The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Being a professor doesn’t automatically make me blind.” I started with a joke, to try and ease the tightness that gripped my chest. “I try to see all students for their minds, of course, but every school has those attendees who are…” I struggled for a second. “Above average, if we consider their physical attributes.” Alternatively, I thought. We have Brighton Barnsworth. Where all the students could be supermodels.

I felt strange talking about this with Lena, my words fumbling and awkward, but the she just laughed softly. The beautiful young woman rolled over onto her side, shoving tangled blonde hair away from her face. “Obviously,” she agreed. “I could tell you had a thing for Natalie since day one.”

“Hmm…” I grimaced, and the girl immediately looked abashed.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, glancing away. “I was just trying to tease.”

I blew out a breath. It’s not her fault you didn’t have enough restraint to stay faithful, I told myself. Not Natalie’s fault, either. I swallowed. Just mine. “It’s alright,” I said. “I’m just… Going to tell you this story. I don’t like thinking about it, so I’m going to make it as quick as possible.”

Lena nodded, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear. It was a cute, innocent gesture, and now her green eyes rose back up to watch me closely in the semidarkness of the bedroom. The curtains were drawn, and I let myself sink down into the bed as I pulled up the memories.

“Juliana was a student of mine,” I said. It was impossible to mention her without remembering the first time she’d walked into my class. Like Natalie, Juliana went for a classic schoolgirl vibe: plaid skirt, simple white blouse. She even wore those round glasses that amplified the whole effect.

I was older now, by experience if not by too much time, and I knew that I should have been more careful. From the first, I had recognized that my image of Juliana wasn’t purely cold and professional. But I had been confident in myself. I knew I was good at my job, and I had assumed that because I knew how to teach I knew how to keep myself in check. I guess it was just a dangerous combination. My overconfidence, her beauty. Both of our desires to be the very best. That was what had brought us together, after all.

“The day after I passed back the first midterm tests, Juliana was in my office.” My eyes slid closed as I slipped into the flow. “She was frustrated. With herself. The class was graded on a curve, and she hadn’t scored well enough to be in the top 5%.” It all seemed so silly now. Grades and tests and curves. I could imagine Juliana’s curves, now. Those hadn’t been silly. But I stopped myself. At the Academy, we were dealing with real problems. Scary ones. Matters of life and liberty and crime and… to some degree, slavery. It was enough to make me shudder.

The story, I ordered. Nothing more. “She insisted that I tutor her,” I continued. “Said that she would pay me for my time, generously, and that I could make sure she was in the top of her class. She would work hard, she said. She wanted to be the best, and she told me that she could tell I appreciated hard work and talent.”

I felt the mattress move beneath us as Lena shifted her weight.

“It wasn’t usual at Denton, for a professor to work one on one with a student, but there were no real rules against it. I knew that the school sponsored a peer-to-peer tutoring program, but I also knew that I was more qualified to tutor my own student than some mathematics grad student.” I sighed, not opening my eyes. “I’m prideful when it comes to my work, Lena. Or at least, I was. I knew I was good, thought I was the best. It made me think that the rules didn’t apply to me. And Juliana read me like a book. She said exactly the right things to get me to help her.”

I hesitated, my thoughts jumping forward to the end of the story, and Lena kissed my shoulder softly. I opened my eyes, and her concerned face was resting on the pillow beside me.

“You don’t have to…” she started to say, but I shook my head.

“I’ve been avoiding it for too long. It’s good to say it all out loud. To someone who isn’t judging. To someone who hasn’t already made their judgements.” I gave her a thoughtful look. “Unless you have…?”

Lena chewed her lip. “I know what I said last night at the party. But… I guess I was just trying to get a reaction. It seemed so normal, just to poke and prod people. To try and figure out how to make them upset. Like a game that I played.” She frowned. “It doesn’t seem very nice, now.”

Her conditioning, I thought. She was trained to do it. She did it to Harrison. She did it to me. All part of her act. Just like Joseph Clayton intended… But we were getting ahead of ourselves.

“I’m not judging you,” Lena continued. “We all make mistakes. You’re helping me, now. If you hadn’t left Denton, you wouldn’t be. I guess I should probably be grateful for whatever happened, really, instead of wasting time judging.”

I swallowed. Grateful… I couldn’t find it in myself to be grateful for what had happened. I nodded, though. “Thanks.”

Lena shifted closer, closing her eyes. “I’m listening,” she said gently, and her tone was soothing. “Just talk through it.”

“Yeah. Okay…” I collected my thoughts again. “Things started off easy. In the classroom, things continued as before. At the end of my workday, Juliana would come by my office for extra tutoring. It was a great arrangement. Juliana’s parents were extremely well off, and they had no issue spending money on tutoring fees. I got to spend a little more time on mathematics, make a bit of extra money and enjoy some time with a student who had an obvious passion. I had nothing at home I needed to get back to because Julia worked late often. So it wasn’t like I was missing out on quality time.” I frowned, trailing off. Julia… I coughed. “When I was home alone, I drank. Not a lot. But most nights, you know, I would have a beer or two.” I shifted uncomfortably. “Well, maybe a couple more than that. But I was in good shape and work was going well, and Julia and I were happy. So I told myself it wasn’t an issue. Drinking wasn’t impacting my life.”

I didn’t like to talk about this. Just get through it. “Anyhow. It was a month or so into tutoring that Juliana first came on to me. It was a subtle thing, just a bit of flirting, but I did the right thing. Or so I thought. I ignored it, pretended I didn’t notice. I figured that would be enough to make it go away.”

Lena snorted softly at that, murmured. “Smart, Mitch.” When I glanced over she rolled her eyes at me.

I sighed, then had to huff a chuckle as well. “Yeah,” I agreed. “Obviously I could have handled it better. But I was enjoying the sessions. She was smart and interested and I got to talk about concepts that would have bored the other students to tears. Juliana was happy because her grades were going straight up. She was going right to the top of the class, and I think she liked feeling like she was the smartest. The best. I could tell, ’cause…” I shrugged. “Well, because that’s how I felt, a lot of the time. It was like I had found a kindred spirit, of sorts.”

And it was dangerous. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but the relationship I had been developing with Juliana was more than professional. I hadn’t been interested in her romantically, but she was a great student. Attentive, bright, driven. And being easy on the eyes obviously hadn’t hurt. When she’d started to express an interest in me, I’d been flattered. I should have been more cautious, but I assumed that it was just a momentary thing and after it passed things could continue as they had been — good. I should have known better. Throwing more variables into the equation inevitably makes things more difficult. And feelings are the most volatile variables of all.

“What happened?” Lena asked, as I thought about how differently things might have gone. “What finally tipped things over the edge?”

I nodded, adjusted myself on the pillows. When I continued, it was in a flat, emotionless voice. “It was the end of a long day of work. Juliana and I had a session that ended… poorly. We sat next to each other at the table in my office and she would lean up against me or touch my arm and shoulder when she didn’t need to, lingering. I was flustered and tried to focus on the material, right up until she stopped working entirely. She turned to me and… she leaned in, fluttering those eyelashes of hers…”

I glanced over and saw that Lena was watching me carefully.

“I didn’t do anything!” I felt like I was protesting my innocence, not for the first time, though the blonde’s expression wasn’t remotely accusatory. “I flinched back. Knocked my chair over, even. I told her that it was inappropriate for me to be working so closely with a student and that she should consider our sessions together… over.” I looked away, not wanting to meet her green gaze.

“What happened next?” Lena’s voice was soft and coaxing. It was such a far cry from how I’d come to expect her to act, and I wondered if this was who she really was. Without all the Brighton Barnsworth conditioning.

I swallowed. I told her, but as I did… It was like I was reliving it.

I fumbled out of my office, snatching up my things. I was shaken. It felt like I’d done something wrong, really wrong, even though I had finally put a stop to things with Juliana. I needed someone to talk to, to help me see things straight, but calling Julia went straight to voicemail. I knew she wouldn’t be home, and I didn’t want to go home. I went to a bar, instead.

I was three beers deep before I stopped to think. Why had this happened? Why did I feel so shaken? It couldn’t have been because I was blindsided. I had known that Juliana had some sort of… crush on me. But I just couldn’t get it out of my head, her frozen, embarrassed, flushed expression when I’d told her that we were done.

Another beer gone. And another. I was pleasantly buzzed, distracted from the confusing whirlwind of thoughts that tried to pin me down. I was in the wrong. I should have done something sooner. Stopped my student before it came to this. But I knew how to make it better…

“I was going to tell Julia what happened.” I sank down into the mattress. “But first, I wanted to try and fix things between us. I was so scared, I think, that one of the reasons I’d let things go so far with Juliana was that I was craving some kind of… I don’t know. Fun, flirtatious, something-or-other… Something that me and Julia had been missing. We both worked a lot, and she had her own… hang-ups. And I guess I wanted to prove to myself that we weren’t broken.”

I paused, and Lena’s hand rubbed gently at my shoulder. Not teasing or flirting, calming. I relaxed into the pleasant sensation. “I was planning to send her some texts for when she got off work. Just to show her I was in a sexy mood and thinking about her…” I swallowed again. Just like I’d swallowed down my next beer. Or maybe it was a shot, at that point. It was hard to remember. Other events crowded out those memories. “I’ve always told myself that it was an accident, that I was intending to text Julia and my clumsy, drunk fingers accidentally hit Juliana’s contact name instead. I had her number because sending emails back and forth to schedule every session was getting to be a pain. I want to believe that’s what happened.” I hesitated. I’d never told anyone this before. Not this part. “But… I can’t be sure that it wasn’t some sort of Freudian slip. Like I secretly wanted things to go further with Juliana…”

“I’m not judging…” Lena’s voice was soft. “Just finish.”

I nodded. “I went to the bathroom at the bar. I…” I cleared my throat. “I sent photos… Nothing over the top. Especially between a long-term couple. But from a professor to one of his students…?” I trailed off.

“Not good,” the girl beside me filled in.

Yeah. Understatement of the century. “Julia, somehow, understood my mistake.” My voice was low and robotic again. “She made me promise to quit drinking, but she stuck by me. Trusted me. The school, on the other hand… I was out. Quickly. And it was only by some miracle that it didn’t turn into a media shitstorm.”

A minute of silence. Lena, I assumed, was absorbing everything I’d just said. I was marveling at it, once again. God, Mitch… You’re supposed to solve problems for a living. How do you keep creating so many of them for yourself?

“What happened with Juliana?”

I took a slow breath, then shrugged. “I haven’t been in a room with her since I walked out on our tutoring session. Everything after that was done through intermediaries.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, my voice just a murmur. “Fucking disaster.”

It was Lena who pushed herself up first, leaning on one elbow beside me. She looked over, her body model-slim and alluring in the darkened room. I knew it was probably late morning or early afternoon. But in the bedroom, with drawn curtains, it was like an eternal dark evening. Or a safe, quiet cocoon.

“Thank you for telling me what really happened.” Lena looked sincere and earnest, her face drawn together into a concerned expression. “I’m sorry for pressing you.”

I took a deep breath, grunted and rolled up into a sitting position. I pushed myself back until I was leaning against the headboard. “It’s not your fault,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s probably good to tell the story once in a while. Let it out. Keep it from getting too heavy.”

The girl nodded, then pursed her lips. She looked like she was about to say something, then stopped herself.

“I get it,” I said. I forced a smile. “We can’t just sit around. We have to do something. You don’t have unlimited time. And neither do I. If we’re going to actually do something about this, it needs to be sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah,” Lena agreed, looking uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Mitch. When I showed up at your place last night, I really wasn’t intending all of this to happen. I didn’t… know what was going to happen. I just knew that I needed to see you, after everything that had happened. I knew, somehow, that I would feel safer. And I did.” She hesitated, but didn’t look away this time. “I do.”

I was kissing her before I realized I had moved, my hand gently holding the back of her head and pulling her toward me. She melted into the kiss, and I felt her soft lips moving against mine, her breath ragged. What she’d said… Maybe she was only saying it because of what I’d done to her with the LucidSpecs. But it was what I needed to hear. I needed someone to tell me I was the good guy, even when I felt like less than zero.

I pulled back a moment later, breathing hard. I stared into her face and saw the belief in her eyes. She trusted me, I realized. And that trust… it made me know that we had to get to the bottom of this. I knew, now, what was going on at the Brighton Barnsworth Academy. It was no longer a mystery. It was a concrete problem.

A problem that we were going to solve, step by step. We would stack fact on fact until we knew where we stood, and then we would tear Joseph Clayton’s institution apart brick by brick. Because of what he’d done to me, and Lena, and Natalie, and everyone else he’d ever manipulated.

There was just a single thought, a niggling doubt in my mind.

If he doesn’t stop you first.

“We can’t go to the police. Or anyone, really.” It was a reality that had to be addressed as I emerged from the comfort of the darkened bedroom. I had wrapped myself in a bathrobe, thick and fluffy white with an ornate R on the breast. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t talk about the Academy to anyone outside it.”

Lena nodded hesitantly, looking worried. She followed me out of the bedroom in a robe of her own. From her blonde, shoulder-length hair to her pert breasts and her long, slim legs, she looked every bit the gorgeous runway model. I wondered if she had been a model, ever.

In a previous life? I joked to myself. The joke soured when I realized that anything that she’d done before the Academy might as well have been a different life. I hurried to move on. “That means that it’s down to us,” I continued. “The only people who can bring down the Academy are the people who are already on the inside.”

Lena blew out a breath, and her thoughtful expression was the same one she made in class when I had given them a particularly difficult question. It was cute. “So what are we going to do, Mitch?”

I chewed my lip, walking across the living room. My hangover seemed far away, crowded out by bigger problems. “First,” I said. “I’m going to have a lot more coffee. Then, we’re going to line up our problems and solve them. Simple as one, two, three.”

I hoped that I sounded more confident than I felt.

I borrowed Lena’s hoodie to go downstairs to the gift shop. We both needed new clothes, and I thought it might be a good idea if both of us had some alone time.

I stood in the elevator, shifting my weight and looking at myself in the big mirror on one wall. I probably didn’t look like the usual clientele that patronized this establishment. My slacks were rumpled but obviously expensive, my dress shoes were the only ones I’d had the time to slip onto my feet when I was leaving my apartment last night, but the sweatshirt was slightly too small on my broad-shouldered frame. I definitely had a business on the bottom, snuggle on top vibe.

“Think, Mitch,” I ordered myself. “You have to solve this.”

I juggled variables as the elevator dinged open and I walked through the lobby. It was a big, expensive space that matched the opulence of the hotel room, but I crossed it swiftly without looking left or right. I strode into the glass-walled gift shop.

The woman behind the counter was young, with dark hair that she had pulled back and up behind her head. Several strands fell around her face, framing pretty features.

“Hello,” she said with a bright smile. “Can I help you?”

I tightened my jaw. Not every woman with dark hair can make you think about Julia, I scolded myself. But, still, I felt my stomach drop away and my chest tighten, and I couldn’t speak for a moment as emotion welled up in my throat. I just swallowed and shook my head, grunting noncommittally. Feeling foolish, I turned toward the racks of blouses, polos, skirts, hats, jackets and other paraphernalia.

I tried to focus on the task at hand. Lena and I needed clothes if we were going to go anywhere and avoid looking out of place. Not that I knew where we would be going, or even… Abruptly, I realized that I didn’t know what hotel we were in.

I walked in between several shelves, leaning down look at the writing across the front of one of the baseball caps. Regent, I read. Huh. I’d never heard of it before, but the place was obviously expensive. Checking one of the price tags, I nearly choked.

“Sir?” The attentive brunette’s voice was tinged with a professional level of concern. “Are you alright?”

I waved a hand over my shoulder, then gave a thumbs up. Suck it up, Mitch, I thought. But all my brain wanted to do was think about the subtractions to my bank account. I shook my head, then made up my mind. I turned back to the salesgirl and she looked up brightly. I couldn’t tell if she’d been waiting attentively for me to glance over or if she’d been working on something, but she gave me a look that simply oozed helpfulness.

“Um…” I swallowed. “Actually,” I screwed up my face in what I intended to be a hopeful, yet concerned expression. “I want to buy a gift for my… ahem, girlfriend.” Referring to Lena as my girlfriend felt so strange, but the woman seemed attentive, without judgement. I reminded myself that she didn’t care one way or another about my reason for buying, just that I purchased something. “But I’m afraid…” I gestured vaguely at the racks and shelves of clothes. “I don’t know how to put together an outfit. Do you think you could help me out?”

The young woman’s smile turned genuinely amused for a moment, and she gave me a sparkling grin. “You’re definitely honest, sir,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows, uncertain if it was a compliment, as she came around the counter and toward me. I could now see that in addition to her white blouse she wore a pair of dark blue pants that ended just above her ankles.

“You’d be surprised how many men come in,” she continued, “skulk around for a couple minutes and then leave with something arbitrary.” She reached over, plucked a tennis visor at random from a nearby shelf, and waved it at me, as if to illustrate her point.

I felt my discomfort ease a little. “Lucky my girlfriend doesn’t play tennis,” I joked. A second later I realized that I was talking about Julia, and I pressed my lips together in a firm line.

The young woman nodded, ignored my abrupt change from joking to serious, and swept her eyes around the small shop. “That’s good of you to remember. I’m sure your girlfriend appreciates your thoughtfulness.” She glanced back at me, and I wondered if she had been giving me time to get my face back under control. “As you can see, this isn’t just some run-of-the-mill lobby shop where you can find a tee shirt and a tote bag.”

I could see that. In fact, the glass-walled room looked more like a high-end outlet store than a normal gift shop.

“Do you know how much you’d like to spend?”

I felt in my pocket, and was relieved to feel the outline of my wallet. I gave a shaky smile. “Less than $100?” I said, my tone only half-hopeful.

The salesgirl chuckled softly, biting her lip. With a rueful expression, she held out the visor. “A visor and a pair of socks is about how far that will stretch,” she offered. “Not much of an outfit, but maybe for certain activities…” Her eyes flashed laughingly and she looked away. “I’m sorry, sir, that was unprofessional.”

I chuckled though, and felt the tightness in my chest lighten. I momentarily imagined Lena in nothing but a tennis visor and a pair of long athletic socks, and the picture was… Hot. I’d never imagined Lena as the sporty type, though, and in my mind’s eye the picture suddenly changed. Now it was Natalie, twisting and turning in my bed, begging me to—

“Don’t worry about it…” My eyes flickered to the young woman’s blouse and back up into her eyes when I didn’t see a nametag. I tilted my tone up at the end, making the statement into a question.

“Danielle,” she told me.

“Mitch.” We shook hands. “Well, Danielle,” I continued. “I just need something my girl can wear out of here today. Think you can help me out?”

The lovely brunette smiled. “I’d be happy to, sir.”

I tried to keep my equilibrium when Danielle finally rang up my purchases, and gratefully accepted the large paper bag she passed over the counter.

“Thanks,” I said, nodding and turning away. I tried to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach as I shoved the long receipt into my pocket. You needed to do this, I told myself. You weren’t walking out of here in bathrobes, and the clothes you wore coming in last night are too conspicuous. You’re not trying to make a scene.

“Have a good day, sir!” Danielle called after me, her voice upbeat and cheery. I simply raised my hand without looking back. Another glimpse of her smiling, pretty face and I would probably just think of Julia. And I had enough on my mind right now.

Still, instead of letting myself get down, I focused on the positive. It gave me a surprising pleasure to buy a gift for Lena, though I knew that she would probably offer to pay me back. I wondered, briefly, whether she received some sort of allowance from her “father.” Aside from paying for her time at the Academy, it made sense that she would have money to buy clothes and cosmetics and other products that the man might consider worthwhile. If she did, maybe we could put her money to use somehow. In our plan. Which I hadn’t figured out yet.

But I shook my head. Just stick to facts, I reminded myself. Things you know for certain. The less variables the better. You can’t solve problems with wild ideas. Bag in hand, I stepped out of the gift shop. I figured I would go back up to the room, where Lena and I could put our heads together and work our way through the knotty problem ahead of us. While I strode into the lobby, brain still buzzing with caffeine from the several cups of coffee I’d drunk, I tried to get a head start.

Think, dammit, I ordered myself. Just lay it out, nice and simple. What’s the end goal? I looked up then, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Oh crap.

Because who should I see striding across the lobby but Harrison St. John?

I turned and ducked back into the gift shop on instinct, almost running into Danielle.

“Sir?” she said, confused.

I was right up close to her, my bag fumbling in my hands. Harrison had been heading in a different direction, and I didn’t think he’d seen me, but I couldn’t be sure. I thought quickly. “Danielle,” I said, trying to let only a small part of my anxiety show through. “Can I get your help with something else? A personal matter. It has to do with my girlfriend, the young lady I told you about.”

The cute brunette furrowed her brow and looked up at me, taking a step back. “I’m not sure…” she started uncomfortably, but I spoke hurriedly.

“Please,” I said. “There’s a man in the lobby. Short, pudgy, round face. It’s her ex, and he’s been following us trying to make a scene. I really don’t want to have to confront him right now. Would you please just look if he’s coming this way?”

I held my breath and hoped that Danielle was like most women that I knew — that is, she had an ex she’d rather avoid — and would be willing to help a couple in distress.

The young woman’s expression turned from surprised to concerned, and she bit her lip. After a split second, she nodded firmly. Stepping around me, she glanced into the lobby.

I stepped further into the gift shop, pulling the hood up over my head instinctively.

Danielle was back a couple seconds later, patting me comfortingly on the arm. “You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Hood,” she teased.

My shoulders rose and fell as I blew out a breath.

“He is sitting in the middle of the lobby, though,” the young woman added. “Reading on his phone, it looks like. If you go out, he’ll probably see you.” She saw my concerned expression, and went on. “If you like…” she chewed her lip again, glanced away, and then back into my face. “There’s a service elevator. Right around the corner from here. I can swipe you into it, if you need to avoid him.”

I nodded gratefully. Things were moving quickly now. What was Harrison doing here? Did he know that Lena and I had spent the night? How could he? And if he did, why was he just reading in the lobby? Was he waiting for us to come down from our room? “Thank you,” I muttered, but I must have still seemed worried because Danielle gave me a concerned look.

“Should we talk to the concierge?” she asked. “They can have security remove him, if he’s going to be an issue.” She added a reassuring smile. “Our guests are very important to us. If you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll do anything we can to help you feel welcomed and safe.”

I hesitated. Then, I nodded. “Yes. Please. That would be a huge weight off my mind. I don’t want my girlfriend to be worried about some confrontation. I don’t know if she’d feel good leaving her room, knowing he was down here waiting.”

Danielle jerked her head in agreement and turned on her heel. She walked swiftly around the counter and picked up a corded hotel phone from her desk. She lifted it to her ear, gave me another smile, and hit a quick combo of numbers on the keypad in the phone’s cradle. “Yeah, Jerry? Hey. I was hoping you could help me with something…”

I shifted my weight nervously and glanced over my shoulder. There was no one in the hallway outside, and a wall of large, leafy plants blocked the view into the lobby.

“Yes, I have a guest here who recognized someone in the lobby… Someone who just walked in, yeah. The guest was hoping we could have security remove the man.” Danielle listened, then covered the receiver. “What’s the name?” she asked me.

I blinked, looking over at her. “Harrison… I mean, St. John. Harrison St. John.”

“It’s Harrison St. John,” she relayed, giving me a reassuring smile.

A pause.

Then, Danielle gave me a confused look as the voice on the other side evidently resumed speaking. She listened. “He is?” she asked. “Alright, sorry to bother you… No, no, I can take care of it. Thanks, Jerry.”

“What is it?” I asked as she hung up.

The brunette cocked her head at me, her lips pursed. “Security isn’t going to be able to help you,” she said. “Harrison St. John is one of our guests.”

I stepped out of the service elevator after Danielle, then passed her and led the way to my room.

“I’m really sorry I couldn’t be more help to you,” she apologized. The woman looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. “I just don’t have any authority to… You know, between different guests…”

I shook my head, and would have patted her arm comfortingly if I didn’t have my hands full with my purchases. “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” My mind was already far ahead, far away. Had Lena known that Harrison was staying here? How had this happened?

We came to my door. The hallway was empty both ways, and I knocked with one foot. “Lena?” I called softly. “It’s Mitch! I’m back.”

A moment of silence and then the sound of multiple locks being undone.

Lena’s face appeared, smiling brightly. “I was starting to worry,” she teased. “You were gone so long…” Then her eyes flickered from me to my companion. “Hello, who’s this?”

I glanced over at Danielle.

The woman was standing still, surprise on her pretty features, dark eyes wide. She glanced between Lena and me, but her hesitation only lasted a moment before her professional training took over. “Danielle,” she hastily, offering her hand. “I work in the gift shop downstairs.”

Lena took it calmly, pulling her bathrobe around herself a little tighter with one hand. “Ah, and you came up to help Mitch with…?”

I stepped in. “There’s something I need to tell you about,” I told the blonde. “Danielle was helping me to avoid a very bad situation.” I nudged the door the rest of the way open and walked into the suite, depositing my bags on the nearest surface.

“Thank you, then…” Lena’s voice was still uncertain, but I could tell she was smiling her high-society, model-worthy smile.

“Please don’t mention it,” Danielle seemed equally unsure. “I should be getting back to work now…”

I turned as the dark-haired young woman stepped away from the door. “Wait, Danielle!” I called. I hurried back. “I really don’t mean to impose, but if you could do us just one more favor…”

Lena smiled as I self-consciously tugged the polo over my head.

“Danielle said it was a good color for me,” I muttered skeptically. Despite doing my best to keep well-groomed and in shape, I was never great with fashion. I was thankful that both of my jobs so far had enforced a dress code for professors, because it meant I didn’t have to go through the daily struggle of picking out an outfit.

“Hmm…” Lena nodded, stepping closer and fixing my collar. She smiled brightly. “She was right.” My companion had been initially shocked and upset when I’d told her that Harrison was staying in the same hotel, but both of us quickly realized the possible upside.

Keep your enemies close, like they say… I thought.

When we figured out how to deal with him, Lena’s “father” would be within easy striking distance. Not that I imagined a scenario where physical violence would solve any of our current issues. But we both knew it was only a matter of time before Lena’s phone rang and Harrison St. John was on the other end of it.

The only thing I could think was that maybe—

Lena was kissing me before I could finish the thought, standing on her toes and sliding her arms around my neck.

“Mmm,” I murmured into her lips, my hands instinctively landing on her slim waist. I could smell her sweet scent, feel the way her elbows curled to pull me closer. “What’s that for?” I asked.

Our faces were close, and her green eyes were bright. “A thank you,” she murmured. “For doing so much to try and protect me from… him.” I felt her slender body shudder against mine. “I had no idea, when we came here last night, that he…” Her features creased with uncertainty.

“It’s alright…” I kissed her again. It was a quick, gentle kiss, and I was surprised at how easy it felt. The small gesture of intimacy felt simple, like we’d been together for a long time. “This could work to our advantage. Now…” and I grinned down, gently stepping away. “Time for you to dress up for me.”

Lena glanced away, biting her lip cutely. “Alright…” She was so different now, from the haughty, vain and blatantly bitchy person I’d known for weeks. Her sweetness had blindsided me, and I already knew that I really liked it.

The young woman pulled my purchased from the bag, holding up first one, then the other. “You have good taste in women’s clothes.” She flashed me a quick, bright smile and I flushed a little.

“Danielle’s recommendations,” I said.

Lena checked the tag. “And you got my size spot on.”

“I gave her a brief… ahem, I did my best to describe your… dimensions.” I recalled the brief moment of panic I’d had downstairs, trying to describe Lena to the salesgirl in a mathematical, non-sexualized way.

Danielle had laughed, tossing her dark hair over her shoulders. Her chocolate eyes were bright and dancing. “Men always feel so uncomfortable talking to me about their partner’s bust size,” she grinned. Her humor helped me relax, and using Danielle as a vague yardstick we’d come to some estimates about Lena’s fit.

The blonde chuckled now, a throaty sound that sent a shiver of heat down my chest and into the pit of my stomach. “I guess I should save my gratitude for our new friend Danielle, then.” She didn’t do it on purpose, but I swear that every sound from that sculpted mouth was a sexual promise. Or maybe I was just a simple, sex-hungry man.

Lena glanced my way through her eyelashes, then let her smile quirk up at the corner. “Alright, Professor…” she murmured. “Let’s see if you got my dimensions right…” She undid the belt of her bathrobe with one hand, then shrugged free.

I swallowed, a bolt of desire zinging straight into my manhood and making me pull in a swift breath.

The bathrobe pooled at her feet, drawing my eyes to the floor before they made the slow, luxurious journey back up her body. Her curves were supple and smooth, begging for my hands. Her stomach was flat and I swear even her navel was made for kissing.

By the time I was looking into her face again, she was blushing.

“What?”

“Nothing…” Lena brushed her hair back behind one ear. It fell in a smooth curve brushing against her shoulders. “You just have this… look. When you look at me. It makes me feel special. Like I’m something special.”

I nodded. I didn’t know what to say. In my mind, my thoughts were rioting. Half of them were shouting at me — How could you forget Julia? How dare you look at another woman that way! — and the other half were encouraging — Look at you, making her feel like a princess! Way to go, Don Juan. The roiling thoughts made my embers of desire fade into the background, just a bit, and I was grateful. Right now, we needed to be thinking, not fucking.

Lena smiled at me, then quickly glanced down and began to button down her shirt. It was pale white, with the Regent R stitched simply on one side. It fell to the tops of her thighs, waiting to be tucked into the other half of her gift — a navy pencil skirt. Before she slipped the skirt up her legs, though, the blonde did a quick turn, her long, tan legs and the pert hemispheres of her ass teasing me just beneath the swishing hem of the button-down.

“What do you think?”

“Mmhmm…” I managed. Focus, Mitch…

There was a twinkle in Lena’s eyes, like she knew what I was thinking, but she simply turned up the corner of her mouth in a teasing smirk and bent forward. The skirt slipped up her legs, making me imagine my hands as they rose up her thighs just hours ago.

Then, she was done, and I blinked back to reality.

“So, Professor…” Lena winked at me. “Now that you’ve got us both all dressed up, what are we going to do?”

“Yes. Ahem, exactly.” I nodded, furrowing my brow like I’d been thinking about that very carefully. “Well, the thing that occurs to me is that we have a couple of problems to solve.” I ticked them off on my fingers. “Harrison will be calling you. And he’s probably not going to be patient. Which means that he’ll want to see you again tonight.”

Lena nodded, seating herself on the couch as I walked past. She crossed her knees, the innocent movement innocently sensual. I faced the window, which looked out from nineteen floors up. While I was gone my student had pulled back the curtains, and the early afternoon sunlight bounced off the glass and steel and concrete frames of the buildings around us.

“We need to stop Principal Clayton, by any means necessary. And we need to figure out how to un-condition you, as well as the other girls. Do what we can to return you to your previous lives…”

I said this last lightly, trying not to lay any emphasis on it. I didn’t want to upset Lena, asking her to think about her past. When I’d asked her about it before, in her room at the Academy party, she had been unable to remember. In fact, I’d accidentally triggered some part of her conditioning.

You’ve got to be careful, I reminded myself. You have no idea what kinds of traps and triggers Joseph has got wrapped around her mind. It made me imagine a laser field, from one of those heist movies. The kind of spinning, sweeping field of deadly lights that guard a precious piece of art. One wrong step, and I might trigger the alarms.

“And we need to fix the issue with your girlfriend…” Lena added gently. When I looked over at her, she wasn’t meeting my eyes.

I shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s something that can be fixed,” I said softly. But I didn’t want to talk about it. “So,” I went on briskly. “It seems to me that we have one weekend to take action before our opponents know what we’re doing. Well, a little more than half a weekend. Come Monday morning, you’ll be expected in classes and I’ll be expected in my office. But I don’t intend to ever go back to that place as a pawn in Clayton’s game.”

Lena took a deep breath, then nodded firmly.

“Good.” I rubbed my hands together, then entwined my fingers. I gestured with my clasped hands. “So, we go on the offensive. We deal with Harrison first, almost like a practice round. Then Clayton. Then we undo all his work. Simple as one, two, three.”

The young woman’s soft laugh surprised me.

“What?”

“I just love how confident you are.” Her voice was unabashedly impressed. “It makes me feel like everything is going to be alright.”

I’m glad one of us feels that way, I thought. But I just forced a quick grin. “It will be. Just so long as we follow a solid plan.”

“And what plan is that?”

I paused. Then, I remembered something. Something Natalie had mentioned last night at the party. I turned. My mind spun back, taking me to my first morning at the academy, peering through a classroom window.

“Tell me about your online classes…”

“You know I can’t tell you that.” Danielle’s voice was apologetic, but firm. “I didn’t mind keeping an eye out for you, watching that St. John guy in the lobby. But I can’t just give out guests’ room numbers.” She frowned slightly, like I should have known better than to ask.

I nodded. “I apologize.” My tone was contrite. “Truth be told…” I hesitated, then met her eyes and squared my shoulders. “Lena doesn’t know I was going to ask you about that. I was just thinking of going to that man’s room and giving him a piece of my mind.” I worked my mouth and came out with a sheepish smile. “I don’t know, really. I just feel so… angry that I can’t help my girlfriend feel safe.”

Danielle’s expression softened, her gaze understanding. “What did you come down here for? I texted you like you asked, when he left the lobby…”

“Do you have earbuds?” I asked. “Something to listen to music? Or watch a video?”

The cute brunette gave me a confused look.

“Lena wanted to show you something. Maybe to explain… What happened to her. To let you know that you did the right thing, helping us.”

Danielle’s expression was uncertain, but I nodded earnestly.

“Nothing weird,” I promised. “You’ve just been so kind and I wanted to show you you’re helping the right people.” It felt bad to trick her, but I couldn’t second-guess myself. I needed to do this. Just follow the plan. And honestly… It didn’t feel that bad. Inwardly, I wondered if that was such a good thing. Maybe I was getting too good at lying.

Danielle furrowed her brow, then nodded slowly. “Yeah…” She reached behind the counter and lifted up a pair of tangled white earbuds. “I have these.”

I started to speak but she held up her other hand.

“But…” and she smiled ruefully. “I’m still on the clock. And I do have a job to do, you know.”

I hesitated, then bit my lip. “Yeah. I know that.”

“And as much as I appreciate your wanting to thank me and explain things, I can’t just get distracted by every couple that comes to me needing help with mysterious problems.”

I had to chuckle softly at that. “I know.”

Her expression was earnest. “I’m glad I’ve been able to help you guys. If I had a boyfriend, I’d want him to look out for me like you’re looking out for her. But I’ve got to get back to work.” She paused, seemed to consider something, then bit her lip. “My shift ends at 4 o’clock.” A quick phone check. “Two more hours, then I’ll come back up to your room and you guys can show me whatever it is. Okay?”

I paused. That would give us less time than I’d hoped, but I nodded. “Lena doesn’t want to leave her room as long as he’s around. Or if there’s potential for us to bump into him. Will you text if you see him leaving through the lobby?”

Danielle tucked her dark hair back behind one ear. “Of course. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.” The young woman hesitated. “Is she right to be this worried? Is what he did as bad as you’re implying?”

I wasn’t lying at all, now, when I gave her a grim look. “If anything, it’s worse.”

“She’s coming up.” Lena’s voice carried from the bedroom, where she lounged in the soft white bathrobe.

Danielle thought I’d given her my number, but really it was Lena’s. The young woman had been on her phone for the majority of the past few hours, fielding texts from Harrison St. John. And now, it seemed, Danielle had texted her to say she was done with her shift.

I checked the clock.

4:03.

My student and I had spent the past few hours feeling felt pent up and restless. Like we’d expected, Harrison St. John had started to text her early in the afternoon. Initially, the man had wanted to visit her at the Academy again, but Lena had convinced him it would be best for her to come to him this time.

He had acquiesced, then demanded her to send him photos “to tide me over.”

That was the reason for the bathrobe. It wasn’t convenient to keep getting in and out of her other outfit. And she didn’t want Harrison seeing the Regent logo.

I saw the photos. I was simultaneously upset that she was sending them to that pig of a man and turned on by how sexy she made herself look.

Laying back on the bed, a pouty expression on her delicate features as she traced a finger across her lips.

One hand cupping her breast, her eyes closed as her fingers squeezed one nipple.

Fingers running through her hair as she blew a kiss.

God you’re hot… I’d wanted to say. But I wasn’t sure if I should.

I was so confused. Despite sleeping together, despite everything I’d tried to do to protect my student, I had no idea where we stood. And while she’d been on her phone almost all of the afternoon, getting Harrison ready for tonight, I hadn’t even had the courage to turn on my own device. I knew what would be waiting for me.

And I couldn’t handle that right now.

I was sitting in the darkened bedroom with Lena, watching as my student navigated to the Brighton Barnsworth Academy website on her phone and logged in to her student account. She clicked several tabs, and navigated to a particular page.

“Alright…” Lena glanced up at me, eyes worried. “Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?”

I blew out a breath, then shrugged. I gave her a pained look. “We need to know this will work. When it comes to tonight. If not, we’ve got nothing.”

There was a knock at the door, and I held out my hand.

Lena hesitated. Then, she handed me the phone. I nodded.

I let Danielle in, the young woman smiling with her purse over her shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hey, Mitch. Where’s Lena?”

I gestured for her to come into the living room, and we sat together on the couch. I motioned with my head at the closed door to the bedroom. “She’s relaxing. She wanted me to show you this. But, for obvious reasons, I think she didn’t really want to be reminded of her ex any more than she already has been today.”

Danielle gave me a reassuring look. “I get it.” She shifted in her seat, then raised her eyebrows. “Well?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, half to her and half to myself. Pulling Lena’s phone out of my pocket, I swiped it open. “You have those earbuds from before?”

Together, we bent over the screen.

“What?” Danielle was confused. “Introduction to Psychology?” We were on the Academy website, looking at the first lecture in a video course. Behind a big Play button, an image of a swirling galaxy filled the screen.

I gave her an encouraging nod, looking into her dark eyes. “You’ll see.”

“Alright…” With an uncertain shake of her head, the young woman plugged in her earbuds and glanced up at me.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Ready.”

I leaned forward. I could smell the perfume she wore, something subtle and expensive. It filled my nose, made me think of high-class hotels and beautiful women. And of sex. Well, I was two-thirds of the way there. 66%.

I hit Play.

Then, I sat back and looked carefully away. I slipped my hand back into my pocket, felt the outline of my LucidSpecs, and, for the first time, I actually hoped that Joseph Clayton’s nefarious technology would do its work.

Instead of watching the screen, I watched Danielle.

The young woman’s eyes were focused and intent, a furrow appearing between her brows. A stray hair fell across her forehead and she brushed it away. “Hmm…” It was a soft, unconscious sound, almost a sigh.

I forced myself not to look at the screen. If my experience spying through the window into the Academy classroom was accurate, then even the shortest glance could be dangerous.

Any second, I expected the lovely brunette to glance up and ask me what strange game Lena and I were playing at. Why are you showing me this? I thought you were going to show me the reason Lena is so worried about running into her ex downstairs.

But she didn’t.

A minute passed.

Because I was watching her so closely, I saw when her shoulders relaxed fractionally and the line between her eyebrows smoothed out. I shot a swift glance at the bedroom door, but it was still closed. I knew that Lena was waiting on the other side, probably even more nervous than I was.

Another minute.

It was like showing a friend a video of one of your favorite comedy routines, waiting for them to laugh and hoping desperately that they wouldn’t think that you and your sense of humor were odd and strange. Only I wasn’t hoping the young woman would laugh. I was hoping that she would—

There.

Danielle’s teeth played with her lower lip, like she was concentrating hard, but her dark, laughing eyes were glazed. I didn’t know the exact moment her focus had drifted, but I could tell that she was looking through the screen now, her attention somewhere else.

I glimpsed it out of the corner of my eye — the swirling light show and, off to one side of the screen, a face wearing round glasses that shone with the same sparkling, spinning stars. I looked hurriedly away, trying not to shift my weight on the couch or do anything that might disturb her. The video was ten minutes long and I sat there, afraid to move, until my nervous, side eye glances at the phone confirmed that the video had stopped playing.

Danielle didn’t move, just stared at the device cupped in her palms. Or, more accurately, stared beyond it.

I let out a long, slow sigh. Moment of truth. My hand came out of my pocket, unfolding my glasses. I settled them on my nose, the world coming into sharper focus. “Now,” I murmured, leaning close and tugging an earbud gently from Danielle’s ear. “Danielle?” I kept my voice gentle and easy.

The brunette glanced up, right into the round lenses of the LucidSpecs. She swayed back, eyelids blinking languidly. “Yes, Master…?” Her easy, honeyed tone shot a blast of heat straight through my core.

“You’ll do whatever I want…”

“Of course, Master.”

In that moment, for the first and last time, I sent out a silent prayer of thanks to Principal Joseph Clayton.

The door to the bedroom creaked open, but I didn’t look away from Danielle’s eyes. They were staring straight ahead, looking into my face but also at nothing.

My body was filling up with a tingling heat, a rising flame of desire that warmed me up through my chest. I felt my tongue come out to wet my lips. “Danielle…”

“Yes, Master?”

I hadn’t realized, but I just wanted to hear her say it again. The word shocked me, sent a current of electric arousal straight down between my thighs to where my cock was already straining against my zipper. Master…

“Fuck…”

I was startled by the soft voice. I turned to see Lena, staring at Danielle with an unreadable expression.

I frowned. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Are you sure you want to be watching this?” I wasn’t sure how Lena would react, watching me as I tested our plan on the young saleswoman.

The blonde shivered, her tongue coming out and wetting her mouth. “Yeah…” she sounded uncertain, but when she turned her eyes to mine they were alight. “I didn’t realize it would be so…” She hesitated.

“So what?”

“So… hot.”

Her words rolled through me like the warm glow of a fire, heating my nerves and pulling at the strings of my desire. I could hear it in her voice. A similar desire, a longing. And it was in the way her eyes traced down my body, taking in the bulge in my slacks that I couldn’t hide. Then, those green orbs returned to my face, and I remembered that I was wearing the LucidSpecs.

“Lena?” I asked softly.

“Yes…?” Her voice was far away as her expression slowly relaxed.

I hesitated, not sure how to go about this. “Stay awake for me…” I murmured, rising slowly to my feet. I stepped forward, crossing the distance between us. My hand cupped her face, my thumb brushing gently across one cheek. “Don’t give in to it. Free your mind. That’s good…”

She blinked several times.

I had no idea if this would work. I knew that the glasses were a trigger for her and for Natalie, and presumably for the other girls at the Academy. But would my control over her allow me to free her from that trigger?

“Ohfuck…” Lena trembled, her breath coming quicker between parted lips.

“That’s right,” I said softly. “These glasses can’t control you anymore…”

“Okay…” The blonde’s eyes cleared, and she shook her head gently. “Okay…”

“Good…” I murmured.

The blonde looked up at me, her expression unreadable.

“Yeah?” I asked with a slight smile. “You good?”

She looked away, and I could tell she was blushing. “You know this only makes me want you more, right?” she asked.

I kissed her. Quickly.

She was giving me a confused look as I stepped away. “What was that for?”

“I want you, too.” I kept my glance down her body quick, but I was still astonished at how the supermodel blonde made a fluffy white bathrobe look as sexy as some silken kimono or lacy lingerie. “But we need to… You know.” I gestured at Danielle. “Make sure of our plan. We can’t send you to meet Harrison without being sure.”

The other young woman was still staring into the distance, seeming not to hear us. I wondered what was going on in her mind, what just one Academy video had the power to do to her. It seemed… Insane. Unreal. Like there was no way—

Lena was slowly walking forward, her gate slinky and sensual.

I felt my heart beating in my throat as she raised one hand… but then she teasingly dragged it across my chest, fingers playing with my collar for a second before she brushed past. I froze, and then turned slowly to watch as the blonde sat down beside the tranced out brunette.

“Danielle…”

I shivered as Lena breathed her name, the word somehow a promise of something that I couldn’t help but want. The dark-haired young woman turned slightly, as if to focus on Lena’s face.

“Yes?” Danielle’s voice sounded faraway, almost but not quite monotone.

“You’re very relaxed right now, aren’t you?” I could swear there was a hint of something in the blonde’s voice. A lilting touch of… no, it couldn’t be envy.

Danielle’s head dipped fractionally in a nod. “Yes.”

“And you know that you have to do anything I say. That you want to do anything I say. Isn’t that right?”

The barest twitch of a smile on the brunette’s full lips. “Mmm… Yes.” Her cheeks were definitely flushed, and for the first time she shifted slightly on the couch.

“Very good,” Lena nodded, staring into the other woman’s eyes. Her voice was gentle and soothing, seductive. “And right now, you want to answer all of my questions honestly. Without thinking.”

I wasn’t sure what my student was doing, but I wasn’t going to stop her. Watching one beautiful woman talk another through her trance was something I hadn’t known I’d wanted to see until it happened, but I felt the blood pumping south into my rock hard length and I didn’t want it to end.

“Yes…” Danielle agreed. “Without thinking…”

Lena paused, gathering her thoughts. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No…” No hesitation.

“Anyone waiting for you at home?”

“No…” A slight edge of sadness that tinged her murmured voice.

Lena paused again, then glanced over at me. Her eyes were lazy, her expression relaxed, and I wondered whether she had completely shrugged off the influence of the LucidSpecs. She was still looking at me when she whispered, “Mitch is very handsome, isn’t he?”

Danielle followed her eyes, and she seemed to look at me for the first time. Her lips parted slightly in a gentle sigh. “Yes…”

“You want him...?” It was more of a statement than a question. I could see Lena’s cheeks were flushed, and the robe shifted as she pressed her legs together.

“Wait…” I stumbled over my words, feeling the urge to protest. “This isn’t what we talked about.”

“I… What…?” The brunette’s teeth played with her bottom lip, and the word interrupted my train of thought. She frowned slightly. “I…”

“Shhh…” Lena rubbed her shoulder gently, soothingly, and the darker-haired woman relaxed. “Ignore that question…”

“Mmm.” Danielle’s eyelids fluttered, like Lena’s touch was sending her even deeper. The lines of confusion on her face smoothed.

Lena pouted over at me, like she was more irritated by my resistance than Danielle’s. “Like we agreed,” she said. “We need to be sure this is going to work. We need to make her do something that she would normally never consider.” Her voice was level, never changing or raising enough to startle the woman sitting beside her.

I swallowed. Can I really…? Isn’t it… wrong? Blood pounded in my temples, making it hard to think. I adjusted the LucidSpecs, my hands needing something to do.

“Come here, Mitch.” I wasn’t entranced, but I like my body was moving of its own accord as I walked slowly over to the couch. “Let me try on those glasses.”

I frowned. “Are you sure?”

Lena nodded. “They’ll help. And if I’m going to do this to Harrison,” she shuddered slightly as she said his name, then forged ahead. “I’m going to need to pull out all the stops.”

She made good sense. I fiddled with the frame for a moment, then passed them over to her. I watched as she perched them on her face, blinking as her eyes did their best to adjust to my prescription. People look different wearing glasses. On Lena, it was a good look. In a second, she’d gone from Victoria’s Secret Angel to sexy young librarian.

“Danielle…” The blonde’s tone was gently wheedling and her hand reached gently out. With her fingertips, she turned the brunette’s face toward her, and the saleswoman pulled in a soft, swift breath when they made eye contact. Their eyes were inches apart, and I could see any residual tension drain from Danielle’s body.

“Yes?” The question was barely a whisper.

“You’re mine.”

The words struck me in the chest, and I felt myself stiffen.

“Yours…?” The murmured question.

“Mine.”

“Yes…”

Was Lena doing to Danielle what I’d done to Lena?

“Very good…” Lena’s lips curved gently up. “Your mind belongs to me…”

“Yes…”

Fire pumped like blood through my body. I felt like a voyeur, like I was watching something almost pornographic. I couldn’t worry about what Lena was planning.

“Your body belongs to me…”

“Yes…”

My hands were on my thighs, fingers pressed into my legs as I resisted the urge to free my aching hard-on.

“Your will belongs to me…”

“Yes…”

A slight pause, and I felt the tension between them like a physical force. It was drawing me in, too.

“Kiss me…”

“Yes…”

Danielle leaned forward and I saw Lena’s eyes drift closed as she moved closer to meet her. I remembered the night before, when Lena had been stunned at the idea of doing anything with another woman. There was no resistance, now.

Just desire.

The two women kissed, and I felt my body jolt with heat.

Lena’s fingers were pulling Danielle closer, sliding up into her dark hair. The young saleswoman moaned gently, and her hand rose to brush up the sleeve of the blonde’s robe. Their lips were pressed together. First lightly and then harder, hungry.

My body thrummed with desire, watching, and my length was straining against my zipper. By the time I realized I was undoing my pants and shoving them down my legs, it was too late to stop myself. But if I’d worried, for the briefest flash of time, if I would distract my companions, then I was in no trouble.

My student leaned forward, pushing Danielle back into the couch. She turned, throwing one leg over the other woman’s lap and straddling her hips, hands sliding down and pinning her shoulders to the cushions.

“Ahh…” She was gasping when she pulled away from the kiss, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and half-turning to shoot me a look. The LucidSpecs seemed to magnify her green eyes, and her lips were parted when she showed me a flash of a grin. The lenses trailed down to my straining erection and back up. “Ready?” she asked.

I nodded, not sure I could trust myself to speak. The heat rushing through me had overwhelmed my qualms, burned through my morals. I guess, when we went to my limit, I wasn’t as good a man as I thought I’d wanted to be. And it was hard to care when Lena turned back, leaning over the obviously aroused brunette and murmured in her ear. Her stage whisper was loud enough for me to hear. “You want him, don’t you…?”

Danielle’s eyelids, blissfully lowered, fluttered up. Her eyes, glazed with trance, drifted past Lena and slowly slid down my body. They stopped, and I knew where she was staring.

I gave her a look now, too, blatantly admiring her. Her breasts were rising and falling beneath the simple, businesslike blouse, round and full. She didn’t have the same curvy, big-breasted appeal of Natalie, but Danielle’s cleavage drew my eyes. I could see her nipples, hard against the flimsy cloth. I admired her businesslike pants and imagined tearing them down her legs, finding her panties sopping wet beneath. I would spread her thighs wide, line myself up with her hot, wanton entrance and—

“Yesss…”

Her voice interrupted my reverie and my gaze snapped back up to her face. Her glazed eyes were hot, her mouth playing with the word and making it more than just an affirmation. It was a promise, too. One that I knew I wanted to take her up on.

But, this time, Lena was the one in control. She swung off the couch and stood, staring down at the other woman. Between the two, my student was probably the younger, but she channeled the haughtiness she’d had ever since I’d known her and radiated an aura of obvious control. “If you want him, slut, then you’re going to have to earn it.”

Her harsh language struck me. But, before I could wonder if I wanted to protest, my cock jumped and I felt the tight, twisting glee in my stomach. I liked it when Lena talked dirty. My hands hooked under the hem of my polo and it was over my head, falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. Already forgotten.

With an imperious wave of her hand, Lena gestured to the brunette’s outfit. “Clothes,” she ordered. “Off.”

No hesitation now as Danielle straightened, fingers moving quick and mechanical to the buttons down the front of her blouse.

“Do it slowly…” Lena’s voice had turned into a sensual purr, now, and she threw a look over her shoulder at me. Those green gems caressed my bare torso, heated up at the sight of my swaying rod. I saw her shoulders rise and fall in a quick, involuntary gasp of desire. My fingers wrapped around my girth, stroking slowly as Danielle’s eyes turned back to the other woman. “Show him that hot little body like you want him to enjoy it. Like this…”

My breath caught as Lena’s hips swayed and she gently slipped her fingers under the lapels of her robe, demonstrating. Even with her back turned, the blonde was a riveting image. First a flash of bare shoulder, then the other, and then they were gone again beneath a teasing cover of fluffy white.

Danielle stood, slowly, her blouse undone down the front and baring a line of smooth skin. She saw me looking, and her lips twitched. “Do you like that, Mitch…?” she murmured. Her voice was low and smooth and heated. Her fingers played with the edges of the cloth, promising to pull it away.

“Master,” Lena corrected. The robe slipped away down her back and she caught it at her waist. I could see the expanse of skin down her back, an empty space that I wanted to kiss as I bent her over the couch and slid to the hilt inside her tight, lithe body. “He likes it when you call him, Master…”

“Ohmygod…” I groaned.

Danielle’s dark brown eyes were hot as they stared up into mine. Her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue slowly circling around and around.

“That’s right,” Lena coaxed. Her gaze moved from Danielle’s face up to mine, then back down. She leaned forward and kissed my shaft softly, reverently. My student was kneeling beside the dark-haired young woman, her slim figure gently lit by the early evening sunlight. “Suck his cock like a good little slut…”

I was so turned on I couldn’t think, my pulsing, throbbing manhood the only place in my body that seemed to have any feeling. I was barely holding myself back, letting Lena take control, letting her practice for tonight, but the struggle was becoming more and more difficult.

“You love letting go of all control.” The blonde had long since stopped asking for affirmation from the entranced young woman. Danielle’s mind was open and willing, ready to accept whatever suggestions Lena gave her. “You love obeying…” My student kissed down my length as she spoke. “A mindless plaything who feels pleasure with every…” Then the corner of Danielle’s mouth. “Little…” Then a seductive whisper in her ear. “Order…”

“Mmhmm…”

I felt the vibrations of the other woman’s agreement, her eyes rolling back as she shook with pleasure. I swear Danielle was getting off on this, my thick shaft in her mouth the only bliss she could ever ask for. Fuck… My head fell back and I let myself stop thinking about anything other than my own ecstasy.

The soft, wet heat of her mouth. The willing indulgence of letting two gorgeous women share my cock between them, kissing me and each other with equal enthusiasm.

“Oh gawd Master…”

Wait… What? It was Lena’s voice, my eyes flickered open. I looked down and the girl’s green eyes flashed up into mine behind those glasses. I wondered if she’d slipped back into the trance, or if this was just… what I did to her. You’re mine. The words resonated in my mind, and for once I didn’t feel an associated twinge of guilt. Just lust. And power.

“You love obeying…” The words fell from my own lips now, naturally. I couldn’t hold back.

The blonde’s lashes fluttered as she moaned, one hand diving between her legs to play with her clit.

“A mindless little plaything who feels pleasure with every…” I bent, pulling back so my cock slid from Danielle’s mouth with a quiet pop. “Little…” My hands slid under Lena’s arms and she whimpered with arousal. “Order…”

“Yes, Professor…” Lena’s voice was a gasp as I pushed her down across the couch, the bare skin of her hip soft under my palm. “Please…” She was begging me, her eyes hot and glazed as I lined myself up with her needy entrance.

I didn’t answer, just slid inside her with a grunt, my jaw tightening as I felt her inner muscles clamp down around me. Ohmygod…

“Yesss…” Her voice was half a groan. “Thank you, Master…”

I thrust again, my hips slapping into her round, bouncy ass. Her legs were long and slender, my hands roaming over them like I wanted to touch every inch of her smooth skin.

Again, my rod sinking deep into her core.

I looked down, saw Danielle’s glazed eyes watching from her position on her knees. She seemed aware of what was going on, but too obedient to do anything without explicit instructions. I grinned. “Get up here on the couch.” The words felt like they were coming from a different part of me. The part that had always wanted this. The part that stepped to the fore when the worried, anxious, rules-governed professor got too overwhelmed. I slammed inside of Lena and she moaned, but I spoke to the other young woman. “Give Lena something to do with that pretty mouth of hers.”

Danielle’s lips turned up in a slow smile. “Yes, Master,” she murmured.

Onto the couch, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulders. Lena’s hands were planted in the cushions, but my student shifted as the brunette maneuvered beneath her. She glanced back at me, LucidSpecs flashing. Her mouth was a cute little smile, egging me on.

“What do you want me to—”

“I want you to go down on her,” I ordered, interrupting. “I want you to taste her pussy while I fuck you, and I want you to stare up into her eyes with those glasses and hypnotize her. Deeper and deeper…” I powered inside of her. “Just like I’m going deeper and deeper…”

“Ohfuckyesss…”

I knew Lena had wanted the order, just as much as I wanted to give it. Her body rippled with pleasure as she bent her head, her hands going to Danielle’s spread thighs and her tongue slipping between sculpted pink lips.

“Good girl…” I murmured. I thrust again. My cock was sheathed in heat, Lena’s inner muscles massaging me like a dozen skilled hands.

“Ohmygawd…” It was Danielle’s voice, now. Her eyes were wide as she stared down into the blonde’s face, into the glasses as they entranced her. I wondered how it felt, to just relax as pleasure swept through your mind, wiping it clean and replacing all your thoughts with the singular urge to obey.

I pistoned forward. Over and over. And over. I heard Lena’s moans as I bottomed out in her pussy and she transferred the enthusiasm into her tongue on Danielle’s clit. The dark-haired woman never looked away from Lena’s face, but her eyes grew wider and wider and her gasps became more and more desperate. A strange, disconnected part of me wanted to count every stroke, to hang on every perfect, blissful instant. But I didn’t. It was like an infinity of time in every second, our three bodies coming together into one form.

When Lena came her body rippled and arched, her core tightening around me like she was begging me to climax with her. Her head rose from between Danielle’s legs and her breath caught and then raced ahead in a long, low moan. I could feel her tense and release, her nerves shooting lightning pleasure through her muscles.

Danielle’s tits rose and fell as she gasped, and I knew that the second woman was right on the edge. I pulled back, my length sliding free from Lena’s tight, exhausted body.

“Mmm…” The blonde wobbled, knees weak as she lifted her head and turned. Her body was humming with pleasure, the only sound she could make a satisfied purr.

I caught her gently by the elbow, my strong arms circling her slender figure. With a swift motion, I slipped the LucidSpecs from her face and tucked them onto my own. Then, I turned and stared into Danielle’s wide, wanton eyes. I could tell she wanted more. And I promised it to her with a single, quiet word. The order slid into her beautiful, malleable mind.

“Bedroom.”

The young woman rose gracefully, her body supple in the early evening light.

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you ready for tonight?” I asked. My breath was a ragged gasp, but I knew I had to ask before I fell into a slumped, satisfied stupor. On either side of me, sprawled across the mattress, the worn out body of an elegant young woman, one dark-haired and the other blonde.

I think it was safe to say that Lena and I had tested the boundaries of Danielle’s obedience.

“Mmm…” Lena grinned and nuzzled closer, snuggling under my arm. Her lips curved into a smile against my skin and she kissed my chest gently. “Harrison St. John won’t know what hit him.”