Chapitre 26: Chapter 26: Wig Twisting Season
"So..." Veronica says, her voice low and measured, "that Tyrell fellow. Where is he?"
I glance at her, noting the careful neutrality of her expression.
"I think he's in trouble with his boss," I reply, my voice tinged with concern. The memory of Tyrell's hasty departure flashes through my mind, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by tension and worry.
Veronica nods slowly, her raven hair catching the sunlight. "Because of the news?
"Yeah," I confirm with a sigh. We pause at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. The digital countdown ticks away, each second feeling longer than the last. "Skye is going to be pissed," I add, the words heavy with dread.
Veronica turns to me then, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that takes me aback. "She certainly is."
The crosswalk light changes, and we step off the curb together. As we cross the street, I can't help but notice how Veronica subtly positions herself between me and the flow of traffic, as if shielding me from potential danger. It's a small gesture, but one that speaks volumes about her protective instincts.
The rest of our walk passes in a blur. The silence was heavy and a tad bit awkward.
As we enter the lobby of Skye's penthouse apartment the marble floors gleam under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, our reflections distorted in the highly polished surface.
Suddenly, Veronica's hand shoots out, her fingers wrapping around my forearm in a grip that's surprisingly strong. Before I can react, she's pulling me off to the side, her movements quick and purposeful. We veer away from the bank of elevators, instead heading towards an inconspicuous door tucked away in a corner of the lobby.
"Veronica, what-" I start to ask, but she cuts me off with a sharp shake of her head.
With practiced ease, she produces a key card from her pocket and swipes it through the reader next to the door. There's a soft beep and the lock disengages with a quiet click. In one fluid motion, Veronica pushes the door open and pulls me inside.
The maintenance room is a stark contrast to the opulent lobby. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker to life overhead, casting everything in a sickly pale glow. The air is thick with the smell of cleaning supplies and machinery. Shelves line the walls, stocked with an array of tools, spare parts, and industrial-sized bottles of various chemicals.
Veronica closes the door behind us, the soft thud seeming unnaturally loud in the confined space. She turns to face me, her purple eyes intense and filled with a hungry emotion.
Veronica's eyes seem to change, a faint purple glow emanating from her irises. The effect is mesmerizing, drawing me in.
"Fall under my spell," she commands, her voice low and hypnotic.
"What?" I start to say, confused. But almost immediately, a wave of calm washes over me. My muscles relax, and my mind grows hazy. I feel strangely at ease.
Veronica gently pushes me against the wall. I slide down lazily until I'm sitting on the cold concrete floor, looking up at her. Her eyes continue to glow that unnatural purple, holding me transfixed.
*****
[Mind Mistress's POV]
With Luke under my spell, I feel invincible. A rush of power courses through my veins, setting every nerve ending alight. The dingy maintenance room fades away, and in this moment, it feels like the entire world has narrowed down to just the two of us.
"Speak only the truth," I command, my voice resonating with authority.
Luke nods slowly, his eyes lighting up with that telltale purple glow that signifies my control over him. It's a beautiful sight.
"What do you want to know?" he asks, his voice eerily calm.
I smile wide, feeling like a cat that's just cornered a particularly juicy mouse.
"Do you want to fuck me, Luke?" I ask my voice laced with anticipation.
The words hang in the air between us, charged with possibility.
But then, to my utter shock and dismay, Luke calmly replies, "No."
The single word hits me like a physical blow, shattering my confidence and sending me reeling. Anger bubbles up inside me, hot and fierce.
"Why not?" I demand, my voice rising with indignation. "Aren't you supposed to be a horny dog?"
Luke's expression remains placid, untouched by my outburst. His purple-tinged eyes meet mine steadily as he delivers another crushing blow:
"I only want to fuck Skye."
I sigh, annoyed. "Right, right."
I take a deep breath, regaining my composure. My eyes narrow as I lock gazes with Luke once more, the purple glow in my irises intensifying.
"Take out your cock," I command, my voice dripping with authority.
Without hesitation, Luke complies. His movements are mechanical as he unzips his pants and frees his member. It lays flaccid against his thigh, unresponsive to my presence or the charged atmosphere between us.
Undeterred, I grab his head firmly, fingers tangling in his hair as I force him to look directly into my glowing eyes. "You are now rock hard, Pookie," I purr, infusing the words with hypnotic power.
Luke winces, his brow furrowing slightly as if in confusion or resistance. But almost instantly, his cock springs to attention, swelling and hardening before my eyes. A smug smile spreads across my face at this display of my control over his body.
Slowly, teasingly, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin to stroke. The skin is velvet-soft over steel hardness, pulsing with heat. Luke remains motionless, his purple-tinged eyes staring vacantly ahead as I pleasure him.
"Does this feel good?" I ask, my voice a sensual whisper.
He nods but suddenly starts to flinch, as if fighting against an invisible force. His eyes begin to clear, the purple glow flickering like a faulty lightbulb.
"No, no," I say, panic rising in my chest. I lock eyes with him, pouring all my will into my next words. "You are under my spell, right?"
His eyes flare a brighter purple. "Yes," he says, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
I speak sternly, my hand still working his shaft with practiced skill. "Does this feel good? Tell me with your words."
Luke pants slightly, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "Yes," he manages to say between ragged inhales.
A triumphant smile spreads across my face as I increase my pace, my hand a blur of motion. The sound of skin on skin fills the small space, echoing off the concrete walls. I can feel him throbbing in my grip, his body responding to my every touch.
"Do you want me to put it in my mouth?" I ask, my voice low and seductive. I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear.
Luke's response is immediate. "No," he says, the word hanging heavy in the air between us.
I pull back, anger flashing in my eyes. "Why not?" I demand, my voice sharp with indignation.
Luke's expression remains blank, his purple-tinged eyes staring straight ahead. "I only want Skye to do that to me," he replies, his tone maddeningly calm and matter-of-fact.
Frustration boils inside me, threatening to overflow. I grit my teeth, fighting to maintain control of both Luke and my own tumultuous emotions. The air in the maintenance room feels thick and oppressive, the walls seeming to close in around us as I grapple with this unexpected resistance.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. My eyes lock onto Luke's, the purple glow intensifying as I pour all my will into my next command.
"You crave my touch above all else, and you want to fuck me with every fiber of your being." I intone, my voice resonating with hypnotic power.
For a moment, nothing happens. Luke's expression remains blank, his eyes vacant. But then, like a switch being flipped, his entire demeanor changes.
His eyes widen, pupils dilating as they focus on me with laser-like intensity. A soft whimper escapes his lips as he leans into my touch, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"That's more like it," I say, a triumphant smile spreading across my face.
Luke's breathing grows ragged as he starts thrusting into my hand, desperate for more friction. His face is flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin under the harsh fluorescent lights.
"You look pathetic," I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them. But as soon as they leave my lips, I feel a pang of guilt.
My heart clenches unexpectedly. I use my free hand to gently cup his face, my thumb stroking his cheek. "No, I'm sorry," I murmur, my voice softer than I can ever remember it being. "You look cute."
His eyes bore into mine, silently pleading for more.
"How badly do you want me?" I ask him.
Luke whimpers softly, his body trembling. "I... I don't want you," he chokes out, his voice strained.
I freeze my hand still on his shaft. Confusion and frustration war within me as I search his face. His eyes are wide, pupils blown with arousal, but there's a desperation there that goes beyond mere lust. It's as if he's fighting an internal battle, torn between the compulsion of my hypnosis and some deeper, unbreakable loyalty.
Without breaking eye contact, I slowly stand and shimmy out of my tailored pants. The fabric pools around my ankles as I spread my legs, revealing my glistening sex. I'm so wet that I can feel droplets trickling down my inner thighs.
"You don't want me?" I purr, arching an eyebrow. My fingers trail teasingly along my folds, gathering moisture. "Are you sure about that?"
Luke squeezes his eyes shut, his jaw clenched tight. But even as he shakes his head in denial, his body betrays him. He surges forward, closing the distance between us in an instant. Before I can react, he's on top of me, his rock-hard cock sliding up and down against my slick entrance.
A moan escapes my lips at the exquisite friction. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Come on, Pookie," I breathe, my voice dripping with seduction. "Don't be scared, the water's warm."
Luke's body trembles as he hovers on the precipice, his cock brushing against my entrance. I can feel the heat radiating off him.
With a gentle roll of my hips, I guide him inside me. The sensation is exquisite. He fills me completely, stretching me in all the right ways. A low moan escapes my lips as he sinks deeper, inch by delicious inch.
Luke whimpers again, the sound caught somewhere between pleasure and anguish. His face is life lifeless. Sweat beads on his forehead, catching the harsh fluorescent light.
I drink in every detail of his expression, committing it to memory. The groove of his brow, the quiver of his lower lip, the way his nostrils flare with each ragged breath. Despite the purple haze of my hypnosis clouding his gaze, there's a spark of desperation there, a silent plea for release.
I take a deep breath, savoring the feeling of him inside me, before locking eyes with him once more. "Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked, Skye," I command, my voice resonating with hypnotic power.
The effect is instantaneous and overwhelming. Luke's entire demeanor shifts, his hesitation evaporating like mist in the morning sun. He begins thrusting with wild abandon, his hips snapping forward with a force that takes my breath away. Each powerful stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, threatening to overwhelm my senses.
"That's it," I gasp between thrusts, my nails digging into his back. "Good boy."
Luke groans at the praise, somehow finding even more energy. The maintenance room fills with the sounds of our fucking, ragged breathing, and the occasional creak of protest from the shelving unit we're pressed against.
As the pleasure builds, threatening to crest, a wicked idea forms in my mind. I grab Luke's face, forcing him to look directly into my eyes. The purple glow pulses in time with our frantic heartbeats.
"Get me pregnant," I command, infusing the words with every ounce of hypnotic suggestion I can muster.
With another burst of strength, Luke lifts my hips, folding me nearly in half. My back arches off the cold concrete floor as he presses down, driving impossibly deeper. The new angle sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, and I cry out in ecstasy.
I gasp as Luke's thrusts become even more powerful, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the delicious friction building to an unbearable peak.
Suddenly, the dam breaks. An intense orgasm crashes over me in waves, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around Luke's shaft. I cry out, my back arching off the cold concrete as my body is wracked with spasms of ecstasy. Clear fluid gushes from me, soaking us both.
With a guttural groan, Luke buries himself to the hilt inside me. I feel his cock pulse as he starts to cum, hot spurts painting my inner walls. His seed floods into me, so much that I can feel it pooling deep in my womb.
We remain joined as the aftershocks roll through us. Luke's weight presses me into the floor, but I relish the feeling of being pinned beneath him. I'm acutely aware of his softening length still inside me, a warm and intimate connection.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal, a deep contentment settles over me. I feel utterly satisfied, basking in the afterglow. Luke's seed remains nestled deep within me. The thought sends a residual tingle of pleasure through my body.
"Get up and put your cock away," I command Luke.
Luke stands up robotically. With blank, purple-tinged eyes, he tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. His face remains eerily expressionless, even devoid of the passion and desperation from moments ago.
I take my time getting dressed, savoring the feeling of Luke's seed slowly seeping from my womb. As I pull on my tailored pants, I can feel the wetness spreading in my underwear. A secret smile plays across my lips at the thought of carrying this little piece of him with me.
Once fully clothed, I smooth down my jacket and run a hand through my tousled hair. I turn to Luke, still standing motionless where I left him.
"Follow me," I instruct, heading for the door.
We step out of the maintenance room and into the lobby.
As we wait for the elevator to arrive, I notice our reflections in the polished metal doors. I look composed and put-together, while Luke appears slightly disheveled, his hair mussed and shirt wrinkled. A thrill runs through me at the visible evidence of our tryst.
The elevator dings softly as it arrives. I push Luke inside, I press the button for the penthouse for him. I keep my foot in the door so it wont close.
"When you reach your floor, you will snap out of this trance take a shower and put your clothes in the wash," I tell him, my eyes glowing purple. "You will have no memory of what transpired between us in the maintenance room. As far as you're concerned, we simply walked here together and I dropped you off."
Luke nods mechanically, his vacant eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Oh and expect your rice crispy treats pookie. You earned them after all." I add.
I pull my foot out of the elevator and the doors slide closed.
I can't help but smile. I've gotten what I wanted from Luke, stolen a piece of him that Skye can never reclaim.
"Leaking the story will force Super Star's hand." My smile widens at the thought.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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