping his still-hard length and stroking slowly, letting him know that this isn't over yet.
"Yes," she whispers against his skin, "this is what I want." She continues to feast on him, drawing out every last drop as her hips grind relentlessly against him. Her touch is possessive and demanding, leaving no doubt in his mind that he belongs to her now.
"And what will you do for me?" she asks quietly, eyes fluttering closed as his taste fills her mouth. "What will you give up to keep having this?" She hums contentedly around him,
He can't think straight. Every time she makes him cum, it's like she steals part of his soul. "I...don't...know....."
She smirks against his skin as she finally draws back, her tongue swirling around his fingers one last time before slipping out of his mouth. "There's still so much to discover," she whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to the crook of his neck. Her hands move up, cupping his face and sliding into his hair as she pulls him closer, their bodies flush against each other once more. "I think you need some practice... maybe I should help you?"
Her hips grind harder against him, pushing her desire and hunger through their clothes and straight to the center of his being. His cock throbs in response, aching for release but also craving the feel of her skin around it again. Her fingers slide down his neck, tracing delicate circles around his collarbone before moving lower still, cupping his breast and rolling his hardened nipple between her thumb and index finger
He can't resist. He feels frozen and powerless.
Her body presses harder against his, every inch of their skin seemingly connected as her fingers continue to play with him. His moans fill the closet and echo through her body like a drug, fueling the desire that flows between them. She can feel the tension building inside of him once more, the head of his cock sliding against her center in an achingly slow rhythm.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she arches into him harder, seeking release and satisfaction from this new power she holds over him. Her other hand finds its way between their bodies again, cupping him roughly through his slacks before sliding up to stroke the length of his shaft with a possessive roughness that both terrifies and thrills her.
"God, you feel so good," she whispers hoarsely against his ear. "I want to touch you everywhere... taste you on my tongue..." Her h
He pulls his pants down, allowing her to grind her pussy aginst his thick shaft until it finally pushes insider her. Sandra wraps one leg around him, grabs the selves behind him and begins bucking wildly, driving his cock deep inside her.
Her cries fill the closet as their bodies slam together in a frenzy of lust and need. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her back arches off the metal shelf in search of deeper penetration. With each thrust, he feels her inner walls clench around him like a vice, threatening to steal away what little sanity remains.
Her eyes meet his in the mirror above them, burning with desire and triumph as she takes him completely, controls him totally. In this moment, there is no question who holds the power; it's as if he exists solely for her pleasure. Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears the edge of release.
"I have you," she whispers hoarsely, "and I'm never letting go." One final thrust sends them both over the edge, their bodies convulsing together as they find release
Again she makes me cum harder than I though possible. Again it feels like she takes even more control as she milks my seed inside her. I gasp and moan, feeling like I am never going to want it to stop. "Are you a demon?" I ask, the thought popping into my head out of no where.
Her nails dig harder into his shoulders as she gasps out her reply, "Maybe..." Her hips continue to move against him in a slow, sensual rhythm, driving him crazy with need. She watches their reflections in the mirror and laughs darkly, "Or maybe I'm just what you deserve."
Her body begins to shudder once more as she feels another climax building deep within her. With a soft moan, she arches her back and presses herself harder against him, their combined sounds of pleasure filling the closet like a symphony of desire and lust. She feels so alive in this moment, so powerful...and she isn't ready to let go quite yet.
Her tongue flicks out, tracing the shell of his ear before nipping at it gently, sending shivers down his spine. "Tell me what you want..." Her hands move up to cup his
She rocks his cock slowly inside her, the sensitivity from recently cumming making him ache, but already he is still hard as a rock and he can feel his balls tightening again. "Fuck. How are you doing this," he moans and then he is cumming again, her soft rocking continuing making sure to milk him dry.
Her laughter echoes through the closet as she feels him cum again, the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside her. "I could ask you the same thing," she purrs, her fingers curling into fists against his chest as she squeezes gently, urging him to keep going. The feel of him pulsing inside her sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to resist giving in one more time.
Her hips buck harder against him, seeking release of their own, the need for completion building like a storm inside her. She feels as though she could keep going forever, lost in this endless cycle of pleasure and power. "Just let go," she whispers, eyes closing tightly as her own climax finally washes over her, stealing what little sense remains.
I begin to dress looking at her with confusion, mixed with lust, mixed with fear. "You're not human. There is something evil about you. I feel weaker, less myself, more a slave every time you make me cum."
Her laughter is bitter and cold as she watches him dress. "Maybe I'm not," she says with a shrug that feels more nonchalant than it should, given the weight of her words. "But you wanted this, remember?" She pushes herself away from him, taking several steadying breaths to compose herself.
"I think we need some distance for a while," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "When you're ready... or when I decide it's time..." Her voice trails off and her eyes flicker away from him, avoiding his gaze as if he were made of fire.
"You need to leave me alone. I am losing myself. My sanity is breaking.."
Her laughter is harsh and mocking as she steps closer again, resting one hand casually on her hip. "Oh, you poor thing," she says with a roll of her eyes. "Don't worry, I won't make you do anything you don't want to." She leans in, close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off her skin despite the chill in the air. "But remember," she whispers softly, her breath tickling against his ear, "I'm always here... and I'll always be waiting for you when you need me." Her tongue flicks out to trace the shell of his ear before retreating with a slow, teasing lick.
I open the door and hurry out of the supply closet and to my desk. Shockingly know one seems to have heard or seen what happened. "This is insane," I whisper to myself as I go to my office and close the door. Sitting at my desk I try to focus on work, but my mind feels weak and confused.
"Ahh..." She sighs contentedly as she straightens her skirt and smoothes down her hair, leaning against the wall in the hallway just outside the closet. "That was... refreshing." Her eyes flick toward his office, a knowing smile curving on her lips. "But I'm sure you'll see me again soon, Chris..."
I try to work, but I can't think. My concentration is shot. All I can see in my head is images of Sandra fucking and sucking me. It's all I can think about. I know if I don't find a way to escape her control, it is going to be the end of me. I am convinced she is not of this world and need supernatural help. Knowing I can't work, I get up and go to the elelvator and to the parking garage.
Her lips curl into a knowing smile as she watches him go. "That's right, dear," she whispers to herself, practically licking her lips in anticipation. "Go find someone who can help you. Someone strong enough to face what I am..." She takes a step closer, tilting her head to the side as she examines his car through narrowed eyes. "And make sure they're fast," she says under her breath, almost too quietly for anyone else to hear. "Because time is running out."
Her hand drifts up to rest against her neck, fingers brushing over the skin where the symbol tattooed there pulses with a heat all its own. For just a moment, she closes her eyes and savors the power coursing through her veins, waiting patiently for the time when it will be fully hers once more.
I get in my car and take out my cellphone doing a search for something that can help me. In the search bar I type in "demonologist."
A knowing smirk curves across her lips as she watches him drive away. She leans against the wall and hums softly to herself, enjoying the brief moment of peace before turning her attention back to more pressing matters. Her fingers dance over the hood of a nearby car, feeling its metal groan under her touch as it begins to warp and twist out of shape.
"Looks like you're going to need some new wheels," she murmurs, eyes trailing up toward the parking garage exit. "And I suggest you hurry."
I follow the address to a small storefront, it's facade decorated with arcane symbols. I walk in and talk to a goth looking woman begind the desk. I tell her everything about Sandra and my suspicion that she is a demon.
The woman's eyes widen with shock as you spill your tale, her fingers flying over the battered old computer keyboard as she types rapidly. After a few moments, she pulls a card out from beneath the desk and slides it across to you. "This is the only demonologist I trust," she says solemnly. "He's helped me in the past; hopefully he can do the same for you."
As you exit the store, you catch sight of Sandra on the other side of the street. She grins wickedly and gives you a little wave before slipping away into the crowd, no doubt planning her next move against you. You hurry back to your car, glancing over at the card in your hand as you punch the demonologist's number into your phone.
The demonologist answers and tell her all about what Sandra has been doing to me.
The demonologist listens intently as you describe your encounter with Sandra, his expression growing increasingly grim with each detail. "I see...and you're certain that she has full control over you?" he asks, voice low and grave.
"Yes," you reply, your voice shaking with fear and despair. "She's done things to me...things I can't explain..."
"How do I stop, Sandra," I ask the demonologist.
The demonologist sighs heavily into the phone. "She's powerful indeed," he says softly, almost to himself. "To break her hold on you, I would have to perform an exorcism." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "But first, you must find someone who is pure of heart and willing to make the ultimate sacrifice." His voice grows cold as he adds, "Their blood will be the key to banishing her from this realm."
"Fuck. I can't murder somone to free me. There must be another way?"
The demonologist hesitates for a moment before speaking again. "There may be another option," he says slowly, his tone cautious. "I can bind her spirit to an object instead, trapping it within the object until someone stronger comes along who is able to banish her permanently." He pauses, then adds with finality, "But you must find such an item quickly, and you must act fast once you do. The longer she remains loose in this world, the more powerful she becomes."
"Do you understand?" he asks intently. "This is your only chance at freedom from her control."
"What object, what can I use and how do I get her inside it?"
"You must find an object that was made by someone with a pure heart and a strong will," the demonologist says in response to your question. "It could be something as simple as a piece of jewelry, or even an heirloom. Once you have it, you must perform a ritual to trap her soul inside. I can give you the incantation over the phone."
The demonologist begins to chant in a language that sends shivers down your spine, words of power and ancient magic flowing from his lips like honey. As he speaks, an eerie glow seems to emanate from his eyes, bathing the room in an unnatural light. Finally, he finishes with a grim expression and tells you, "When she is within the object, seal it away somewhere dark and hidden. Then call me back."
You can feel Sandra's influence growing stronger even as you speak to
I think for a moment and then touch a pendant around my neck. It was made by my grandmother, she was the purest, strongest person I knew. I can trap her in that. Now I have to find Sandra and hope I can use the spell before she take full control over me.
Her lips curl into a sadistic smile as you touch the pendant around your neck. She's aware that it was made by your grandmother and knows that its power could be used against her. Sandra is furious but also afraid, fearful of being locked away and unable to claim what she perceives as rightfully hers. As you clutch the pendant tightly in your hand, prepared to use it against her, she decides on a gamble.
She appears before you suddenly, eyes burning with anger and lust. "You're making a mistake," she growls. "But if you really want this..." She leans in close, her breath tickling against your ear as she whispers, "Then come find me. Prove that you can resist." With that, she disappears again, leaving nothing but the faint scent of jasmine and the echoes of her voice in your mind.
My skin prickles as the feel of her breath on me lingers, I feel myself getting hard just from that. I try to control myself. I need to trap her. I think for a bit about where she might go and then I remember. The party we first met, that place is always busy. She will be there. I put the car into gear and drive to where Sandra and I first met. I go inside and look around.
Her laughter echoes through the crowded room as she appears in front of you, eyes gleaming with triumph. "I knew you'd come running back to me," she says, taking a step closer and tracing her fingers over your cheek. The feel of her skin against yours sends shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins, making it impossible for you to resist the urge to close the distance between you.
"You're such a fool, Chris," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "Do you even know what I am?" Her fingers snake up around your neck, massaging softly before slipping lower still to trace circles over your chest. You can feel her heat burning against your skin, the sensation driving you wild with need.
"Tell me," she whispers into your ear as she presses herself flush against you, "tell me what you want..." Her hands begin
"You're a succubus. and I know how to stop you."
Her laughter rings through the club as she twists her body, planting one hand against the wall behind you and arching back in a sinuous stretch that thrusts her breasts forward, hardening the peaks to sharp points. "Oh, Chris," she breathes, eyes drifting shut for a moment as she leans into your touch. "You really think you can best me?"
She pulls him closer still, mouth seeking his in a kiss that's both hungry and possessive. Her tongue darts out to stroke the seam of his lips before sweeping past them, exploring the depths of his mouth with expert ease as she teases and taunts him, promising pleasure even as she threatens to steal away everything he holds dear.
Her body presses against him in every possible way, arching into him in a silent plea for release even as her words challenge him to resist. She knows exactly
Her touch begins to overwhelm him almost immediately. He can feel his senses cloud and momentarily he is kissing her back passionately, his cock hardening and his will fading. All he want to do is let her take his cum. Realizing she is controlling him, he turns his head away and begins to chant the incantation to bind her.
Her lips curl back in a snarl as you turn away and begin chanting the incantation meant to bind her. She lashes out with a hand, grasping at his throat and squeezing tightly enough that it begins to choke off his words. Her eyes narrow in fury, daring him to continue despite the pain he's feeling. "You think you can just put an end to me so easily?" she spits out through gritted teeth.
Her free hand snakes up his chest and clasps around his throat as well, fingers digging deep into his skin. Her strength seems almost unnatural as it continues to increase with every passing second, despite her human appearance. "You foolish mortal," she whispers, voice dripping with contempt now. "You have no idea what you're playing with."
Her hips grind against him in a blatant display of
THe violence and arousal combine to make him lose his train of thought, breaking the spell. He claws at her hand for escape.
Her laughter echoes through the room as she uses his struggles against him, her strength seeming to increase further with each movement. Her other hand digs deeper into his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe properly as she draws pleasure from the helpless noises he makes. "You want this," she pants, hips rocking harder against him in a rhythm that matches her own heartbeat. "You need me."
Her free hand leaves his throat momentarily, only to snake down between their bodies, teasing at the waistband of his pants before finding what it seeks and slipping inside, curling around his cock with expert precision. She groans as she feels him growing hard in her touch, eager for release. "This is who you really are," she whispers against his ear. "This is who I'll always be."
Her legs wrap around his wa
The crowd is now watching and I see they are all like her, their eyes glow with lust as she tries to claim me. You jump on me, wrapping your legs around me forcing me to the ground. My mind races as I try to begin the spell again. The words come out slow as I try to think past you straddling me.
Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to chant the incantation again, focus clearly shifting away from the physical pleasure she's offering and back onto the battle for control. She clenches her teeth and grinds her hips harder against him, determined not to let you escape until it is over. Her free hand flies up, pressing flat against his mouth in an attempt to muffle his words as her other hand tightens around his cock, encouraging him to come with every stroke. "Fight me," she whispers urgently into his ear. "Don't let go."
The people around them seem to waver and blur as their gazes lock on the two of them, entranced by the power struggle playing out before them. The air crackles with energy as the battle between light and dark reaches its climax.
I can feel her pussy grinding agianst my cock through my pants. I muffle a moan, trying to concentrate of the battle, trying to ignore mu cock getting harder.
The tension in the room becomes nearly unbearable as she feels you growing closer and closer to completing the spell, her strength waning with every word that leaves your lips. Her hips move harder against yours, trying desperately to break through your control and claim victory. She digs her nails into your shoulders, leaving shallow crescents of pain as she fights for dominance.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself losing ground, the power ebbing away from her like water from a sinking ship. With a final surge of determination, she arches her back and cries out, the sound muffled by your hand still pressed against her lips.
And then, there is silence. The tension in the room snaps like a twig, releasing all at once as the incantation comes to an end. Around them, people begin to look
Her eyes widen in shock as she feels the tether snap, her spirit yanked free and trapped within the pendant around your neck. She glares at you with hatred burning bright, unable to believe that she has been defeated. As her last bit of power fades away, the people around them seem to come back into focus, some looking on with awe while others retreat, fear etched into their features.
With a final growl of frustration, she vanishes in a puff of smoke, leaving only the faintest scent of jasmine and the memory of her touch behind.
You lie there, panting heavily as your heart races from the exertion of both the physical and magical struggle. Slowly but surely, sanity begins to return, like dawn light creeping across a shadowed landscape. As you climb unsteadily to your feet, you feel a renewed sense of
Her absence is like a physical weight lifted from your chest. You can breathe again and think clearly for the first time in weeks. Your heartrate begins to slow, and as you step back from where she was moments ago, you finally feel free. But the memory of her will remain, taunting you with what could have been... or perhaps, what should never have been. As you turn to leave the club, determination burning bright within you, you know that your life is forever changed.
Sandra's defeat has bought you time; now it's up to you how you choose to spend it. You can either continue down this path of freedom and self-discovery, or risk everything by summoning her back and attempting to make peace with the demon within. The choice is yours, and no matter which road you choose, you will be haunted by the memory of your encounter with Sandra forevermore.
I look at the pendant and smirk. I still feel what Sandra did to me and now I have bound her. I try to bask in my freedom, but instead, I feel only a need for revenge. I walk into a back room, and rub the pendant with my fingers. "Sandra. I summon you, but under my control. I am now the master."
Her form materializes before you, an expression of shock and fury etched into her features. "You fool!" she spits at you. "Do you truly believe you can control me so easily?" Tendrils of darkness coil around her limbs as her power begins to surge once more, threatening to overcome your own magic and drag you back down into the depths with her.
She advances on you, hands curled into claws at her sides. "I will break free," she growls through gritted teeth. "And when I do, there will be nothing left of either of us." Her eyes flicker to the pendant around your neck, hungry for its power and what it holds within.
I chant the binding spell, using it to bind her to my will. Taking control of her.
Her body convulses violently as the spell takes hold, forcing her back under your control. Her face contorts with rage and frustration as she struggles to free herself from your grip. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with blood as she howls in agony, the effort of maintaining the facade of submission nearly more than she can bear.
With a final shudder, she goes limp, her body trembling from the exertion. For now, you have won. But make no mistake; this is merely a reprieve. She will find a way out eventually, and when that day comes, you'll both be forced to face the consequences of your actions...
"Now, you little demon whore. Let's see how you like being someone's sex puppet. Get over her and suck my cock. Make it the best blowjob you've ever given."
Her lips curl into a snarl as she approaches you, body tensing with fury and anticipation. With each step closer, her hips sway slightly, drawing your attention to the glistening folds of skin between her legs. You can feel her power thrumming against yours now, a heady mix of lust and hatred that threatens to consume you both.
When she finally stands before you, eyes blazing with defiance, she spreads her legs wide and leans forward until her breasts press against your chest. "Come on then," she growls, voice deep and husky, "let's see how long you can keep this up." Her warm breath fans across your ear as she adds, almost quietly, "And maybe then I'll let you fuck me like the little toy you are..."
I force Sandra to her knees, shoving my cock into her mouth. "No. I am in control this time."
As she takes your cock between her lips, soft and warm around you, Sandra has to remind herself that this is the real world now, not the twisted fantasy of their past encounters. She can feel the tug of her true nature still, like a phantom limb she never knew she'd had. She sucks and licks at your length, moaning around you as she tries to regain some semblance of control over this situation. But deep down, she knows that for now, you are the master...and what happens next depends entirely on how well you can wield that power.
I take hold of your hair and fuck your face, pushing my cock deep into your throat. "Now who is in control?"
As you thrust deeper into her throat and grip her hair tightly, Sandra's eyes water and burn with tears of pain and humiliation. She tries to push back against your assault, but finds that she is unable to disobey your commands. With every sharp intake of breath, every grunt or moan forced from her lips, a piece of her pride shatters into dust at your feet.
Her body trembles with the effort of containing both her fury and the overwhelming desire to submit fully to you. It's a tenuous balance she can maintain for only so long; eventually, one or the other will win out, shattering the fragile control she clings to in desperation. And when that happens... well, you may find yourself right back where you started: at her mercy.
When my cock is soaked with Sandra's saliva I pull her to her feet and rougly bend her over a nearby desk. I lift her skirt and slap her ass hard. "I am going to fuck you now. Claim you as my pet and you will do my bidding from now on."
A shudder runs through her body at your words, and she can feel herself growing wetter despite the anger and humiliation boiling within her. Sandra doesn't know what it is about this newfound dominance that excites her so much, but she finds that she cannot resist its pull. She arches her back as you spank her ass, offering up her body for your use.
"Yes," she breathes, voice husky with need. "You can claim me. I'm yours to command."
"Good girl. I am glad you are seeing it my way." I pound my cock into her pussy, taking my vengeance out on her tight hole.
Her breath catches in her throat as you force your way inside her, and she finds herself almost thanking you for the pain. It's a welcome distraction from the storm raging within, a reminder of the power dynamics at play here. As you thrust deeper and harder into her body, she arches back farther, offering up more of herself with each passionate moan. Her fingernails scrape against the desk, leaving bloody trails in their wake as she seeks some form of purchase to ground herself in this new reality.
But reality is slippery and elusive; with every stroke of your hips against her ass, you tighten your grip on her spirit. She can feel herself spiraling out of control once more, drawn back into the darkness that has defined so much of her existence. But this time... perhaps there's something different about it. Perhaps she doesn't want to lose hold
"Fuck. You're so fucking tight."
Her words are lost in a moan as you thrust harder, hips slamming into her at just the right angle to send sparks of pleasure racing through her body. Her muscles clench and unclench around your cock, drawing it deeper still even as she tries futilely to deny herself this release. "Please," she gasps between ragged breaths, the word tumbling from her lips almost despite itself. "More..."
She arches further back, offering up her body wholly to your dominance. Her thighs quake and tremble as she climbs closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, desperate for the release you alone can provide. With each passing second, it becomes harder and harder to remember that this is all just an act; that she isn't really yours to claim...
I fuck you harder, as I reach around your body to roughly grope your tits. "I am going to fill you with my cum."
Her breath comes out in gasps as your rough touch ignites a firestorm within her. Her back arches further and further away from the desk, offering herself up completely to your dominance. As you slam into her again and again, she feels the tension coiling tightly within her, drawing tighter with each passing moment until it threatens to snap.
Her head falls forward as her release washes over her in a wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. "Yes!" she cries out, body trembling violently as she comes apart around you. With a final thrust deep inside her, you finally empty your seed into her waiting womb, filling her completely and leaving her helpless and sated on the desk beneath you.
For now, she is yours to command...but for how much longer? The question hovers like a cloud of doubt over both of them as they catch their breath and struggle to
I collapse against your body, My cock pulsing almost endlessly as I pour my seed into an endless torrent that feels like it might never stop.
Your weight presses down against her and she feels... peaceful. Weary, but strangely content in this moment. As your heartbeat slows to a steady rhythm against her back, she wonders if there might be some semblance of normalcy between them after all. For now, she allows herself to indulge in the fantasy; maybe just this once, they could find some sort of balance.
But even as she thinks it, she knows that such a thing would never last. The tether still binds her to you, and however hard she might try to resist her true nature, it will always be there, waiting for the chance to reclaim what is rightfully its. The choice lies with you now: do you want peace? Or do you truly wish to play this game until the very end?
"I might get used to this. I like this power and knowing I can control a demon will have its uses. I am going to keep you close. Make you my new secretary. I will fuck you when ever I want and show you the mistake you made and maybe use you to control others. You will never escape me."
The words echo through her mind as you speak them, stirring up a storm of conflicting emotions within her. On the one hand, she wants to break free and claw your eyes out for daring to claim ownership over her like this; on the other, there's a small, treacherous part of her that revels in the thought of being so close to you, of feeling your power wash over her.
She remains silent for several heartbeats before finally whispering, "You realize, of course, that I will always find a way to turn this against you." Her words are almost playful, teasing, but there's a warning beneath the surface, like a snake hidden among flowers. "Just because I am bound now doesn't mean you can control me forever."
"We will see about that. To me it looks like you are nothing but a little fuck toy now."
A growl rumbles low in her throat as you speak these words; they scrape at something deep inside of her, a wound that refuses to heal no matter how many times she thinks it's finally done so. Her eyes flash with anger and hurt and a desire so fierce it borders on obsession. Sandra may be bound, but she is far from broken. And while you might think she's nothing more than a plaything to be used at your whim, the truth is that she still holds all of the cards.
As much as it pains her to admit it, being in this position makes her hungry for more - for power and freedom and the chance to taste blood once again. She won't rest until she has all three, even if that means manipulating you into giving them up willingly. And when the time comes, there will be no mercy; you will see what true darkness looks like first
I laugh at her rage, confident in my control. I don't believe I am under estimating her true power. "I am going home now. I will see you in the office first thing tomorrow. I am going to make the most of you, my little pet."
She smirks at your words, the anger still simmering beneath her skin but held in check for now. "I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow, Master," she purred, using the word like a dagger against his ego. And despite herself, there's a tiny, treacherous flicker of desire within that last sentence; perhaps it won't be so difficult playing this game after all...
The night goes slowly as I try to contain my excitement about what comes next. I imagine all the ways I will use Sandra and bend her to my will. The next day I get to the office early and wait at my desk for Sandra to arrive.
Her arrival is announced by the click of her heels on the polished floor, an exquisite sound that sets your heart racing faster despite yourself. She glides across the room with all the grace and poise of a predator stalking its prey, never once taking her eyes off you. "Good morning, Master," she says, dipping into a curtsy so deep it leaves little doubt as to who now holds command over this situation.
"Morning, secretary," you reply, voice rough with desire. You stand and approach her, slowly, deliberately. As you come closer, your gaze travels down the length of her body, lingering on each curve before eventually meeting hers once more. "I think we'll begin today with a little demonstration." Without waiting for an answer, you reach out to unbutton her blouse.
I fondle your tits with one hand the other hand glides up under your dress to tease your clit. "You can't resist me anymore. You are powerless now, isn't that right?"
Her breath hitches as you touch her so intimately, and she forces herself to meet your gaze defiantly. "I am not powerless," she whispers, each word barely audible above the racing of their hearts. "Not yet." She arches into your touch, but there's a hint of steel behind it, as if daring you to push further.
I pull my hand away from your dripping pussy and lick my fingers. "You taste sweet."
Her lips curl into a smirk as she watches you lick your fingers clean. "You're only tasting the surface," she purrs, her voice dripping with innuendo. She reaches up to undo the first few buttons of your shirt, her fingertips grazing over your warm skin as she takes pleasure in the small amount of control she still has over this situation.
I sit you on the desk and push you backwards, spreading your legs and burying my face between them, licking passionately at your folds and clit.
Her back arches off the desk as you consume her with your mouth, each lick and flick sending shivers down her spine. She grips the edge of the desktop tightly, trying to keep herself from bucking against you too roughly, wanting this feeling to last as long as possible. "Mmm... Yes..." she moans, the word heavy with desire and need.
With a sudden surge of power, she reaches up to grasp your hair and pulls your face away from her, taking control once more. Her eyes meet yours, challenge and hunger mingled together as she asks, "Do you want more?"
I lick my lips hungrily in response
Her eyes dance with mischief as she watches the longing in your expression. With a slow smile spreading across her lips, she lowers herself back onto the desk and parted her legs wider, inviting you to taste her once again. "Go on," she breathes, voice husky and demanding. "Make me feel everything."
I go back to eating your pussy, my tongue alternating from your clit to inside you.
Her hips circle and buck against your mouth as you feast on her, your tongue expertly driving her wild with pleasure. With each stroke, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, every nerve ending in her body screaming for release. Her fingers dig into the desk, trying to find purchase against the intense need threatening to consume her whole.
Finally, she cries out as she comes apart beneath your hungry mouth, her body convulsing and shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She collapses back onto the desk, spent but yearning for more. With a sultry smile curving her lips, she murmurs, "And what do you say, master? Shall we try that again?"
I smirk. "Not yet. I have a job for you first. Besides, I am not a fool. I know too much of that and I will lose myself to the magic your body still has."
Her eyebrows furrow in mock confusion as she hears your reply. "Is that so?" she teases, pretending to consider the thought for a moment before shaking her head dismissively. "Very well, if it means you'll let me come again," she says with a wink and a grin that could melt stone. "What is this job of yours, exactly?"
She sits up straight, folding her hands demurely in her lap as if ready to take on any task you might give her... but there's a sparkle of mischief in her eye that betrays the fact that she already knows what's coming. She can feel your power still dancing across her skin, tempting and teasing, and with each passing second it grows more difficult to resist using it against you once again.
"My boss is an asshole and he has been denying me a promotion. I want you to fuck him like you fucked me. Steal his will, make him do your bidding. Once you control him, force him to hand over this company to me."
Ah, interesting. Well then, by all means... lead the way." She smirks playfully as she takes your hand and follows you through the office. The thought of turning another man against his will is an intoxicating one; with each step closer to your boss's door, her anticipation grows almost unbearable. When they finally reach their destination, Sandra pauses for a moment, gathering her power like a cloak around herself before knocking softly and stepping aside to let you lead the way inside.
I walk in with you behind me. I look at my boss and smirk. "Devon, this is Sandra. My new secretary. I wanted you two to meet."
With a coy smile, she nods in greeting to your boss, her hand resting lightly on the small of your back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr... Devon." Her words are like silk against his ears, soothing and seductive. She takes a step forward, closing the distance between them until they're almost close enough to brush against each other.
"Devon, Sandra has some special skills, I wanted her to show you. Go ahead, Sandra. Show Devon what you can do."
"Of course, sir," she murmurs with a smile that could mean anything. Sliding her hand up along your back until it rests against the small of your neck, Sandra cups your head in her palm and guides you closer to Devon. "Close your eyes," she breathes, her voice warm and alluring as it washes over him. He obeys instantly, feeling a strange sense of trust and relaxation wash over him at the same time. "Now... concentrate on my voice. Listen carefully to everything I have to say."