Mister Black
Her small plea drifted.
Leave some of me.
I had no doubt she barely knew she’d said those words aloud, though I could tell she tried to keep herself from succumbing to me, her own make-up defied her.
I didn’t need to tie her but I loved the look of a woman bound, my belt about her hands. With her head down, her body curved into the exquisite shape of a woman presenting herself for sex or for inspection. Miss Zorina Brown was near irresistible.
“Stay there.” I went to sit on the curved four-seater sofa opposite to where I had been – a much better view.
Her rear end was in the air, enticing me, exposed. With the down-lighting, I could see her moisture gleaming between her pussy lips. I rubbed my chin, considering what to do. Her ass swayed, slightly, from side to side. If I sat forward, I could reach her. My erection was begging me to do just that, pressing enthusiastically against my boxers.
Unbutton, unzip, and I could be inside her in seconds.
I shouldn’t. She belonged to another mesmer. If I took her, mightn’t he know? It was such a strong connection, fucking a woman, that I wasn’t sure. I lay back and sucked in air through my nose.
Why did she call to me like this?
I thought perhaps it was because she wasn’t simply susceptible – it was because she was able to resist. That potential I saw in her, to thwart mesmer commands, was what I’d hoped to use. I might’ve trained her to resist even harder. Except Reuben was a run-of-the-mill pervert and didn’t need killing.
I leaned forward anyway. Even if the evidence wasn’t before me, I could taste her arousal in my mind. She was frightened, terrified of losing her self, of being forever enslaved, and she was craving what I could give her.
I should wait and take her when he tired of her.
Right now, in this instant, her plump, reddened labia needed a man’s attention.
“How are you feeling, Zorie?” I grinned at her huffed exasperation. “Tell me precisely. What do you want?” Then I said the word that would frustrate her the most. “Truth.”
A few seconds later, her muffled reply reached me. “Horny. Scared.”
I was sure there was more. Another female would have trotted out every detail by now. She was indeed a challenge.
I’d not had a challenge from a woman...since forever.
That was such a weird fact that I paused to think it through.
I couldn’t take her but there were other possibilities that would amuse me.
Playing with her would lessen her fears as well as satisfy my need to mess with this little defiant woman.
I loved the idea of making her mine without, quite, making her mine.
Slowly, I leaned forward. With one elbow on my knee, I reached out and put my finger on her where her lower lips joined below her asshole, she flinched. A second later, I began to weave my fingertip downward, toying with her lips as my fingertip descended. My finger roved over hill and dale, almost fucking her, then not. I could see every clench of her cunt and the slow seepage of wetness from her entrance.
That and a woman who groaned whenever I found her hole but journeyed onward?
Fucking gorgeous.
“When I first began handling women like you...”
I played some more, as I spoke, sliding my finger in her moisture, painting her inner thighs, going around her anus but ignoring her protruding clit, except to circle it, once or twice, at a distance.
“...I used my will like stone. With you I’m using enough to keep you kneeling. Only that. I want to see your animal responses. With your clothes on, you can pretend to be polite and naive, but with me, naked and with your cunt in my face, you’re going to be my whore, and all because you want to be.”
This time I thought I caught the twist in her mind that seemed to signal oncoming resistance. I’m sure my eyes widened.
She choked as she said her words. “I’m not. Your whore.”
Was that a fluke? That I felt that in her mind?
“No?”
I focused on her ass, on the delectable swell of her butt and I ran my unoccupied hand down her side. Smooth, pretty skin. The awesome soft give of female flesh.
Without warning, I worked two fingers into her. Her walls clamped down, but I burrowed them in, fucking her sopping wet cunt ever-deeper.
Her little grunts and whimpers were music to my neglected cock and it pulsed. “One day, Miss Zorie, I’m going to fuck you properly.”
Another whimper, and a squirm of her ass, made me smile.
“Changed your mind? Would you like my cock now?” I said that quietly as I squeezed a third finger inside. “Answer me.”
Already she was shoving herself backward onto my fingers and shuddering as she did so. She sucked in a few more gasps, before grudgingly answering me.
“Yes.”
“Uh-uh. My name. Say thank you for fucking me, Mister Black.”
Her head lowered all the way to the floor before she muttered it, muffled by the rug and her body. “Thank you. For fucking me. Mister Black.”
A hot thrill ran all the way to my balls. That sounded good, coming from her. With her, getting obedience was like extracting information under torture. Sweet torture.
Though Reuben had left a few bite marks and bruises on her back and stomach, they were nothing more than what fierce lovemaking might cause. Her cunt was aroused, she was aroused, and she was showing no signs of pain despite having the wedge of my three fingers residing in her to a depth that stretched her severely.
That mind jump happened and her hands twitched. Though the belt around her wrists stopped her, I thought I knew what she wanted – the gun on the sofa.
“Damn. You are a one of a kind. No.”
I clamped down with my will, removed my fingers from inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I could read her. What if Reuben could?
Either way, I smiled, this was strangely satisfying. Life was far more interesting when you had to struggle for it.
I undid my belt from her hands, then retrieved the gun and put it at the very end of my sofa.
“Up here. Lie across my lap, stomach down, with your head toward the gun.” There was plenty of room for this. I wanted more of her, more skin, more of her feel. More possession.
I should’ve sent her away. Should’ve kept the gun to keep her away from temptation.
Not today. I had a fierce need to see how far I could go.
When Zorie climbed to her feet, there was a hint of fire in her expression, but she came to me and positioned herself as I asked. Stomach down, on my lap, her ass was just where I wanted it, where everything was visible.
She’d pulled her underwear back into place when she’d stood. I tsked at the sight of the mauve satin and lace, even though it clung to the contours of her pussy, revealing all. Dampness darkened the crotch of the panties.
“Reach back and pull aside the crotch so I can see your cunt.”
As before I kept my will cranked down to almost nothing. My reactions were fast.
When her arm moved, she wriggled against me, making me grunt at the pressure on my cock. Her fingers found the strip of cloth between her legs, rolled it aside, and held it there.
“Good.” I unclipped her bra and let the straps fall to the sofa. “Push your fingers into your cunt.” A lot of women hated that word, which only made me enjoy using it more.
Watching her finger vanish into her cunt up to the second knuckle was the best magic trick, ever.
The bite mark Reuben had left on her right buttock annoyed me.
“Don’t move.” I bent and deliberately took a large chuck of her left ass between my teeth then slowly increased the pressure until she shrieked. A little more pressure had her gasping and begging. Her finger though, stayed inside her. I reached beneath and began to toggle and press on her clit.
Being a mesmer gave me a certain magic with my fingers. I could bring a woman to orgasm, or to the brink of one, quickly...even with my teeth painfully sunken into her butt.
Should I?
Yes.
I brought her there, almost, eased off then did it again. Keeping her hand in place, I penetrated her, sliding my own finger alongside hers. I fucked her with her finger and mine. I let her come, with her gasping and wriggling, then I bit her again, harder. I let the pain peak, the orgasm flood her, until she was shaking with both pain and climax at once. Her muscle movements and her sounds became crazier. She bucked only to find my teeth holding her, came again, panted and moaned, and was overcome before she could recover by more pain, more pleasure.
At the last she was babbling and groaning and jerking all at the same time while I fingerfucked her, driving in, taking her this way if not with my cock. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, to see her undone like this.
I stopped and pulled my finger from her pussy, but hers remained lodged inside. I smirked. Poor thing. I helped her remove her finger and rearranged her limp arm.
Stroking her back and neck, I calmed her, doing gentle circles with my fingers around my teeth marks on her ass cheeks.
Reuben wouldn’t notice. Maybe. My lips twitched as I contemplated the result. Her skin was rather red and bruised.
My experiment was perhaps badly timed. She looked as exhausted by orgasms as a woman could get.
And my pants were wet. “Messy girl,” I murmured, drawing lines on her thighs with the moisture dripping from her. “Now. See if you can grab the gun.”
Silence.
“Wha?”
I gathered that was a what.
“Grab the gun. I want to see how far you can go when I only hold you lightly with my mind.” I relaxed my mind hold even more. So light, she’d barely know it existed.
“Uh.”
For a while I wondered if I should give up. She was spaced out. I’d lost my chance by getting too...enthusiastic with pleasuring her and marking her.
Fuck though. My teeth left good marks.
I was happy just patting her, my disheveled woman...well, she was mine within limits...getting familiar with the warm, pretty curves of her body, when she rose and lunged for the gun. She slid across my lap, had the butt in her hand, and was swinging around, before I gleefully stopped her dead. Her breasts wobbled. Her red hair whipped around her face, sticking to her neck and forehead. She stared out at me through the wayward locks.
I had her again. Dare I go further?
Frozen, her face showed consternation in the bite of lip and twist of brow. Sweaty, pink and red-blotched girl. The orgasms had messed her up in spite of the coolness of the room.
“Think you can do more?” I taunted her, tweaking an eyebrow upward. “Try.”
I let her go and her finger wrapped around the trigger. I clamped down, aggressively, and she gasped. The barrel lowered. She deflected the aim sideways into the room. A twitch of wrist though and she’d have me in her sights.
I could feel the give and pull in her thoughts. Relenting a little let her push against my will and the barrel swung slowly toward me.
“You, bitch.” I grinned. “So, you can do it.”
She huffed, frowning, as she strained to overcome my command.
I shouldn’t attempt this next thing, but...
“What have I done to you, Zorie? Do you really want to kill me?”
She only grunted again and sucked in her lower lip.
Oh I knew I shouldn’t do this. I raised my hand and drew a line across the seam of her mouth. Her sucked-on bottom lip popped out, wet. Irresistible, that little hole that led into her. I pushed my finger between those soft lips and felt her tongue flick over and explore the tip, tasting me, no doubt.
She swallowed and regarded me with wide eyes, as if she’d not really seen me before.
“I’m not your enemy. I’m not, Zorie. Put down the gun.” I removed my finger from her mouth. Then I did what would have been unthinkable an hour before this, I let her mind go, completely.
For several pulse-thumping seconds she wavered, the gun wavered. Her arm shook then Zorie lowered the gun. She sighed.
“I can’t kill you. I want to kill someone, but not you.” Her frown came and went, came and went. Perplexed girl. “I’m sure that’s wrong. After what you just did to me.”
Maybe in the real world that was true. With me, no. She’d learn.
“Let’s not have any accidents. Put it on the floor.”
“Really?” Her fingers caressed the metal. She muttered some curses then leaned down and placed the gun on the floor. “There.”
As her loosened bra slipped down her arms and fell atop the gun, her breasts swung enticingly.
The heightened awareness when I saw that gun touch the floor and her leave it there, when I had no unnatural influence on her and she was doing it of her own volition – a zing had gone to my balls and brain. I drew in a long breath. When had I last been this on top of the world? Not for many years.
She was a touchstone for me and so a creature of incredible worth. As I contemplated her, I felt the skin around my eyes crinkle.
I had to let her go so that I could gather her up again, at some future time. Annoying and sad, but true.
Zorie fidgeted, then she crossed her arms over her breasts and peeked over the edge for that dropped bra.
“Leave it.” Leisurely, I caressed her body with my gaze. Her nipples were gorgeously pink.
“I should go.”
“No. Not yet.”
After my revelation, I couldn’t bear to let her go so soon.
Coming inside her might leave indelible signs, but...
I created a wisp of lust within her thoughts and left it there to swell and multiply then I beckoned with my finger. Her eyes dilated.
“Zorie.”
“Yes, Mister Black?” There were tear tracks on her face from when I’d made her come, over and over.
God, the obedient slave half of her fucked with my head too.
“On your hands and knees.” Even with the length of this sofa, lowering herself to her hands brought her to within a foot of my thigh. I unzipped my fly and took out my cock. I might’ve asked her to put her mouth on me but instead I dragged her the rest of the distance by her hair and pushed her mouth halfway down my cock. Her gulp as she took me in was mind rending.
“Damn!” I hissed.
That she hummed an inquiry and peered up at me only made it worse.
Eyes narrowed, balls already tight, and wondering if I would come after a few deep thrusts inside her mouth, I simply left her there. When her little tongue stirred underneath my shaft and explored me, I almost told her to stop.
The pleasure was excruciating but it was worth it. I could hold myself back.
With one hand on her chin and the other in her hair, I kept her in place and let my cock twitch contentedly in her mouth.
“Just stay there awhile.” I stroked her, sensing the slowing of her mind when she realized I was doing nothing more than this. “I’ll let you go, soon.”
Soon as I’d imbedded this sight in my memory – my cock going into her mouth.
I didn’t like having to wait for Reuben to tire of her, but the alternative was letting others discover my existence.
When I finally had her to myself, maybe I could teach her how to defy mesmers. That could be dangerous for me, but I wanted her to do things that would put her in incredible danger too. Tit for tat.
I had money and I regularly used it for quasi-legal activities, but employing anyone to kill for me? No. I needed someone who couldn’t run to the police or implicate me.
In time I’d find out how this would evolve. I’d take that unsafe road because I aimed to rid this world of some men more despicable than I was, and also because I could keep her as a prize. She’d be a lovely addition to my collection.
My cock throbbed. I wouldn’t come. Still...I forced her down a smidgeon more. The slide of her wet lips and tongue felt incredible.