Taking Total Control: A Mesmerizing Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  That would be wrong.

  Slowly, he bent down, ignoring again the now-painful push of his hard cock against the confines of his jeans, and placed his hand on Natalie’s forehead. Slowly, her orgasms subsided. She giggled softly, turning under his touch and stretching out her hot, tight torso until her back was bent just so.

  Gosh, she was pretty. Maybe almost as pretty as that Maria girl. She just needed green eyes, and they could even pass as sisters...

  At the chance thought, Natalie’s half-open eyes turned green.

  Hissing, he drew his hand away.

  “What did you do?”

  He could have asked himself the same question. Maybe it was him. Voices in his head. Maybe he was insane after all. They had locked him away long enough, hadn’t they? Maybe he was just crazy, and this was all in his head, and—

  “What did you do?” came the question again.

  He turned now and saw Maria there, gliding forward on her effortlessly tall high heels. All day long, he’d been stealing glances at the tight confines of her skirt over her firm, hard ass, trying not to stare too openly down the gleefully open surfaces of her chest with all those necklaces dangling in her perfectly arranged cleavage. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and if Robert could actually risk falling in love, he’d probably be smitten with her.

  As things stood, however, he couldn’t ever be in love, and so he definitely was not smitten with her. So his heart racing as she approached was entirely attributable to his fear of being caught, being found out.

  Yes. That was all. It wasn’t because he’d do absolutely anything at all for them to run away somewhere together, forever, with her adoring his every last action and him treating her like the queen she was.

  “I...I didn’t do anything,” he lied. “We were down here, trying to file, and—”

  She crossed her arms. “It’s past closing. Well past.”

  “We lost track of time. And she started having this...seizure. I think she might need a doctor.”

  “Mmm,” groaned Natalie. “No...no doctor. Just nap. Nap nap.”

  She pulled her head against Robert’s shoe and slipped her arms around one leg, sighing contentedly. Maria raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.

  Robert’s voice was rough. “Apparently, she needs...a nap?”

  Everything about Maria’s countenance was gorgeous. It felt like a privilege to stand in front of her. Every line so smooth. Her lips plush and full, seemingly designed entirely to elicit pleasure. She considered Robert now, and he saw her doing it, considering him very carefully. Like a problem on chalkboard.

  “I saw the whole thing,” said Maria. “I saw her coming onto you. I saw you touch her...and I saw everything after.”

  Uh oh.

  “Fuck,” he said weakly.

  “So, tell me what’s going on.” Maria reached out and touched his shoulder, squeezing just slightly. “Please?”

  He gulped. Her arms were bare, her skin quite visible. The impulse to take a hold of her skin was a tangible sensation, like a soft cloth wrapping around his limbs and beckoning them upward to her body. It would be easy to touch her, to make her feel...anything. To make her feel all the things he had wanted her to feel since the moment he had seen her months ago...

  Every night, his cock was hardened and emptied with the thought of Maria. Nothing on the internet. Nothing from his phone. Just the thought of her was enough to sate him and help him drift off into sleep. Every new outfit she wore to work only displayed her perfection all the more, and from watching her, he could see the cool arrogance she felt towards everyone, and that made her all the more beautiful in his eyes.

  And with one touch, he knew now that he could change her...

  Letting out a short, sharp cry, he backed up and fell over a few open boxes of files, gulping and sweating.

  “Please. Stay back. Okay? Back.”

  He reclined on some fallen boxes, knowing already he’d have to arrange them later. Maria was concerned, and kept a distance, though she came down to the floor and sat catty-cornered to Robert. The spikes of her heels drifted against his shoes in a clearly flirtatious manner. “How’s that?”

  Too close. Too damnably close. If he wanted, he could easily grab her heel and do anything to her...

  But instead he said, “Fine.”

  “So, tell me what happened.”

  “I...you’ll think I’m crazy.”

  “I saw you change her, Robert. I don’t know much about you, but,” she ticked off her fingers, “I know you like the way I look, and I know you just touched Natalie on the wrist and she fell down orgasming, and I know you’re afraid to touch me now. You’re definitely not crazy. Excited, perhaps. But not crazy.”

  Robert’s mouth was dry. He took a moment to swallow and then swallow again, to work up the words. Often he kept to himself, not speaking unless spoken to, and so his voice took on the qualities of being rough and soft when in fact, when his words were let out to play for a while, he had a rather commanding volume.

  “I don’t know how to explain it. I touch women...people. And I can make things happen. It happens more with women because...”

  “You’re turned on by them?”

  He nodded. “And I don’t want to fuck up their lives, see? I don’t want to do it to anybody. But I...there’s all this power. The more I let it out, the harder it is to deny.” He closed his eyes. “I was in a mental hospital for the past five years. At first, my powers, they seemed harmless. I changed a girl’s hair color. I helped a friend lose weight. And then...I don’t know. There’s this pheromone component. Women smell it. They come on to me...they want me. And that turns me on, and then I want to use the power on them, and...I can’t help it.

  “I ended up committing myself to the asylum to keep myself away. The meds there kept everything under control. They thought I was crazy when I told them the truth, which was fine by me. Hell, I thought I was crazy. I thought...until what, five minutes ago? I had started to believe I made the whole thing up. But they, at the asylum, they drugged me up all the same, and that meant that everything was suppressed. But with the cutbacks from the state, they couldn’t keep me anymore. And then I was out...and...here. They got me this job. Not the University. I just said that because Natalie did. The boss knew all along where I came from, but she didn’t know the rest.”

  In a few seconds, he would open his eyes and see Maria on her cell phone, calling the cops or maybe those white-suited orderlies with the giant nets. Did they even have a number?

  He would open his eyes, and he would see the rampant disgust on her face, the disappointed disbelief that anyone as sick and strange as him would even be alive.

  Soft, warm breaths pushed against his cheek. A hand slid up his thigh, squeezing. Startled, he opened his eyes, and saw Maria there, her gorgeous face alive with lust.

  “Show me,” she whispered. She pushed her body against his, heavy tits sliding against the thick meat of his arm.

  Holding him tight, she urged him up to his knees until he was above Natalie, still dazed on the floor. Maria dragged her toward them so that her head faced them both. She was a strong woman.

  “You’ll show me, won’t you?” Maria’s voice was a soft, lilted whisper. “Please?”

  She couldn’t be serious. This wasn’t serious. This was insanity.

  And yet her hand was right there on his crotch, sliding over the straining mass of his erection.

  “You can do anything at all to her,” Maria whispered. “Anything you like. What would you do?”

  This beautiful angel was begging him to use the power he had spent so long suppressing and denying. But there was no denying it anymore. Her fingers slowly grasped the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. Her touch, sweet and gentle around his cock, made him shudder.

  “Go on,” she whispered. “Do whatever you like. Show me. Show me what you can do, Robert. I want to see.”

  Natalie was semi-conscious, a pleasant smile on her face. He
put his hands down on her skull, urging her with his power to become more awake, but less aware. Her eyes flashed open, dazed and open, her mouth hanging just so.

  “Green,” said Maria. “Weren’t they...”

  “Blue. Yes. I touched her and I thought of you. I thought maybe you could have been sisters. But I was wrong. Her hair would have to be darker. Fuller.”

  As he spoke, Maria stroked. And as she stroked, Robert let loose with his will, feeling power surge through him as Natalie’s hair became thicker underneath his very hands. Thicker, softer, shinier, darker. Before, it had been an admirable dark shade of brown. Now it was a deep chocolate. His fingers sank into it, sliding effortlessly between the locks, not a tangle to be found.

  “Oh my god.” Maria stroked him harder, her hand slippery with his precum. “Oh fuck. Oh my god.”

  She bit his shoulder so hard that Robert had to cry out softly. Her smile, guilty and excited, softened his heart entirely. Everything about her was beautiful, fervent, lustful, and immediate. He wanted to fuck her so badly that he could barely keep from exploding.

  “You can do anything,” she said. “Anything. You can...you can...” she gulped rapidly. Her throat muscles were positively elegant, seemingly made for taking down a massive cock. “Tell me that you can change her mind?”

  “About what?”

  “You know what I mean. You can make her...you can make her your slave, couldn’t you?”

  A long jet of cum spurted from his cock, landing on Natalie’s chest. She had never buttoned up her sweater, and the cum trailed slowly down the lovely cups of her bra.

  “F-fuck, Maria. I don’t know. That’s too much.”

  “Then why did it make you cum?” She grinned wickedly. Her handjob had slowed down, easing and gentle now, no longer quite so furtive and quick. It was like she had known, right away, to slow down once he came—to keep him going for even longer. “Mmm, and still so hard, too? I can tell you like that idea. You don’t have to hide it from me. I like it too.”

  “You like...a woman being my slave? You like that?”

  She shrugged, an elegantly beautiful motion. “I like a man in charge. Really in charge, with no doubt for those beneath him. That’s my favorite thing in the world.”

  Her hand continued its amazing work on his throbbing cock. Still, he hesitated.

  “You can change her back if you don’t like it, right? I just want to see it. I just want to watch her call you Master.”

  “Why?”

  “Because...” Her face nudged against his, that perfectly shaped nose rubbing heatedly against his jaw, their lips tantalizingly close. “Because it really, really gets me off, Robert. I want to watch you own her. I want to see how powerful you can be in all your glory. I think it’s shameful that you’re hiding. I think you ought to revel in it...and if you really need someone to convince you, I happily volunteer myself.”

  Her hand on his cock was slippery, soaking, and perfectly suited to stroking him. Right at the intensity and the frequency he needed.

  Her skin. His skin. Touching...he might have changed her already. Subconsciously. Fuck.

  “I won’t be able to stop myself from doing it,” he said. “No one will be safe. Not even you.”

  “I don’t mind. Just...let me be your first girl, please? The one you put above the others. So long as I’m first, I don’t care who else you fuck. Who else you own. Or,” she grinned wickedly, encouraging another hot shot of precum onto Natalie’s waiting knees. “I want you to have the best girls serving you. I just...like being above them. The best of the best. Isn’t that understandable?”

  His need to kiss her was overwhelming now. He couldn’t restrain himself. But she...she had to do it first.

  And she did. Whether it was because of his subconscious desire or her true desire to kiss and seduce him, Robert didn’t know and he didn’t care. Kissing Maria was heavenly. He’d ached for her plush, soft lips against his since the first day he’d seen her, weeks ago, and having her now stroke him so eagerly while kissing him with such intense passion was heavenly.

  “This is unreal,” he said, breathing hard after the mind-melting kiss. “This is happening...so fast. I mean this is the most we’ve ever talked, do you realize?”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” she moaned. “You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted and I want to worship the ground you walk on. You’re a fucking stud god and I pretty please please want to see you fuck Natalie’s mind until she doesn’t even know other cocks exist except for yours. Please?”

  She had taken Natalie’s tranced head in hand, guiding it toward Robert’s cock. Relaxing just slightly, Robert slid his cock through her waiting lips. Maria moaned, obviously aroused, as she watched him enter Natalie’s mouth deeper and deeper.

  Soon, they found a rhythm, with Maria guiding Natalie’s pretty face up and down Robert’s cock using her hair as a handle.

  “Say she’s your slave,” Maria whispered in his ear. “Please?”

  “She’s my slave.” Robert pressed hard into Natalie’s skull, making it so. “She has to obey me. She must serve my will.”

  “Yes. Oh, god, yes, yes. Make her call you ‘Master.’ Make her call you ‘Sir.’”

  Another surge of his will, and Robert slid his cock from Natalie’s mouth just slightly.

  “You’re my slave, aren’t you?”

  Natalie nodded earnestly, precum dripping from her plump lips. “Y-yes, Master. Yes, Sir!”

  Maria’s fingers were stuffed up in her cunt, her thumb rapidly flicking against her clit. A puddle of juices had formed around her knees. “Fuck!” she moaned. “That’s so hot. That’s so perfect. Fuck her mouth, baby, please? Fuck your slave’s mouth. Your pretty little slave’s mouth, fuck her throat, oh please, oh god, please!”

  Robert could hardly deny her. He lost himself inside Natalie’s mouth, in the sensation of her warm wetness. There was no restraint, no care—something primal woke in him. Something that knew he deserved this, that knew he should be adored and exalted in this manner. He fucked Natalie’s mouth like it was a waiting, dripping cunt, her soft throat swallowing down and suckling on every last inch that it could.

  “Yes, baby,” Maria moaned, kissing his ears, his neck, flashing those brilliant green eyes at him. “Do it love. Fuck her. Fuck her until she’s nothing. Wipe her mind out. Wipe it clean, oh fuck, leave her with nothing but you!”

  Robert came, hips spasming and his balls emptying down Natalie’s throat and stomach. Moaning and thrashing, Maria came as well, kissing Robert wildly on the lips, adoring him, feeling strong and undeniable worship for him and his power. In the heat of the moment, he was unable to stop himself from implanting that in her—though not nearly so much as he emptied into the throbbing-hot form of Natalie. Maria bucked against him, her slender body feeling so right as it thrashed against his in the throes of bliss.

  They let Natalie fall to the ground, where she swallowed and slurped up his cum, cleaning herself and his cock with a pretty pink tongue. Maria looked down at Robert’s cock with reverence.

  “You’re still hard.” Her voice was coated with the breathlessness of a woman who’d just enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

  He nodded silently, eyeing Maria’s body hungrily. She smiled indulgently, clearly knowing he enjoyed what he saw.

  “Let’s pump the brakes on you and me a bit, cowboy. I’ve got a lot to think about...and we’ve already gone further than I ever have with anyone, except for other girls.” She took Natalie by the hair again, guiding her tranced, worshipful face back toward his cock. “But you can do whatever you like with her.” She stroked Natalie’s hair like that of a favored pet. “Anything, baby. And I’ll cheer you on.”

  Robert was so turned on that he felt anything Maria asked, or suggested, he would do. And at her suggestion, he put his cock back in Natalie’s mouth and his hand on her temple to guide his power...and he was dumping her with everything Maria cooed in his ear.

  Make her wors
hip you.

  Make her call you Master.

  Make her as sexy as you can imagine.

  * * * * *

  Hours later, close to ten in the evening, Maria finally returned home to her spacious condo. Her boyfriend Fernando was there already, flipping channels on the television and munching through a bag of carrots. The home was spacious, with tall ceilings and ornate fixtures on the corners and walls. Marble floors in the kitchen and bathrooms, wooden floors everywhere else. Several thick, plush carpets were spaced through the home. With four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a laundry room, a living room, a dining room, and a gaming room, it was a large enough space for easily five or six people.

  Until today, Maria had taken it because she simply wanted more. She wanted more space, more costs, more of anything to prove that she was worthy of someone buying it for her.

  But now...now the extra space had so many possibilities. Robert had taken Natalie home, probably to fuck her rotten, but wouldn’t it be delightful if, in the future, he just came here instead? And with Natalie too, as well as any other new girls he managed to acquire. The thought made her feel warm inside.

  Fernando hadn’t complained about buying the condo for her. She had smiled at him for days, even letting him jerk off to her body in lingerie—though she was very careful not to let any part of his cock touch her. Dumbstruck with Maria’s attention, he did most anything she told him.

  “Hey babe,” he said, not getting up. “How was work? You’re home late. Assholes got you inventorying the files again?”

  Fernando was an idiot. But he was a cute idiot, and even more importantly than that, he was a rich idiot. He had bankrolled this new condo for her while she strung him along on promises and promises of sex. They had done little more than kiss, and even that felt revolting now.

  Robert was the only man for her, ever. That was clear now.

  It wasn’t lost on her that it was possible he had made her think that. She wasn’t sure she cared, even if he had changed her. Changed her in the same way that he had completely reformatted Natalie’s mind right before her eyes.

  Anything you say, Master. I’m yours forever, I promise. I’ll always obey.