The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

What do you say, when you’re trying to break up with someone who’s perfect for you in pretty much every way?

“Hey, Jules…” I crawled into the bed, ran my hand gently up the sweep of her long leg under the sheets. “Wake up, angel…” My tone was gentle, soothing, even though the voice in my head was ranting and raving and desperate. I couldn’t stay with Julia. Not knowing who I was. Knowing I was a liar and a cheater. Knowing that my gorgeous, smart, amazing girlfriend was too good for me.

“Mmm…” she murmured quietly, rustling.

“Hey…” My hand caressed her hip, easily. “I need to talk to you about something…”

I shut down the voice in my head that told me I couldn’t. That told me this was Absolutely the wrong time to be doing this. I needed to get this off of my chest. I needed it to stop. If I didn’t do this now, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. And I wouldn’t be able to solve the problem that was the Brighton Barnsworth Academy.

“Morning…” my girlfriend mumbled. “Talk inna morning…” She rolled over, dark hair spilling across her shoulder and over the pillow.

I needed to solve it. I needed to escape it. But so long as I was still doubting myself, still tearing myself up from the inside out, I couldn’t give the problem my total focus. “I’m sorry, Jules.” I shook her gently. “It has to be now.” I wasn’t going to sit for hours, falling deeper and deeper into my own pit of despair. I wasn’t going to wait for her to wake up and walk out and see a strange girl sleeping on our couch.

Sleep…

The idea of sleep was wonderful. I knew I was too tired, that my brain wasn’t sharp. But it didn’t matter. I was going to have to do this at some point. Might as well be when my brain wasn’t all there to bear the full brunt of the pain.

For the first time in months, I wanted a drink. For real.

“What…?” Julia’s eyes opened for the first time, blinking sleepily. Her hand came up and rubbed at her face.

Logistics tried to flash across the field of my mind, variables whirling and rearranging themselves. What do you say, when you’ve messed up so bad you can’t go back?

She came up on one elbow. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I almost couldn’t say anything, when it came down to it. All of my flaws, my massive mistakes, were so wrapped up in the Academy that I couldn’t tell Julia about them because of my own conditioning. I knew that. Or, at least, that was what I told myself. Because it meant that I didn’t have to tell Julia what I’d done.

My jaw tightened. I took a deep breath, but I don’t think I got any air. “Julia…” My tone got her attention and she sat up, tugging the sheets up to her chin. “We… I…”

She furrowed her brows.

“I need to break up with you.”

Silence.

I couldn’t have surprised her more. Kneeling next to her on the mattress, just wearing my suit jacket and slacks, hand still resting on her hip.

“What?” Her expression was incredulous.

I swallowed. “I can’t be with you anymore. We need to break up.” I had hoped it would be less painful if I said it again. It was not. It was more painful, instead.

“Mitch… What are you talking about?” She squinted at me like I was insane.

I shook my head. There was something hard stuck in my throat, making it hard to breathe. But no… That was just a lump of pain and regret. “I’m so sorry, Julia. This couldn’t wait.”

Julia was awake now, her eyes wide and shocked. “I don’t understand. I don’t… I don’t…”

My tongue wet my dry lips. “Just… What I said. We need to break up. I’m… breaking up with you.” Holy crap why did this hurt so much?

“Is there someone else…?” She was biting her lip, nervously. Her face was drawn together, but I don’t think it had really hit her yet.

“No!” My voice was sharp as I lied. Again. “No no no… There’s no one else.” Pause. “I love you, Jules…”

I knew it was wrong as soon as the words left my mouth. Why did you have to say that? The voice in my head was back. Couldn’t keep it quiet for long. Idiot. Just making it hurt more. You need to get this done. “I just… We can’t be together.”

“What happened?” She was eyeing me suspiciously, like she could tell there was something wrong.

You imbecile. Of course something’s wrong. This is wrong.

“What’s got you so riled up? Was it something at the party? Is that why you felt so awful coming back?” She was smart, sharp, as always. She knew me so well.

Yes, I wanted to say. Just so I wouldn’t have to lie again. “No.” I shook my head. “It’s… I’m just… I’m not good enough for you.”

My girlfriend tried to smile. It was painful. “Silly,” she muttered. “You couldn’t be more wrong. Besides, you’ve got to let me worry about that.”

But I swallowed again, and shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. It was like there was a rock in my chest, slowly sinking down into my stomach. It hurt my heart as it dragged past, opening up a long, jagged tear.

“You can’t just say that.” My girlfriend was shaking her head now, too. “This doesn’t make any sense! What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. The rock was crushing my lungs now, making it hard to breathe. Why did I do this now? I wanted to escape, but I had nowhere to go.

“Mitch! Stop it!” Her voice was loud. “Just stop talking.” It hurt, and I knew I had to make the pain end. For both of us. I had to end things, but it hurt too much.

Oh… The idea struck me from nowhere, from the most unexpected source.

“No,” Julia reached for my hand. “Wait. Do talk. Explain what’s going on. Please…”

“Professor Sands…” I murmured.

Ah… That was what I needed.

My girlfriend frowned, leaned forward. “What?”

“Professor Sands…” I whispered, pulling back a little more. The sound of the rustling sheets under my body muffled the sound of my words. The warm, calm, relaxation dulled my mind.

“God damn it, Mitch! What are you doing?” She hit the bed with one hand, punching the pillow where I should have been sleeping.

But it was okay. Things were going to be okay. I would be okay. “I’m sorry, Jules.” I pushed back, so there was a little bit of space between us. My voice was even now and I met her eyes, staring into them. I knew my face was expressionless, because I’d made sure to drain all the expression away from it. It was easier now. “I’m going to go… I promise, it will hurt less than if I stay.”

“Mitch! Don’t you dare move!” Her eyes flickered to my clothes, and she looked confused. Like she wasn’t sure if I was planning to just walk out without a shirt, but she wouldn’t put it past me.

I stood from the edge of the mattress. “I’m sorry.” I grabbed my wallet from the bedside table. My keys were by the door. I could take my keys. My mind was wandering ahead, planning, my pesky feelings no longer in the way.

“Mitch, you bastard. Stay right here! I love you and I’m not letting you go for no fucking reason!” Julia threw the sheets off her legs and started to stand, but then she froze.

I blinked. Her eyes weren’t on me. They were on the doorway.

I spun. Lena was standing outside in the living room, hood down, blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

“Julia…” I turned to see my girlfriend draw back under the sheets, covering her mostly-naked body instinctively.

“Who the hell are you?!” My girlfriend’s voice was a hard bark. Her eyes darted to me. “Who the hell is that?”

Her anger was obvious, but it didn’t penetrate the haze that swaddled my mind and my heart. “It’s not what you think, Jules…” It was all I could manage, my voice far away. I knew it wasn’t the right thing to say. But there were no right things. “I have to go now.”

“Mitch! Don’t you fucking lie to me… Who the hell is that?”

I just shook my head. This isn’t going anywhere… A mellow, easy voice told me. Just have to cut your losses. More negatives don’t make a positive, you know… I stuffed my wallet in my pocket. My phone was there, already. I walked out the door, into the living room. It was only slightly better illuminated, moonlight and city lights.

“Mitch!” I heard fumbling behind me, like she was trying to stumble around the room and stab sleepy limbs into cloths.

“Lena,” I said quietly as I reached her side. My voice was firm. The girl looked up at me with wide eyes. “Come on.” I scooped up the keys to my car.

“Don’t you fucking walk out that door, Mitch!”

We walked out. I shut the door behind me. I wasn’t sure if she’d follow, but we would be in the car quickly. We would make a swift escape.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Sands…” Lena’s voice was worried and tense. But she’d said exactly what I needed to hear.

I blinked. We were in the stairwell. Right, I thought. Faster than the elevator. In case Julia came after us.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen…”

“Hush, Lena.” My voice was calm. It sounded far away. Was it echoing, slightly? Maybe because we were out of the stairwell now and in the underground garage. The automatic light blinked on, orange glow on grey concrete. “It’s all going to be fine.” I held out the keys. “But I need you to drive.”

Beep.

The sound of the unlocking car.

Thud.

My door closing behind me.

Click.

Seat belt.

I’m sorry.

Lena had to ask me several times before I looked over and shook my head slightly.

“What?”

“Where are we going?” Her expression was tense and frightened.

I shrugged. “Hotel. Away from here. Please drive…”

We were backing out of the garage when Julia shoved through the door. Her dark hair was a mess around her face. She had thrown on a pair of sweats and a bathrobe that had fallen partway open. She saw the car and waved her hands. She was yelling something.

Luckily, we were too far away for me to see if she was crying.

“Professor Sands…” I muttered quietly to myself as Lena shoved her foot down on the gas pedal and we screeched forward. “Professor Sands…” I closed my eyes.

I felt the cold trails of tears on my cheeks. But I couldn’t really feel anything else.

Just warm. Relaxed. Easy.

Goodbye…

I became aware once again, standing in the front room of a hotel suite.

“I’ll pay you back,” Lena was saying. “I can give you cash. Or Venmo. Or something. But I wasn’t going to take us to some sketchy motel. Things are screwed up enough as they are.”

The girl was sitting in the middle of the couch, cross-legged, hood down but arms wrapped around her stomach. Like she was cold. But it was so nice and warm in here.

I shook my head and forced myself to focus. There was a dark, painful something that my mind was trying to touch, but I diverted my attention away from that, too. Instead, I looked around. “Oh, wow…” I muttered.

The place was gorgeous. Like the kind of place you stay if you’re used to flying first class on airplanes and have a summer beach house on the shores of a distant, exotic island. Usually, I would look at this kind of opulence and see only subtraction — the numbers in my bank account dwindling — but tonight there was a far larger division to think about. The division between me and…

Only I wasn’t going to think about that. I was thinking about anything but that.

“Professor—”

“Please,” I interrupted sharply, turning. I shook my head. “Call me Mitch. Please.” I stared into the girl’s face for a moment, registered that she was as worried as I was, and shook my head. I looked away, out the big window. “I’m sorry… I’m kind of… I’m not myself right now. Just… Please call me Mitch. Okay?”

“Okay.” Lena’s voice was soft.

Silence.

“Mitch?”

I turned around again, fully this time. “Yeah?”

The young woman worked her mouth for a moment. Then, “What are we going to do?” Gone was the distant, cold and bitchy persona she’d affected ever since I’d known her. Now, she was just fragile and scared and looking for help.

Shit. I was not in the right state of mind to be dealing with this kind of question. I swallowed, and tried to figure out how to tell her that I had my own crap to work through at the moment. Then, I remembered what Lena had been through tonight. What she’d been forced to do. And what I’d done to her.

You’re mine.

The words resonated silently in my head. I couldn’t even begin to fathom what impact they’d had on her. But my words had been enough to break through her other conditioning, conditioning that had been strong enough to control her every interaction with me for weeks. Which probably meant that whatever I’d done… it was even stronger than that.

I had a responsibility now. Beyond just myself. And I was not ready for that. Crap.

I realized I’d been standing silently, staring back at her blankly, for too long. I nodded slowly, then blew out a breath. “I… I don’t know, Lena.” I looked into her eyes and tried to convey some sort of reassurance. “But I promise…” I paused, “I promise I’m going to do my best to solve this problem.”

“Okay.” She seemed reassured, as far as that went. At least a little bit. Which was more than I’d expected.

We stared at each other another minute before I looked away. No time for standing around. My tired brain was asking for sleep, but I couldn’t give in. At least, not before I’d taken stock. Okay, Professor, I thought. What do you have at your disposal to help you take down an uber-wealthy, mind-controlling maniac with years of experience and the kind of connections that could probably send an elite commando strike force to this hotel room right now just to eliminate you from the face of the planet?

I felt around in my pockets, adding everything up. Wallet. Phone. I wondered where my car keys had gone, then remembered that Lena had driven. Of course. And, in my other pocket, the cold, hard frame of…

I pulled my hand free and stared at the LucidSpecs. And what am I going to do with these? I glanced over at Lena, walked to the couch, and slumped down next to her. I gave her room, enough space so that she didn’t feel crowded.

The girl looked at the glasses in my curled fingers, and then back up into my face. There was a trepidation there, I could see it when I studied her, but there was also something else. Excitement? I could see that her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a strange spark to them. It made me question just how powerful these glasses were. Or, more accurately, how powerful the conditioning was that Lena associated with these glasses. But that wasn’t the most important question right now.

I emptied my pockets onto the glass-topped coffee table in front of us. Wallet, phone and glasses in a neat little row. My phone lit up, and I saw that I had about a dozen missed calls and twice as many texts.

I’m sorry.

I picked my phone up, turned it off, and felt another stab in my chest. There was a touch on my shoulder and I flinched instinctively.

Lena had scooched a little closer and one slim hand rested on my shoulder. Her expression was as far from high-society, snobbish disdain as I’d ever seen it. Instead, her delicate features were composed in a look of quiet understanding. “Thank you.” Her words were soft and weren’t said with any particular force. But I knew that she was thanking me for helping her when she had nowhere else to turn. No one else she could possibly trust. And I wondered what had made her trust me.

You’re mine.

I nodded. “Yeah.” There wasn’t much else to say.

Her hand left my shoulder and we sat in silence for another moment.

Thoughts raced through my mind, each one more jumbled and sleep-deprived and off-the-wall than the last. I just wanted to make it all stop, to make the world slow down for a minute so I could work things out neatly. I hesitated, then glanced around. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for until I saw the minibar.

I could practically feel the burn of alcohol on my tongue, down my throat, washing away my worries. Just washing them away for a little while. Just until morning.

“I’m going to go to bed.”

I blinked as Lena’s voice distracted me from the magnetic pull of the fully-stocked fridge. “Okay,” I said with a nod. “Probably a good idea.” We can think about things in the morning, I thought. I hadn’t looked at a clock in a while, but it was probably coming up on morning already.

The girl paused, glanced away, and then stood up. She walked around the coffee table and toward the door to the darkened bedroom. My eyes followed her slim figure on instinct, watched as she reached down to grab the hem of the bulky sweatshirt and tug it over her head.

No, I ordered myself sharply. I wasn’t going to allow my mind to go down that road. Not after everything that had just happened. Not after tonight, and Julia, and the party, and the Academy, and everything that was…

My eyes slid back toward the minibar. Just one drink.

Or maybe two.

I woke up slowly. Painfully.

I groaned, reached out my hand for Julia. Where are you? My hand touched crumpled sheets and an empty pillow. I squinted, blinked several times, and my vision cleared.

The room was dark, and I was alone. I didn’t remember coming to bed, but I suppose I must have.

Everything hit me at once, along with a sudden wave of pain and nausea.

Shit.

I tripped on my way to the bathroom, stubbed my toe, fumbled with the handle and then fell to my hands and knees on the cold tile. My hand gripped the edge of the toilet as I shoved up the seat. Then, I threw up the contents of my stomach. And then again. I gave in to the sick, twisted sensation of tight, clenched, heaving pain. I was grateful for it, even, because the pounding in my head made me forget what had happened.

It was over too soon.

I rested my face against the cool ceramic for a moment, then struggled to my feet. I flushed, fumbled to the sink, pressed my hands to the marble counter, and stared into my face. My face was red and my eyes were bleary.

I ran cold water, splashed some in my face, and then pressed my palms to my throbbing eyes. “How much did you drink last night?” I asked myself, groaning softly.

“Not a lot, actually.”

I flinched and jumped, banging my hip on the counter. I twisted, water spinning away from my face.

But it was more from surprise than alarm, because the voice was soft and gentle. Lena stood in the door to the bathroom. She had a white mug in one hand, with steam rising over the lip. The smell of coffee wafted into the bathroom. She wore one of the hotel bathrobes, the V of tanned skin making me think she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her hair looked like it had been recently toweled dry.

“Will this help?” The young woman held up the mug.

If I hadn’t already been red in the face, I probably would have blushed with embarrassment. Here I was, still wearing my dress slacks, feet bare, no shirt, and hungover, the entire mess of me right in front of one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever met.

“Good morning,” I croaked. My throat burned, and I instinctively checked the bathroom counter. Thankfully, this was one of those places with free toiletries. I hastily twisted the top from a bottle of mouthwash, swished thoroughly, and spat.

I felt fractionally less disgusting.

Lena was still standing there when I looked back. She was watching me patiently.

I considered, ran a quick check of my nausea levels, and then padded forward. I accepted the mug, carried it with me back to the sink, gulped down a quick, hot mouthful. “Thanks.” I leaned back on the cool marble, steadying myself on the counter just in case I felt another wave of incoming discomfort.

The blonde girl stepped back, glanced down my half-undressed body and then looked away. “Sure.”

Was she blushing? I felt a surge down my body, a heat that was entirely inappropriate and unexpected. My cock twitched. Apparently my hangover wasn’t enough to cancel out my morning wood.

“How much did I drink?” I asked. I eyed her, hoping that the inner nervousness didn’t show on my face.

Lena stuck one hand into the pocket of her robe and walked toward me. There was a gentle clink and she pulled out four airplane-sized bottles, lining them up on the counter. She didn’t look up into my face as she did, but I could see her breath coming quicker as I inadvertently watched the rise and fall of her chest.

Only four? I guess all these months of sobriety had lowered my tolerance. I felt a rising tide of guilt for having broken my solemn decision against drinking, then shoved it away. I had more important things to feel awful about. More important guilts. Like… That other thing you have to ignore right now. I shook my head, took another swallow of coffee. I watched Lena over the rim.

She nodded uncomfortably, then looked up into my face. She didn’t step away. She hesitated, then said, “I’m sorry… For what happened last night.”

I furrowed my brow. “What?”

Lena gave me a look. “Coming to your home uninvited. Forcing you to help me. Making you run out on your girlfriend…” Her expression was growing more and more distraught. “Bringing you to this random hotel just because I didn’t feel safe alone, and making you need to drink to deal with all of it…”

Abruptly, I realized that with everything going on in my head, I hadn’t really considered what Lena must be thinking. As far as she knew, all of my taciturn silence and my alcohol binge had been her fault. She didn’t know I’d broken up with Julia. She’d just seen the tail end of the fight. As far as she was aware, she was the reason we’d had to dash out so quickly.

The mug clinked softly down on the countertop as I stepped forward instinctively to wrap Lena in a hug. “Hey, hey… It’s not your fault…” My arms curled around her shoulders and I could smell the fresh-soaped scent of her hair as she pressed her face into my chest.

Lena’s arms circled around my back and her fingers pressed into my skin. They were tense, flexed. “It’s all my fault,” she murmured. “I’m sorry.” There was a thickness to her voice, like she was close to tears.

I hushed her, my hand brushing in gentle, calming circles between her shoulder blades. “No,” I answered gently. “Don’t say that. It’s not your fault, okay?” It’s mine.

And I knew it was. If I had been stronger, if I hadn’t given in to Natalie, or I’d been able to resist whatever Joseph Clayton had done to me… We wouldn’t be in this mess. I’d just be a regular guy, a regular Mathematics professor, blissfully ignorant and still living with my amazing, perfect…

Ex.

The word slithered into my mind before I could stop it. Julia is your ex, now. It didn’t seem real, like the words were a lie, trying to trick me. We couldn’t really be broken up, could we?

Lena’s palms pressed to my chest and she looked up into my face. Her green eyes were wide and her face was distraught. “I can’t believe I’ve been such a terrible person…” she said. “And all you’ve been doing is trying to help me, to figure out what’s been happening…”

How much of this is her conditioning? I realized. She’s been trained to think that she deserves punishment. It made me twinge with anger, thinking that it was really Harrison St. John’s desire to punish that had done this to my beautiful companion.

I shook my head, my hand still making those soothing circles. “It’s not your fault,” I said again. I tried to ignore the sensations that ran through me as I looked down into those big green eyes. “It’s not…” I realized my hand had crept up, my fingers brushing softly through her mussed-up hair.

Lena’s lips were parted, and her eyes flicked from my eyes to my mouth and back up. “Okay…” she breathed. I saw her neck move in a nervous swallow, and then she lowered her face again to my chest. “Thank you…” she murmured, her voice a whisper of breath across my skin.

“Mhmm…” The air in the room had changed. It was hotter, suddenly, and there was a crackling tightness that—

Lena’s lips were on my collarbone, gently caressing.

Ahhh… I felt my body responding. Between my legs, my length thickened and grew. No! The thought was sudden and jarring in my mind. You can’t! But another, stronger part of me wanted nothing to do with that sort of restraint.

The gorgeous blonde kissed her way up my throat to my jaw.

I groaned. My fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her head back.

She gasped, her expression flickering to uncertainty. “I’m sorry… Did I do something wro—?”

My mouth covered hers and muffled her question. Her lips were soft and perfect and tasted vaguely of espresso. It was a bitter flavor that somehow sliced right into my core and sent another powerful jolt of arousal into me. My cock hardened, tenting the front of my slacks against the soft, thick fabric of her robe.

Our kiss deepened, and I felt Lena’s groan as her mouth opened. Her tongue pushed experimentally against my lips and I parted them, my own tongue dancing with hers. I was beyond myself, forgetting everything for the moment except for the beautiful, eager young woman pressed close to me. It was good to forget. I didn’t want to remember.

We pulled away from each other, gasping, and stared into each other’s eyes. Hers were bright and hot, almost glazed with an arousal that I knew matched my own. My shaft was almost painfully hard, and when I felt her hands trace down my body I didn’t stop her.

Her fingers cupped the bulge in my crotch and I saw her eyelids flicker as we both moaned.

“Fuckyesss…” I hissed, my jaw clenching.

“Ohmygawd…” she moaned, and I could see the shudder of pleasure that ran through her. It was her conditioning, I knew, her trained response to her man’s arousal, but as much as I wanted to condemn it… It was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced, knowing that my rock hard manhood was making her hot and wet and desperate.

My world narrowed to those glazed green eyes, to the wanton lust I could see building behind them. Her small hands stroked, her lips parting invitingly. I kissed her again, no longer thinking about it, bending my head and moaning with primal need as her hands teased up and down my length through the fabric. There was a heat in the kisses that I’d never experienced before, an unbridled arousal that had nothing holding it back. No control, and no need for control.

“Stop.” I ordered, breathing heavily and pulling back, and my voice had the firm backbone of command.

The gorgeous young woman glanced up into my face, freezing. I could practically read her mind. Did I do something wrong again? Did I displease him?

But no… I just wanted a moment to lift my hands and cup her cheeks between them, staring deep into her eyes as my fingers slowly moved, brushed down her neck, across her shoulders and under the lapels of her bathrobe. Lena’s breath hitched and then my hands roamed upward again, skimming across her smooth skin under the soft fabric, over her shoulders and pushing the thick, soft fabric away.

She sighed, a sound of release and desire as the robe fell away from her slim body.

My eyes raced over her, taking in as much as I could as fast as possible. Those round, perky tits with hard, pink nipples. The smooth curve of her hips and her flat stomach. Lacy red panties, dark and damp, practically dripping with sensual invitation. My hands followed my eyes, fingers sliding down her arms across gently tanned skin.

“Please…” she said softly, leaning into my touch.

I didn’t need any more invitation than that. My body was straining with tension, my cock desperate and throbbing with desire. My fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties. I pushed them down, slowly lowering myself to my knees until I was looking up at her.

Her smooth, slender legs were parted just enough for me to enjoy a view of her shaved pussy. I could practically feel the heat of her need as I kissed up her thigh, and she looked down at me shocked, dazed, like she couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“What are you…?” Lena started to ask. But then I leaned forward. My tongue lapped across her glistening slit and I heard her groan. “Ohfuck...”

Her arousal was a hot bolt of lust that shot through me, my pulsating length straining behind my zipper. My hands brushed up her legs and cupped her ass, my fingers kneading the firm, round hemispheres. “Gawd…” One of Lena’s hands tangled in my hair, her weight falling forward as she lost the ability to stand on her own.

My tongue slid deeper, tasting her, my own body responding with another pulse of need. I wanted her, but I wanted to do this first. I wanted to be the first man, in all likelihood, to focus on her pleasure. My gaze twitched up, my tongue lapping across her clit, and I saw her staring down at me in disbelief, her eyes wide and uncertain. Like she didn’t know how to handle all the pleasure.

The green eyes wavered, flickered shut, a jolt of ecstasy running through her body. She swayed, her fingers digging into my hair. “Ohmygodyesss…”

I could feel her gushing arousal on my tongue, the scent filling my nose, the heat of her body. I lapped and licked, and she came. Her strangled moan of bliss was music, exactly what I needed, a shock of electric pleasure that shot through my body and straight into my needy pole.

My body couldn’t take it anymore.

Neither could hers.

Lena swayed as I stood, her body falling forward against mine. Her hands were on my shoulders, then around my neck and pulling me down into a desperate, searing kiss. She moaned again, shuddering, her smooth back rippling under my fingers as her muscles clenched again and released. She clung to me like a shipwreck survivor to a broken beam.

“Take me, Master…” Her voice was a low, husky whisper. “Take me… Whatever you want… Do whatever you want with me…”

I grunted, muscles bunching as I swept her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I threw her down on the mattress and she gasped, eyes going wide as I threw open my belt and shoved my slacks down my legs. My cock sprang free, red and needy, and her gaze locked on my swaying shaft with a desperate hunger.

Oh my god you’re so hot… I leaned down, pinning her slim wrists to the bed and hovering, the tip of my length just brushing across her slit. Teasing. Waiting.

“Please…” she mewed, softly. Begged. “Please, Professor…”

Fuck… I grunted and thrust, sliding all the way inside of my gorgeous blonde student with a single movement. My hips slammed into hers in time with two sighing moans of ecstasy.

“Ohmygawd…”

Her voice was a desperate moan, music to my ears. My head ached gently, far away. But all that mattered now was my body. I thrust again.

“Yesss…” Her back arched, perky tits offered up and my mouth kissed down her throat.

My lips wrapped around one nipple and sucked, my tongue flicking across it. She gasped, falling back down into the bed as I powered inside of her. Over. And over. Forgetting myself. Forgetting everything outside of this room. I could have counted every time we came together. But I’m just a mathematician. Not a weirdo.

“Please, Professor,” she begged. I could feel her muscles flexing, her inner muscles tight around my throbbing length and her arms straining as her body twisted in my grip. “More… Harder…”

I groaned, fingers flexing into the sheets and keeping her wrists pinned. “Call me…” I grunted. “Mitch.”

Her eyes shone up into mine, glazed with pleasure. Her face was flushed with arousal. But when she said my name, it wasn’t just some mindless mantra. It plucked deep in my chest, tugging at the chords of my heart. “Mitch…”

My body pulsed.

“Please, Mitch… I’m yours…”

You’re mine. My hands came away from her wrists and I fell forward onto my elbows, palms cupping her cheeks as I kissed her. Our hips moved in tandem and I buried myself inside her again. I had nothing to worry about. It was just the heat of our bodies, the tension that was building in my core and making my toes curl.

I buried my face in her neck, still kissing, her gasps and mews of bliss close by my ear. God… I squeezed my eyes shut, turned off my mind, gave myself in to my senses. Her skin was soft and sheened with sweat beneath me. She smelled a little sweet, like some sort of perfume or expensive conditioner. It twined into my brain and shot bolts of fire through me. My cock throbbed, deep in her core.

“Yes Mitch! Fuck meee…” She twisted and climaxed, her hips bucking up into mine once again and her pussy gushing around me.

I was close now, I knew. I could feel the sheets under my forearms, the soft touch of her hair across my knuckles. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest.

“Please Mitch… Cum for me… Cum in my tight, hot pussy…” Her voice was a moaning, gasping purr, desperate and wanton with a strange, inexplicable undertone of innocence that hit me like a truck.

Oh my god… My rock hard pole throbbed as I came, my body clenching and my muscles twitching out of control. My cock spasmed and hot, sticky seed painted her depths. I felt the bliss that started in my toes and crept up my legs in spurts, through my tense muscles and through my back, spreading out and shooting lightning through my nerves.

I groaned, my entire body flexing at once.

And then it was past, my body relaxed and the tension dissipating, swept away on the surging tide of bright pleasure that coursed through me. I groaned and pulled back, staring down into the bright green eyes of the girl beneath me.

We didn’t say anything for a moment. What do you say, after you fuck a woman who you accidentally-on-purpose bound to your will and whose entire relationship with you is based on a series of lies?

Yeah.

It all came crashing down as I turned, falling onto my back in the darkened bedroom and letting my body relax into the mattress. My body felt wrung out. The pounding in my head returned, only slightly dulled by the pleasure chemicals racing through my body.

Silence, filled only with panting breaths.

“Mitch?” Her voice was quiet and pensive.

“Yeah, Lena?” I didn’t look over, didn’t want to see the beautiful woman, didn’t want to feel the conflict churning in my chest.

“What really happened at Denton?” Her expression was troubled when she said it, and she hurried on before I could respond. “I know what I said last night… at the party. But I want to believe what you said. That it’s not true. That something else was going on. Can you… Please tell me? Please explain?”

Thud. My heart thumped. I hesitated. It’s not important right now, I wanted to say.

But, in fact, it kind of was. The Denton fiasco had landed me right where I was today. It was my secret shame, the haunting from my past that made it impossible for me to move on. And I had to move on now. I needed to focus on the problems of the moment, with nothing else holding me back. More than that, I needed the trust of my only companion, the only person who would stand by and help me see this through.

I lifted my chin. Then, I nodded, slowly. “Yeah, Lena.” My throat was dry. “I’ll tell you what really happened at Denton…”

And my mind raced back.