The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Ohfuckyeah…”

Pleasure tingled up my spine and down the backs of my legs, making me curl my toes and flex my shoulders into the mattress beneath me. My cock — wrapped between soft, beestung lips and lavished by a skilled tongue — was hard as a flagpole and throbbing with pent-up desire. My balls ached for release, and my muscles tensed in preparation.

Between my spread thighs, the blonde head bobbed up and down, up and down. There was no stopping her steady rhythm, as smooth and even as clockwork.

“That’s so good, babe…” I groaned. One of my hands released its grip on the sheets and trailed down, tangling in the flowing mane of golden locks. I fucking love mind control, I decided.

Pop.

The soft, wet sound of Amber’s mouth slipping off the end of my rod as her eyes sought mine.

“Do you love me?” she asked, sky blue eyes blazing up at me devotedly. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, slowly pumping up and down, purring and nuzzling up into my hand.

I hesitated, still stroking gently through her long, crimson hair.

Her expression shifted, growing sad. “But Chance…” Daisy murmured. “What did I do to deserve this?”

I… I wanted to explain to her, to explain that she’d been lying to me about her work and I didn’t understand.

Bwah!

I blinked, shaking my head. The noise was loud, and stabbed into my mind like it was coming from right beside my head. Daisy stared up at me, emerald orbs wide and deep and pleading.

Wait… What had Daisy been lying about, again?

Bwah! Bwah! Bwah!

My eyes shot open and I sucked in a breath. What? Where am—?... Oh.

The ceiling was familiar, but not the one I’d expected. Beside me, Carmen rustled and then rolled over, snuggling against my chest. She tugged the covers higher sleepily, trying to ignore the blaring alarm on the bedside table.

Trying not to move too abruptly, I stretched out across her slender body and reached for the phone. My fingers scrabbled, but I couldn’t quite pick it up. “Be quiet,” I grunted, blindly stabbing at the screen.

Bwah! Bw—

I must’ve gotten lucky, because one more tap and the device went blessedly silent. I flopped back with a groan, staring up at the ceiling. Carmen’s ceiling, in the twins’ apartment.

“Mmm…” Carmen murmured. “Thanks, babe…” She kissed my chest, a small hand stroking up my side. Then she wrapped her arm around my torso in a sleepy hug. Her body was bare except for a pair of gray and pink sleeping shorts, and her skin was hot against mine.

“’Course, cutie,” I answered softly, kissing the top of her head.

Above us, early morning sunlight streamed in through the window that, not long ago, had allowed Carmen to overhear my fateful conversation with Mike Lassiter. I could tell that it was probably only 6:30 or so, and I knew that if I gave myself permission I could slip back into dreamland. Despite the intensity of my sleeping visions, however, I had no desire to dream again. I had no desire to think about Amber or Daisy or Victoria.

Instead, I wriggled down until I was face to face with the semiconscious teen and gently kissed her forehead. “Time to rise and shine,” I murmured. “Up and at ’em for a Monday morning run before work.”

She sighed, long and slow, then her lashes fluttered and green eyes blinked open. “Okay, Chance,” she said. She kissed me, then slowly stretched herself awake.

We had been up late the past few nights, eating takeout and gaming into the wee hours of the morning. It wasn’t a normal schedule by any means, especially since I’d gotten so used to an early-bird routine, but I knew that Carmen and I were trying desperately to distract ourselves from what had happened on Thursday.

As we walked through the Starside lobby, a silent space stretched between us. It was a shared guilt that kept us together and pushed us apart; the knowledge that we had done something very wrong to people that mattered to us, and also the knowledge that neither of us was ready to admit it.

We’d been living at Starside since Thanksgiving, and hadn’t gone back to my apartment for clothes, toiletries or reconciliation. Rather than return, Carmen had taken me to a small outlet mall nearby. I’d looked on while she selected pajamas and a couple of workout essentials. I had alternated between those two types of outfits all weekend.

We jogged in silence, taking the same route as yesterday: down toward the river and then along a winding path, through carefully-spaced trees and beside a grassy park. We passed few people, mostly other joggers, but despite our freedom and solitude we were mostly silent.

Even when we returned, I didn’t mention my dream.

We made coffee and quiet conversation, passing the time idly with Carmen on one side of the kitchen island and me on the other. Neither of us glanced at the microwave clock, which slowly counted up the minutes until the hour when the teenager would have to say goodbye and head to her first shoot of the day. Eventually, though, I couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked. I set my mug down carefully, watching the girl with worried eyes. “You know what I need you to do?”

Carmen sipped her coffee and nodded silently, glancing up at me over the rim. Her green eyes were alert, but without their usual sparkling mischief.

“Thank you,” I said heavily. Then, I added, “Really. I don’t see how I can go back until I’ve figured out what Amber is really up to. I can’t stand to be around her anymore, her lying right to my face and me having to pretend that everything is alright when it isn’t.”

The young redhead nodded.

She knows what that’s like, I realized. After all, that’s what Daisy has been doing to her. To you, for that matter. Somehow, though, I couldn’t be mad at Carmen’s twin. Sure, I was upset with her for hiding things from us. But with so much mental RAM devoted to stress over the Amber situation, I couldn’t split my mind into fractions of discontent.

I looked across the island at the beautiful 18-year-old and suddenly recognized that her silence and preoccupation for what they really were. She’s scared stiff, I thought, and with the thought came the urge to comfort her. The feeling welled up abruptly, a mingled warmth and affection and protective instinct that made me want to come around to her and wrap her in my arms and keep her here. I did, and she didn’t say a word as she leaned in against my chest.

“I love you, Carmen,” I murmured into her hair.

She answered into my shirt, but I knew she was echoing the sentiment.

“And thank you,” I added. “For helping me get to the bottom of this. I really just want to go back to how things were, but we can’t do that until we have some answers.”

“I understand.” The girl nodded as she pulled back, looking up into my face with mingled worry and hope. “I feel the same.”

A moment of silence as I looked down into her eyes and hoped that I could fix things. For both of us.

Carmen sighed and glanced away. “I’d better get going if I want to get there ahead of them.”

They’re here.

Carmen’s text buzzed into my phone, and I glanced down to read it before taking a deep breath and settling the device back down in the cupholder. I closed my fingers around the wheel and then released them, one by one.

“Not yet,” I told myself. “Don’t jump the gun.”

Several minutes later, another buzz.

Alright, she’s on her way out.

I typed back a quick, Thanks babe, before I turned the key over and eased away from the curb.

I hadn’t been able to simply park in the TRANCE parking structure. The women would recognize my car, and that would make my current task impossible. Instead, I’d needed my teenaged lover to loiter inconspicuously in the lobby, waiting for the others to arrive. She’d notified me when Daisy, Amber and Victoria had shown up for work, and then sent me another message when Amber left the building.

It was as I’d suspected. Lassiter had told me that Amber wasn’t doing any shoots, but she still went to work every day like nothing had changed. She was fooling Daisy and Victoria, too, which meant that if she went somewhere during the day she still got back to the studio in time to leave work alongside them.

My girlfriend was up to something, and I was going to find out what it was.

I came around the corner and nearly swallowed my tongue as Amber’s car pulled out of the parking structure in front of me. Luckily, there were two or three vehicles in between us and I had to trust that the buffer would keep my presence hidden.

“Keep it together, man,” I ordered myself, and tried to relax my grip on the steering wheel as we drove onward.

Lassiter called me as I followed the blonde pornstar towards downtown, and I picked up after a flicked glance down at the screen. He and I hadn’t spoken since Thursday.

“Hey, Mike,” I answered into the speakerphone. I felt a wave of guilt hit me, but battled it down. No time for that, I told myself. “What’s up?”

A pause, like Lassiter was considering saying something else before he answered, “Good morning, Sir.”

“Good morning,” I said automatically, then repeated, “What’s up?” I didn’t have time for this right now.

Amber took a turn off the highway and I slowed. I had to not be obvious about this, and I was suddenly wishing I hadn’t driven my own car. Nothing to do but go for it, I thought, and followed, keeping several vehicles between us.

Another pause, and then the executive said, “Sir, I feel like I really should apologize—”

“No time for that, Mike,” I interrupted.

Amber turned off of the main avenue and down a side street. I was certain that I hadn’t visited this neighborhood before. The buildings were nice, modern, some of them reminding me of Starside. There was a lot of glass and steel, big sheets of the stuff.

“Alright, Sir,” the businessman said. “Down to brass tacks, then. In my research over the weekend I believed I found some leads.”

As the man spoke, I kept my eyes on the car up ahead. I slowed way down, keeping the maximum possible distance between us. There were fewer people on this street, which meant that I only had an old, yellow Bug between me and Amber.

“I needed to be sure, though,” the man continued, “and so I waited to mention anything until I had the chance to log on to my office computer this morning.”

I realized I was nodding along, even though Lassiter couldn’t see me. If I were being honest with myself, I’d actually managed to forget in the past few days that I had my very own corporate espionage agent digging up dirt on my pornstar girlfriend and the people she was involved with. “Keep going,” I said, watching Amber carefully as she pulled to up to the curb and parked at a T-junction. Across the street in front of her was a tall building with broad steps and a pair of double doors.

Without slowing, I drove past Amber’s parked car, took the corner, and then headed quickly around the block so I could come up behind her again.

“Well, the conclusion is clear that Landon Shrike started up the Platinum Services branch of TRANCE for the express purpose of handling those large incoming and outgoing payments made by or to the various front organizations I already mentioned. I originally had suspicions, as I believe I told you, that these payments might have been a way for stars to leave the business for good. I had this idea because every time a request has come through for a specific actress to be replaced, there’s been a corresponding incoming payment just as the actress leaves TRANCE for good.”

“Sure,” I agreed, not really listening. I had pulled around and was once again facing the pale, modern building up the street. It had the whitewashed coloring of a hospital, or a library. Amber was prancing up the front steps as I came to a stop, her heels and yellow minidress making her figure shimmy enticingly, even from fifty yards away.

Heat curled in the pit of my stomach. Damn I missed my girlfriend.

“However,” Lassiter went on, “what sinks that idea is the fact that sometimes big payments go out just as actresses arrive. And that doesn’t make sense, because why would they be paid up front just to join the industry?”

“Yeah,” I said, only half-listening. My eyes were glued to the curvy blonde as she arrived at the top of the stairs and knocked briskly at the door. I had parked down the street in the shadow of a sidewalk sapling, and I muted my voice on the phone as I hastily rifled through the glove compartment. “Shit!” I swore quietly, wishing I’d thought ahead and brought binoculars to keep an eye on Amber from a distance.

I thought about cop shows I’d watched, and frowned. You idiot, they always have binoculars or something. Then I stopped. Cops didn’t always use binoculars. Sometimes they used… With budding hope, I glanced over into the passenger side floorspace.

“So, I thought to myself, ‘If I can trace the money back to its origins, maybe I can figure out what TRANCE stands to gain by investing in Platinum-tier pornstars.’” Lassiter’s voice was thoughtful.

Thank god teenagers don’t clean up after themselves, I thought, reaching down and pulling Carmen’s camera up into my lap. I tapped my phone screen to end Mute and said, “So, who benefits? Who does TRANCE pay in order to ‘buy’ adult film stars? And what does this have to do with Amber?”

“Right, Sir. I’m getting to that.” By now, Lassiter could tell that I was harried, and he spoke more quickly. “Just when Amber arrived, there was a payment made out to a very strange party. An academic institution right here in the City.”

I frowned, twisting the camera around in my hands and fiddling with buttons to try and turn the damn thing on. “An academic institution? You mean, like a school?”

There we go! The screen lit up, glowing to life.

“Exactly,” the man answered. “Apparently, a private finishing school for daughters of society’s elite families.”

“That doesn’t…” I turned the camera lens, trying to focus on the building in front of me. “I don’t understand. Amber never mentioned attending school in the City.”

Not that she’s ever mentioned anything about her past, DC muttered, poofing into existence just to drive home the barb of my girlfriend’s secrecy.

Fuck off, I thought, figuring out the setting and bringing the front doors into sharper focus.

“I wasn’t able to find out much,” Mike continued, “but I was able to dig through several layers of secrecy to uncover the name of the place. I suspect that it may be a front for a much more sinister operation than its appearance suggests.”

“What kind of finishing school trains its graduates to be pornstars?” I asked, half to myself. I zoomed in on the bright brass plaque beside the door, and felt an abrupt prickle of unease sweep down my spine.

“I couldn’t say, Sir,” Lassiter concluded. “Apparently, a finishing school called—”

I frowned, and read aloud. “The Brighton Barnsworth Academy.”

I was driving again, but I didn’t know where. I was on the highway. Then, an offramp. The skyscrapers rose on both sides.

I hadn’t lasted long on my stakeout. My patience and spirits had worn away with equal speed, and when Amber hadn’t returned for over an hour I had given up for the day. I already had enough new information to tussle with, in any event.

“What is that place to her?” I wondered aloud, not for the first time. “Why is she hiding the fact that every day, instead of going to work, she visits a finishing school?” My imagination tried to come up with an answer, but its limitations were all too plain. Most of the ideas were farfetched and ludicrous, with the remainder seeming pretty much impossible from what I knew of the woman.

The woman… I thought dully. In just a few weeks, Amber had gone from my closest confidante to a generically-labeled specimen under my scrutiny. I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

When I pulled to a stop in front of the Black Dragon Dojo I glanced around with surprise. I hadn’t been intending to come here, but when I checked my phone it was only half an hour before my usual arrival time. I guessed that several weeks of habit must have put me in autopilot to the destination of my daily workout with Terra.

The parking lot was a narrow strip of asphalt with faded white lines. It was empty but for a sleek black BMW. The car was also parked in front of Terra’s studio, and as I watched the front door someone exited.

It was a man, probably in his mid-thirties, with sandy hair and a physique that made me guess he’d been training here for years. Despite his impressive body, his face was pale and he swayed as he stepped off the curb. He braced himself with his palm on the hood of his car, and I saw a chunky, chrome-colored watch on his wrist. He was wearing dark blue suit, and looked to me like my imagined image of a successful young lawyer.

Must’ve been a hard workout today, I thought sympathetically. I wonder if Terra’s in a good mood.

The man glanced around as he backed out of the parking space, and for a moment our gazes met. I recognized the expression in his eyes: the glazed exhaustion but floating warmth of satisfaction that accompany a successful training session. Then, he was driving away and I was left staring at the glass double doors of Terra’s dojo.

Now that I was here, though, I didn’t know what to do. I was still wearing my running gear from earlier, so technically I could go in and offer myself to Terra for training. But was that really the smartest move?

For obvious reasons, I’d skipped my session last Friday. I couldn’t justify leaving Carmen all alone, especially in the wake of the familial implosion. We’d spent the day together instead, getting a start on our long weekend of gaming and eating takeout. I had wondered, that first night, if I should talk to her about what happened, to figure out why she’d said and done what she had. To figure out if she actually believed it. But, before I could work up the courage, I realized the sad truth.

Carmen was the only one I had left, and she had trusted me. She’d trusted me to pick her up and take her home, without complaint, when I’d left Thanksgiving in her wake. She’d trusted me to stay with her, no questions asked, while she broke down and cried quietly against my shoulder. Harmless or not, Daisy had been lying to me just as frequently as Amber had. And that was a breach of trust and affection that I couldn’t just pardon offhand. If nothing else, Carmen had never lied to me. So I decided that if Carmen had something she wanted to tell me, she would. I left it at that.

However, none of my perfectly valid reasons to skip Friday’s workout handled the ball of nerves that sparked to life in my stomach like an electric coil when I contemplated facing Terra’s wrath. She’d already made herself clear on the subject of missed classes, and legs and arms and lungs were already burning with anticipated effort.

She doesn’t know you’re here, I told myself. You could just leave now if you want to. Nothing’s forcing you to go inside.

I vacillated for another few moments, even though I already knew what I was going to do. Once I’d parked, I really hadn’t had any other option. Carmen had gone to work, had been forced to face the prospect of running into her sister or one of her estranged lovers. But she’d done it, done it in order to give me a chance to shadow my own girlfriend like a private investigator seeking evidence of infidelity. Appreciating this fact made me realize that, despite her age and rampant emotions, there was a strength in the young redhead that I should admire. The truth was, I shouldn’t just admire it. I should learn from it.

I was here. Now, I’d face the consequences of disappointing and disrespecting my teacher.

I took a breath. Then, I stepped out of my car.

Terra’s eyes were narrowed and her lips were set in a hard line that sent a strange tickle of fear down between my shoulders. It looked like she was struggling exceptionally hard not to bare her teeth.

“I did not expect you to be back.” The woman’s accent was stronger than usual, her voice even more exotic and throaty. There was a light in her eyes that could have been disapproval or anger or disdain. She leaned against the wall with crossed arms, black training gear clinging to her lithe, warrior’s physique. In places, the dark, synthetic cloth was wet through with moisture.

Considering the fact that Terra barely broke a sweat during her training sessions with me, I assumed I was correct about the killer workout she’d just given to the man outside. I blinked in surprise, though, at her words. Part of the surprise, I think, was at myself. Her words rankled me, pricking at my budding self-respect. “What do you mean?”

She fixed me with her dark, piercing gaze and something deep inside of me, an animal instinct, told me that I should run.

“Ma’am,” I added.

The pressure of her stare eased, ever so slightly. “You knew that I would not be pleased with you,” her voice was matter of fact. “You knew that I would punish you for your insolence, that your disobedience would be met with discipline. And yet still you return. I wish to know how.” By the end of the explanation her tone, to my surprise, was more curious than anything. Like I was an odd sort of experiment, and was behaving in a manner she hadn’t anticipated.

“I…” I hesitated. Why did I come back? The question filtered through my mind as I tried various answers on for size. Part of it was Carmen’s example, for sure. But there was more to it, something that came from inside of me with no reliance on any outward source.

Did I expect her to be lenient if I told her what happened? No, if I knew anything about this woman it was that she was hard and immovable as stone. Did I think that she would give in to a sincere apology? Definitely not. Am I just stupid? No, that wasn’t it either.

I answered slowly, and as I did I wondered why the words felt so natural. “Because I am a sword to be forged,” I said. “And you are the smith who will forge me. You are the hammer and the fire, and I need the fire. I need the hammer, as well, to strike out any imperfections.” Now I was the one talking like I was from an old-timey fantasy novel, but somehow there was no other way to answer her question. I was falling into the dark pools of her eyes and I was losing myself. “You asked me if a sword is the friend of the smith who forges it. No. I don’t think we have a word for that connection. Each one creates and shapes the other. Each one needs the other. A smith without a project is just a person with a hammer. A blade without a smith is just a lump of metal. So the question isn’t why I came back, but how I could have stayed away. Because I’m not content to be a lump of metal, and I don’t think you’re content to leave me that way.”

Terra, for the first time since I’d walked back into her dojo and explained why I needed her to be my teacher, seemed stunned. I think I was only able to notice because of the many long hours I’d spent alone with the woman, but her hesitation — for just a fraction of an instant — told me that my answer had been more eloquent than maybe I knew.

The woman scowled, then, and my flicker of instinctive unease returned. For the second time, I got the sense that she was struggling not to snarl at me. But, instead, all Terra did was jerk her head in a nod. Her dark ponytail swished as she turned on her heel, walked to the center of the sea of blue mats, and sat down cross-legged. She gestured to the floor in front of her.

“Come,” she said. “You have shown bravery in returning. I will be honest in saying I did not expect it of you. Now, tell me what has happened that kept you away. Then, I will decide if I will allow you to stay.”

I followed, slowly. She wants to know why I wasn’t here? I wondered. Does she want me to provide a philosophical answer for this one, too? Or does she actually want the details of my personal life, to see if they’re worthy? Can I just go around sharing things like that with people?

I lowered myself to the mat, looking away. As I did, I saw the heavy punching bag in the corner and remembered the first time I’d seen Terra here in her studio. She had moved like a striking snake, fast and powerful. Her body was fluid, but totally controlled.

I wanted to learn that. To be that fast, that dangerous. So that I would be able to stand up for myself, and so that I would never have to run from a fight again. Somehow, I knew that this would help me face other battles as well. Battles like the one on Thursday — an emotional battle, one I’d lost.

I hesitated a second longer, then met her eyes.

They were deep wells of darkness. “Tell me,” Terra murmured, leaning forward ever so slightly.

I nodded. “Alright,” I agreed.

There was a text from Carmen waiting for me when I got home and my brain cleared enough to read it. I leaned back against the kitchen island with a cold can of Coke pressed to my forehead.

Going to be staying late. Max was still pissy at me for skipping a couple shoots a bit ago, so he rescheduled all of them for today. Sorry, baby. Love you!

No worries, I sent back. Have fun! Then the phone clattered back down onto the counter, slipping from my clumsy, exhausted fingers.

Terra had accepted me back under her tutelage.

I’d told her everything, surprising myself with the depth of my honesty. Maybe it was the fact that I’d had too many interactions with liars, recently. Maybe I just needed someone to talk to, an impartial third party. Maybe it was her dark chocolate eyes, glowing with a charisma that I could barely resist. Whatever my unfathomable inner motivations, I held nothing back.

The woman had processed for several moments, then asked, “And you love all of them, these women?”

I hesitated. Only then did I realize that, as I shared the story, I had done nothing to conceal the fact that I was in relationships with all four women at once. I chewed my inner cheek, then sighed. “I don’t know, Ma’am,” I answered, bowing my head respectfully.

“Hmm,” Terra grunted. “But they are why you are here, are they not? They are your drive, the reason you have such determination. The reason you continue on. To learn how best to defend them, you are even willing to face me.” She grinned. Her teeth were very white. “You are a brave man, I think.”

Bzz.

It was my phone, again, interrupting me from the memory. The text tone told me it was one of the girls. Carmen must be between shoots, I thought, if she got back to me that fast.

I flipped over the screen and read the message.

We have to talk.

Wait… I checked the contact ID. The message wasn’t from Carmen. It was from Victoria. Then, before I could compose myself and come up with a reasonable response, another message followed.

I’m outside right now.

Shit. Nothing compares to the abrupt terror you feel when someone you’ve dreaded seeing tells you that they’ve arrived, unexpected, on your doorstep. My heartbeat spiked even as several knocks struck the front door, and I shook my head to clear away the fuzz of exhaustion. I steeled myself.

Come on, Chance, I told myself. Remember… This is what you’ve been training for with Terra. Challenges of all kinds, emotional as well as physical. That thought was what pushed me up off the counter and got me striding toward the front door. “Coming!” I called.

The ache that punched me in the chest was stronger than I anticipated. Victoria looked gorgeous as ever, her chestnut hair tumbling down past her shoulders and her big, bouncy breasts wrapped up like a present in a white sweater with a thick turtleneck. To my surprise, her expression was uncertain, and she shifted her weight from one heel to the other before glancing up and meeting my eyes.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked quietly. I was acutely aware of my own sweat-stained tee and stretchy athletic shorts, which must have looked comical next to her stylishly-crafted ensemble.

Victoria took a step forward through the doorway and I took a matching step back. Her expression tightened a little, and she glanced away again. “We have to talk,” she said, not making eye contact as she sidled around me and into the kitchen.

I closed the front door and trailed after her, wincing inwardly as her scanning eyes took in the scattered takeout bags and containers that had been shoved to one side of the counter. “So you said,” I agreed, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Victoria flicked her hair back over her shoulder, turning to face me. “How have you been?” she asked, and her voice was softer than I’d expected.

I swallowed. I sat down on a barstool opposite her, across the island, and leaned forward on my forearms. My hands clasped together and I squeezed. “I’m good, yeah...” I wondered if Vi would ask me about Carmen.

She didn’t.

“How about you?” I asked, after a second’s pause. “And… the others.”

The brunette nodded. On instinct, she gathered up several dirty dishes from breakfast and moved them into the sink. “Daisy hasn’t been any better. She’s hurt. Hurt badly. By what her sister said, and by the fact that you didn’t do anything to stop her. She doesn’t understand why you invited Mike to our family event, and she doesn’t know why you chose Carmen over her. And Amber…” Victoria trailed off, then her jaw tightened. Her dark eyes grew determined. “You’ve been treating her really badly these past few weeks.”

I blinked. “What?” My stomach clenched and twisted and dropped, all at the same time. My mind reeled. I knew I’d been keeping my distance, but had I really been treating her badly?

“I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but she’s always been your number one. She was, at least. Something happened between you, though, and I didn’t know what it was so I didn’t want to get involved. Then, I find out on Thursday that she’s as confused as the rest of us about why you’ve been acting the way you have.”

I frowned. Have I been that obvious about distrusting her?

“Then,” Victoria continued, “Carmen blurts out that you two have said I love you, and from Amber’s reaction I could tell that she and you haven’t done the same. On top of that, you’ve been doting on Carmen, spending more and more time with her ever since the other weekend, when we went out dancing. She took an emotional blow, and I know you were just trying to take care of her, but…” Victoria worked her mouth, like there as a sour taste on her tongue. As if she’d been holding all of these thoughts in for days and weeks, and she was finally letting them gush out.

“What?” I asked. My mind was reeling. It hurt to be told that I had treated Amber poorly, but I couldn’t shy away from it. I needed everything out in the open, I needed Victoria to tell me what I’d done wrong so I could see everything clearly.

“Fuck…” the woman muttered. “If I don’t say it, no one else is going to.”

“What?” I repeated.

Victoria’s dark eyes were stern. “Carmen’s been acting like an immature, entitled little brat.”

Oh shit… Devil Chance folded his arms and smirked. Someone’s about to get laid into.

“She gets moody over the littlest things, monopolizes your time when you’re really in a relationship with all four of us, and then explodes over some imagined slight and says the cruelest, most hurtful things to the young woman who she should be closer to than anybody.”

I opened my mouth, feeling some instinctive urge to defend the teenager, but Victoria’s gaze hardened.

“I’m not done,” she said.

I closed my mouth.

“Carmen is still a girl,” the woman went on. “It’s easy to forget, especially because her sister is so mature, but she doesn’t always have the experience or self-awareness to realize what she’s doing. You, though…” she trailed off, and I felt my fingers tighten around each other. “You’ve been enabling her. And that’s just as harmful.”

Victoria was looking at me frankly, so she could see my shocked expression as I sat back. “Me?” I demanded. “You’re saying it’s my fault that Carmen and Daisy had their little… spat?”

The brunette pursed her lips, and I couldn’t help but remember what she could do with that lovely mouth. “It may not have been intentional, but you encouraged Carmen’s behavior. Whenever she had a problem, or created one, whenever she withdrew into herself, you were there spending time with her. She was getting more affection and attention when she acted out, and even if you weren’t trying to do it you were reinforcing those habits. Like I said, you may not have been doing it on purpose. And lord knows that those girls had plenty of their own problems before you came into their lives. But you should have known better. You should have been adult enough to see what was happening.”

Her words stung. “What about Daisy?” I protested, raising my voice and spreading my hands. “She’s the one doing drugs! Does that not deserve any attention?” I said it as if that point somehow outweighed the others.

Victoria raised her eyebrows, like she knew my words were said in desperation. “We’ve talked about that,” she said. “Amber and Daisy and I. Daisy hid something from us, yes. Maybe that was wrong. But she did nothing to actively hurt any of us. Not like her sister, in any event. And not like you, harming us through your thoughtlessness and lack of awareness.”

I clenched my teeth together, feeling the pain of her accusation filtering through me like ice in my blood. “Is that all you came here to tell me?” I asked quietly.

The brunette hesitated. Her expression twitched, like it wanted to soften, but she could see the frustration in the set of my face. “You needed to be told,” she said quietly. “Someone needed to tell you what you’d done, and show you why it happened. No one else was going to do it. It had to be me…”

The prickling disquiet grew within me, an uncomfortable sensation that I recognized. It was the feeling that she was right, and that I didn’t like it one bit. “So that’s how it is…” I murmured, and I pushed myself back from the counter. I stood, and my lips were pressed together in a hard line.

“Chance…” Victoria’s voice wasn’t apologetic, but it was soft, encouraging. “I know it hurts to be told inconvenient truths. Trust me, I know. But if you’re willing to listen, you can fix things. Things can always be made better, if we take criticism with the right amount of—“

“Are you my horny little nympho slut?” I asked. My words were low and dull as, for the first time, the phrase stuck in my throat, almost unwilling to be spoken.

The brunette’s words tripped over each other, trailing off into a soft mumble. Her eyelids fluttered and she swayed, one palm going down flat on the marble countertop. Then, her lashes drifted up and the heat in her eyes dove straight down into my core.

I felt a pang of guilt, and then a more powerful surge of heat as her voice lilted out in a gentle purr.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured. The naked desire in her voice yanked the power chain of my arousal, revving the engine of desire that sat in my belly. “I’m whatever you want me to be.”

Heat filled my body, desire buzzing behind my eyes and between my legs. My cock swelled, throbbing with lust.

“Get over here,” I growled, stepping back from the kitchen island and staring at Victoria. Wild thoughts raced through my brain, but I didn’t care that, for the first time, it felt wrong to use her trigger phrase. All I knew was that this woman was gorgeous, that she had wanted to make me change, but that I was going to make her change instead. She would change from the mature, unassailable woman who had tried to tell me off into a wanton slut whose only thought was for my pleasure.

“Yes, Master…” The brunette wet her full lips, her eyes hooded as they met my own. Her fingertip traced across the marble as she sidled around the kitchen island, hips swaying and her gaze locking on the bulge in my crotch.

Yes, Master… The words reverberated in my mind. I’d missed this. The total obedience. The knowledge that blanketing her mind was a single, unstoppable command. My command.

Victoria reached me, her heels clicking quietly to a stop as she leaned back against the counter and spread her arms. Her big, perky tits strained against her sweater as she pushed out her chest, putting herself shamelessly on display. My eyes ravished her, and the woman moaned softly, shaking her hair back over her shoulders.

“What can I do for you, Master?” she asked, her tone warm and submissive. “What can your needy little fucktoy do to serve you?”

Jesus Christ I’ve missed you… I thought, my mouth going dry, and I hadn’t realized how true it was until that moment. Even just a few days apart from my girls had been difficult, but I’d been distracting myself from it. You and Carmen have both been distracting yourselves, a part of me admitted. Keeping each other blind to what you both did.

“On your knees, slut,” I ordered, shaking away the pesky thought. My manhood was straining against my shorts, begging to spring free, to feel her touch, and I could focus on that instead. “Take out my cock and beg me for the privilege of worshipping it with your mouth.”

“Mmm… Yes, Master…” Victoria took a gliding step forward, biting her bottom lip softly as her dark, heated gaze fixed itself on my crotch. Her hand was on my chest, then sliding lower as she knelt with consummate grace. She pressed her face to my thigh, breathing in my scent with a shudder of rapture as her fingers outlined the tent of my rock-hard length. “Your horny, thoughtless bimbo wants nothing more than your long, hard cock sliding between her lips…”

My mouth was dry, my head pounding with lust.

“Please, Master…” she moaned, fingers hooking around the waistband of my shorts and tugging them down around my knees. My erection swayed free, precum beading at the tip, and Victoria’s hand was immediately surrounding my girth. She stroked softly, slowly, up and down, leaning forward and kissing the shaft reverently. “Let me use my mouth, my lips, my tongue… Let me use every part of me to worship your perfect, perfect cock…”

Oh yeah… DC murmured, settling in. Show this sexy little thing who’s boss.

I wanted to command her to continue, to order her to blow me like a good little pornslave. But the words stuck in my throat. Victoria’s eyes stared up into mine, vacant and utterly subservient. She leaned closer. No mind, no will, no desire but to satisfy me in any way I could imag—

“Stop…”

The brunette froze, her lips mere centimeters from my flushed, sensitive skin. Her breath was hot on the head of my length, and when she murmured, “Yes, Master…” her lips brushed across the tip and made me gasp with a soft, uncontrollable surge of lust.

“Victoria…”

“Yes, Master?” The rich, sexy thrum of her tone twined through me and urged me to grab her by the face and thrust my cock between those perfect, pouty lips. “What is it you wish of me…?”

I swallowed. My breathing was ragged as I fought for control. “Stand up, please.”

Victoria’s low groan of disappointment stabbed straight into my core and urged me to throw aside my moral qualms. “Yes, Master…” the woman agreed, pouting. She leaned forward, gently kissing my length before she slowly rose. A spurt of precum jetted from the tip at her touch and I shuddered.

With difficulty, I pulled my shorts back up over my erection. I was still painfully hard, but at least I was covered. I stared at the woman standing before me, stared deep into her dark, smoky eyes. She wanted me, I could tell. She wanted me in the same way I wanted her, any way that I wanted her.

“Victoria.” I had to say her name again, to remind me that this… wasn’t Victoria. Not really. “So long for now.”

The soft moan, in response to her trigger phrase, the fluttering of her lashes… Those alone made me want to step forward and grab her, kiss her, thrust my cock deep inside her hot, wet tunnel and fuck her until we climaxed together in a rush of ecstasy. But I didn’t. Instead, I took another step back, watching the woman warily.

The groan was still in her throat as her eyes cleared, blinking rapidly. She wet her lips, nostrils flaring as she pulled in a quick inhalation and her gaze darted around. “Did you…” she managed. “Did you just…?”

I nodded, silently, then added, “We didn’t do anything. I couldn’t… Yeah.” My hands fell to my sides, limp and helpless. “I’m sorry.” My apology encompassed more than just my attempt to use her body without her consent. It was an effort to acknowledge what she’d said before, to show her that I knew what she meant. “I need to make things right with the others. I’m grateful you came to remind me of that. Of what I’ve missed, by not being man enough to reconcile.”

Victoria gave me a slow, careful up and down. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the straining bulge in my shorts. Then, her lips pursed thoughtfully, she said, “Thank you. I suppose you know that you could have just put me under and rewritten my mind, changed my perspective? I’m helpless in your hands. You could have had me walk out of here, go straight back to the others, and tell them how wrong they were to think poorly of you. You could have wrapped me around your little finger and made me forget I was ever angry with you…”

Her words were sparks, lighting little bonfires of arousal in my chest. Maybe it was wrong, but the idea of having that much power over her… It was undeniably one of the sexiest things I could imagine. “Yeah,” I agreed hoarsely. “I could have done that.”

The beautiful brunette considered me.

“Were you?” I asked, quietly. “Angry with me.”

Victoria paused, then nodded, slowly. “I was. I… expected more of you.”

“Are you still angry?” I asked.

The woman hesitated. Her eyes traced back down my body and my length twitched when her eyes fastened on my crotch. There was hard-edged longing in her voice. “God I’ve missed your dick.”

I think that was the best answer I could have hoped to get.

My lips were on hers before I took another breath, my hands pressed to her cheeks while her fingers raked down my back. Her bouncy tits were pressed hard to my chest, her plush sweater now like a barrier separating our bodies. One of my hands cupped a breast, squeezing and massaging, and the woman gasped into my mouth. My cock was stiff as a board between us. Her breath was hot on my lips as she pulled back, staring into my eyes.

“Say it...” Victoria urged. “Say my trigger. Put me under your spell. Turn me into your brainless bimbo fucktoy… Turn me into someone who doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to worry, doesn’t have to be responsible… Just for a couple of minutes.”

I stared into her face and saw the trust she was putting in my hands.

The pillar of arousal in my core shivered as the words left my lips. I watched as the light of thought went out behind Victoria’s eyes. Then, replacing it, a fire of lust kindled itself.

“Oh, Master…” the gorgeous brunette whispered. “Please won’t you make me your plaything?”

Victoria’s body was heaven beneath me.

The darkly-tanned curve of her bare back begged for my stroking fingers, and the firm, rounded hemispheres of her ass jiggled as my hips pounded against them with every thrust. “Yes Master! Ohmygawdyes!” she moaned, her words panted in time with my punishing rhythm. She pushed herself up from the counter, balancing on her high heels, one hand reaching back to fasten on my wrist.

My hands were on her hips, pulling her back onto my length with every deep, hard thrust. My rod was wrapped in the blissful heat of her tunnel, her drenched pussy dripping wet with need.

“Cum for me, slut,” I grunted, my order delivered in between harsh, rasping breaths. “Cum for your Master.”

“Ohfuckme!” Victoria doubled over as a climax ripped through her, her inner muscles clamping down on my pistoning prick and her nails digging into my forearm. “Ohfuck ohfuck ohfuck…” Her head dropped forward and her breath was nothing more than ragged, heaving gasps.

I buried myself to the hilt in her body, pulled free, then wrapped my arms around her waist. With a heave, I lifted the spasming brunette into the air and took several long, powerful strides across into the living room. Grunting, I dumped the woman down onto the pillows.

She stared up at me, eyes wide and glazed and wanton, hair splaying out across the dark leather. “Come here, Master…” she begged, lips wrapping around the words with lazy, lustful ease. “Fuck me again and again and again… Pound all the silly little thoughts out of my head and fill me up with that big, hard dick…”

I clambered over the arm of the sofa, knelt between her spread thighs, and slid into her core with a single, easy movement. I fell forward onto my hands, catching myself above her, and then lowered my mouth to hers. Victoria groaned into my mouth as I pounded her like a jackhammer.

“Yesmaster yesmaster yesmaster…” Her words were wanton and desperate, begging me for more with what little will she had left in her stunning, bimbo body.

I was close, too close, at the very edge of the precipice when I thrust into her body for the final time. My back arched up and my head fell back, my hands making fists as Victoria’s hands traced down my face and throat and across my chest. My manhood spasmed, my balls emptying and coating the woman’s womb in my spraying, sticky seed.

My essence drained itself inside of her, and when I could finally see straight I stared down into her blissful, shining eyes. “I missed you, Vi…” I murmured.

The beautiful brunette giggled, meeting my gaze. “Missed you, handsome,” she responded, biting her lip in a none-too-subtle suggestion. “You and this perfect, studly cock…”

I was already growing hard again as my mouth lowered to cover hers.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

It was an hour later. Or several orgasms, depending how we were counting time.

Victoria rolled over on the couch, her naked body a sight to behold in the early afternoon sunlight. “What is it, lover?” she murmured, worn-out body reclining lazily against the pillows.

I steeled myself. “I want to explain why I invited Mike Lassiter to our Thanksgiving meal,” I told her. “Because it has to do with Carmen, and with Amber…”

As I explained, Victoria pulled herself up and tucked her knees beneath her. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, and pulled a blanket around her body. By the time I was done, a furrow had appeared between her brows and her expression was a frown of concern.

“This is serious business, Chance,” she said, after a thoughtful pause. “We need to get to the bottom of it, and soon.”

“I know,” I agreed, running a hand through my tangled hair. “But I’m doing everything I can, and matters don’t seem to be any clearer. If anything, the web is getting more and more tangled.”

Victoria, for all her maturity and insight, had nothing to say to allay my worries.

Now, three of us knew about Amber’s deceit. But it seemed that, in spite of everything, I was as far as ever from uncovering the truth.