The Skarlette One

Anyone who's read my work for a while knows that I love the idea of a strong woman going undercover, needing to put on a show of submission to get what she wants, and then finding out that she's fallen farther than she ever bargained for.

This chapter was one of the first erotic stories I wrote. It eventually blossomed into my full-length erotic novel Club Absinthe. In honor of the occasion, the book is on sale at Smashwords this week only (details below).

In this chapter, the telepathic heroine Mnemonica is in her secret identity as Cheshire Chase. She has walked into Club Absinthe, the secret sex club, to rescue her friend who's been hypnotized and enslaved. Mnemonica's certain she has the upper hand, because she can read minds and she's taken an antidote to the Club's mind-control drug.

Things don't go quite the way she expects:

As Max led me away from the main part of the club, the psychic background noise of unfettered lust died down. The room we entered was decorated in a Middle Eastern theme, with cushions on the floor, and rich silks hanging from the walls. Soft sitar music played over concealed speakers. So this is the web they weave? I thought. We’ll just see who captures whom tonight. As I turned to take in the room, I began my initial scan of Max’s mind.

Max was alert and focused on me, taking in every detail of my gaze, my breathing, my body language. She’s not as into me as she should be, he thought. I’d better get her a strong “spiced” drink right away. “Would you like something to drink, Cheshire?” he asked aloud.

“Sounds great,” I smiled back. I knew the antidote I’d injected back at Libido League HQ would neutralize their drugs for months. I was safe from whatever cocktail Max concocted. Now that we were alone, I could psychically paralyze him and dig through his long-term memory to uncover everything I needed to know to disassemble this filthy brainwashing ring of his. I was just waiting for him to sit down--if I paralyzed him while he was standing up, he’d likely fall over. Being a superhero, I’d have to catch him--and the last thing I wanted to do was touch this sleazeball who had brainwashed my friend!

“Here’s to Becca,” Max said, handing me a flute of champagne. “May we both learn to enjoy life with as much relish as she does!” I forced a smile and clinked glasses with him. The champagne was of decent quality, but it had a strong bitter aftertaste--a side effect of the Absinthe Industry drugs reacting with the antidote in my system.

Max stared deeply into my eyes as I drank. His wolfish gaze ignited my anger, but a quick glance into his mind showed me he was content to stand there all night. I ought to let the bastard fall over. But that would create other problems, particularly if someone else walked in. I had chosen the undercover route, so I’d have to fake being drugged for the time being. “Why don’t we sit down and get to know each other a little better?” I suggested in my most shy-girl-trying-to-be-seductive tone.

Max guided me to a low divan covered in cushions. As I sat, he glanced lasciviously down my dress and I picked up this thought: This one’s tiny, but she's got it where it counts! The boss was just saying that we need some small chicks with hard bodies. He'll give me a bonus for sure. I gotta make sure I don’t block any of the cameras, so the boys at HQ can see what they’re getting!

Boss? Cameras? HQ? That meant Max wasn’t the head of this brainwashing ring, just a local manager. Blast! If I paralyzed him and plundered his memory like I had planned, I might recover a lead or two, but nothing more. If Absinthe Industries was really behind this, they’d never let a branch manager like Max know anything of value. Unleashing my powers on him could close down this club, but the slavery ring would be back in operation somewhere else before long.

What to do now? I could shut down Max with a glance, and free the dozen girls I’d seen in the lounge, but that wouldn’t help me bring down the true villains. If only I could get Max to take me to his boss! But how?

Maybe, if I let him--and the “boys at HQ” watching on the hidden cameras--think that he’d tamed me like the others, I could bust open this whole thing from the inside. Once I had put on a show for the “boys at HQ” I would put the thought in Max’s head that he should send me to his bosses as a present. Max could pass this Trojan horse up the food chain.

“Is something wrong?” Max asked, seeing the look of concern cross my face. Was it worth the risk to play along with whatever Max had planned for me? In a split second I knew the answer was “yes.” I was a superheroine! Of course I would risk anything for the greater good. This was the same plan I'd started with, just on a longer timetable. No plan survives contact with the enemy. The strength of a good plan is in flexibility.

I swallowed and glanced sheepishly at Max. “I just feel so strange,” I said. He was expecting the drugs to affect me any minute, so I had to start acting to meet his expectations. I forced myself to breathe a little more quickly. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

Max grinned. This is more like it, he thought. I love to see what that drink does to these girls. This hottie’s going to be a ton of fun. He took my hand and stared deeply into my eyes. “It’s all right, Cheshire. You can rest right here. There’s nothing to worry about. You can just rest and relax. Rest and relax.”

I was appalled. Becca had been taken in by the sort of blather you would expect of a third-rate stage hypnotist? Max’s expectations were clear in his mind. I was supposed to stare wide-eyed into his deep blue eyes as my features slackened and I slipped into a trance. I had to remind myself that I was supposed to be in the grip of that potent aphrodisiac Becca gave me at the apartment. It was a potent hypnotic as well, I recalled. If this ruse was going to work, I was going to have to play along, no matter what he threw my way.

It may seem strange that a superheroine was willing to put her virtue on the line so easily, but I’d long ago reconciled myself to the fact that I would need to use every weapon in my arsenal to defeat those who prey upon the weak and helpless. This would hardly be the first time my sexuality helped me get the better of a foul criminal, and I doubted it would be the last. I’d do anything to protect the world.

He droned on and on about my relaxing and how my arousal was making me sleepy. He said the same things over and over. Even without the hypnotic effect of the drugs, it was nearly enough to bore me to sleep! I just kept my psychic senses focused on what he expected to see. Almost no one questions when their expectations are met, so if I just acted like he expected me to act, he’d never notice that I wasn’t actually hypnotized.

“You’re so sleepy now, so relaxed now, that it’s getting hard to keep your eyes open. Your eyelids are heavy, so heavy,” Max droned on. I fluttered my eyelids in time with his suggestions. He didn’t suspect in the least that I was faking the whole thing. “You love to stare into my eyes so much that you want to keep your eyes open. You want to keep looking at me, but it’s so hard. Your eyes are so heavy. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open, but they keep drifting closed. You’re so tired.”

My eyes were watering now as my slow, languid blinks got longer and longer. I wished he’d just let me close my eyes already. This constant fluttering was a pain! I just wanted to close my eyes and rest.

“On the count of five you won’t be able to keep your eyes open any longer. One. When your heavy, heavy eyes close, you’ll be so relaxed. So relaxed and rested. Two. When you are so relaxed and rested, you’ll still hear my voice. You’ll still listen as you float, rested and relaxed. Three. You’ll hear only my voice, my soothing, relaxing voice. Four. You can’t hold out any more. Your eyes are too heavy. You can struggle, but you don’t have the strength. You’re too tired. So tired. Five.”

My eyes slammed shut and I sank even deeper into the silken cushions on the divan. Max gaped at my body with lust. She’s responding perfectly. It won’t be long until I get a taste of that tight little ass. Max was such a pig! If I didn’t have to play along with his expectations, I would have pounded him. But I had to fake it, so I just lay there motionless, my features slack, as he started the next part of his induction.

“Cheshire, can you hear me?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled.

“Good girl,” Max said. “How do you feel?”

I looked into his mind for the answer he expected, and slurred them out in my best sleepy-voice. “Rested and relaxed.”

“Good girl. Do you like how you feel?”

“Mm-hmm,” I slurred. I threw in a little nod for good measure.

“Yes, you love feeling this way, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You can say ‘yes’ when you mean it, Cheshire. Can’t you?” The mumbling was getting to him. He was afraid I might actually fall asleep.

“Yes, Max,” I said.

“Good girl.” He liked that I added his name. I knew that he would. “You love this relaxed, rested feeling, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max.”

“You know that I gave you this feeling, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max.”

“You know that listening to my voice and following my words made you feel so good, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max.” I was starting to sound like a broken record, but Max was eating it up.

“Good girl. You like following my voice, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max.”

“What makes you feel good?”

“Following your voice, Max.”

“Good girl.” Max smiled. She’s ready to turn up the heat. “You’re feeling so good right now, Cheshire. You’ve been following my voice so well that you’re feeling very good.”

Here it comes, I thought. But I kept my face blank and my eyes closed.

“You’re even feeling a little aroused by now. Following my voice arouses you. It turns you on. You remember how much my voice turned Becca on. It's doing the same thing to you, Cheshire. You love following my voice, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max,” I replied, a little more breathlessly. He was expecting the aphrodisiac to be coursing through my system by now, so I quickened my breathing and wiggled my hips a bit.

“Good girl. You’re feeling more aroused now. Hornier. More aroused every moment,” he croaked. I love this job! Max thought as he watched my breasts rise and fall. I bet her pussy’s gushing by now! I can’t wait to feel her hot little box riding my rod.

Well, that squelched any slim hope that this induction and training might end without actual sex. I knew this was likely, but physical arousal was something I wouldn’t be able to fake as easily as being hypnotized.

Fortunately, my psychic link allowed me to pick up some of Max’s considerable arousal, as well as his thoughts. Since he was already so aroused that he could feel his cock stiffen, I could feel myself warming up, as well. I guess I was lucky that he hadn’t been doing this so long that he was jaded.

To speed things along, I also started to recall the time my teammate Lars, the Living Android, had tested his human mating subroutine with me. A lover that never tires is not to be underestimated.

“Your skin is so hot. You are so turned on. You are so horny. More and more aroused by my voice.” More and more aroused, at least. By my memories of Lars’ feathery, buzzing kisses rather than Max’s voice, but Max didn’t need to know that.

Max expected me to moan, and I did. I was steadily gyrating my hips as I squeezed my thighs together, too. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was faking it so well, Max had no idea I wasn’t hypnotized.

“You’re so hot now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Max,” I moaned, running my tongue across my lips. Max liked that a lot.

“Your tits are feeling so hot, so sensitive now. You want to touch them. You want to free them from that tight, confining dress, don’t you?” My pulse was racing by now, in time with Max’s. I could sense that his rod was straining against his tight, confining boxers and I knew that my breasts weren’t the only things he wanted to free.

All my writhing on the divan had pulled my dress at odd angles. My bra straps dug into my skin. I did want out of this ridiculous outfit. “Yes, Max,” I panted, and ran my hands over the green silk covering my breasts. I moaned deep in my throat as my fingers pressed my taut, sensitive nipples through the fabric. My body sang with each touch.

Max grinned at my apparent need. That’s what I was looking for. I think she’s ready to beg for it. “I know you want to free your tits, Cheshire. I know you need to touch your nipples. But, there are rules here. You are not allowed to strip in this room, Cheshire. That’s the rule.”

What? He was getting me all worked up so I could not strip for him? What kind of idiotic plan was that? I continued stroking my breasts through my dress, but stopped short of pulling the fabric aside. No matter how turned on I was--and I must admit that by this point I was quite turned on--I couldn’t let him know I was faking it. I had to follow his stupid rules. Just as if I were hypnotized. All I could do was knit my brows and moan in frustration. It came out as more of a whine, really. Nearly a whimper.

Max’s cock jumped with excitement at the sound. That’s what I wanted to hear, thought Max. “You really want to strip, don’t you, Cheshire? You really, really need it, don’t you?”

It was easy to play to this expectation. My nipples were on fire. “Yes, Max,” I whined. “Please let me strip, Max.”

Max smiled. I love this job, he thought. Time to test her technique. “I could make an exception, just for you, Cheshire. I could do you a favor. But you’d need to do me a favor first. You want to do me a favor, don’t you?”

This creep was really starting to annoy me. If he’d stop toying with me and get down to business, I’d do him any favor he wanted. “Yes, Max.” I cooed. “What can I do for you, Max?”

Before Max could answer, his cell phone began to vibrate. Crap! It’s the boys at HQ, he thought as he pulled out the phone and checked the text message. Peering deeper into his mind, I could see through his eyes as he read the message from Headquarters:

Cheshire Chase background check is clear. Potential 1-A. Proceed to audition stage 2.

1-A?--That’s a full-time sex slave! Awesome! I’ll get a bonus for landing her! His eyes swept over my panting, writhing body. Even I had to admit that from where he stood, I looked HOT! “Cheshire, you still want to get out of that tight, confining dress, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max,” I replied instantly. My blood was boiling now, plus it seemed that Max’s superiors were interested in me. Doing well on this “audition” would lead me to them--so I could take them down. I squeezed my thighs together and rocked my hips back and forth. My fingers teased another impassioned gasp from my nipples. “Please, Max,” I groaned.

“The rule is that guests cannot take off their clothes in this room, Cheshire,” Max said. I could feel the wicked grin plastered on his face. “Only employees of Club Absinthe can take off their clothes here. That’s the rule.” He licked his lips. “You want to join Club Absinthe, don’t you, Cheshire?”

“Yes, Max,” I panted. My panties were drenched by now. He had no clue I was faking it.

“Good girl,” he said. “New girls at The Club start with a great job, Cheshire. You want that job, don’t you, Cheshire?”

“Yes, Max. Please give me the job, Max,” I whimpered. I longed for touch and didn’t know how much longer my restraint would hold out. I had to stick to the plan, I had to keep faking it, but I was so turned on!

“I can only give you the job if you show me how good you’ll be, Cheshire. You want to show me, don’t you?” Max said.

“Yes, Max,” I replied. “I want to show you how good I’ll be.”

She’s swallowed it all pretty deep, Max thought. Time to set the hook. “The job is ‘exotic dancer,’ Cheshire. You know what that is, right, Cheshire?”

I may be hypnotized, but I’m no idiot! “Yes, Max. It’s a stripper, Max. Strippers take off their clothes, Max,” I babbled as my fingers raced to the neck of my dress to open it.

Not so fast, thought Max. “You can’t find the zipper, Cheshire. No matter how much you search, you can’t find it anywhere. It’s gone.”

You bastard! He thought I was so deeply hypnotized that I would embrace the suggestion without question. I wanted out of this dress badly, but I had to do my duty--I had to play along. My fingers desperately searched the neck of my dress. Although I grazed the zipper-pull a dozen times, I never let my fingertips pause there for a moment. I whimpered in frustration and continued my fruitless search, just as if I were hypnotized. “Please, Max. Let me strip, Max. Please.”

I love it when they beg, thought Max. “Good strippers make their audience feel good, Cheshire. Good strippers get turned on by turning on the men watching them. You can do that, can’t you, Cheshire.”

Of course I could turn him on! I’d be out of this dress in no time. “Yes, Max. I can do that, Max.”

“Okay, Cheshire. Show me what you've got,” Max said.

I fluttered open my eyelids and grinned wickedly at Max. Swaying to the slow, driving beat of the music, I rose from the divan. I danced to a nearby pole, hooked one leg around it, and twirled. Reaching behind my neck, I finally grasped the elusive zipper-pull and slowly, slowly began to inch it down. When it was halfway down, and just the hint of bra strap was visible, I turned my back on Max. I danced slowly toward him, swaying my ass to the beat, and flashing him sexy smiles over my shoulder.

When I reached the edge of the divan, I bent over and touched the floor, giving Max a peek under the short skirt. Trailing my hands up my legs, I twisted and took Max's hand as I stood up. I brought his hand to my zipper-pull. Once he grasped it, I twisted and writhed against the zipper, allowing the dress to open wider and wider with each gyration.

Once the zipper was completely open, Max's warm hand rested on my ass. I shrugged my shoulders out of the dress and let it fall around my hips. Holding Max's hand, I turned slowly, guiding his fingers from my ass to my hip to my waist to my naked belly. I held his hand there a moment as I swayed my hips back and forth. Psychically, I could tell how turned on he was. He wasn't the only one.

Gently pulling his hand up, I unclipped the front-fastener of my white, lacy bra. I dangled the two ends near his fingers and smirked. The moment he grabbed one, I twirled in the opposite direction, leaving him with my bra in his hands and my breasts finally free of clothing!

I played with my nipples and gasped at the pleasure that brought me. Somehow, they felt more pleasurable, more sexual than ever before. Turning my back on Max again, I slid my dress slowly down over my hips, in time with the music. Letting the dress fall to the floor, I was wearing only my green pumps and my lacy white panties.

Turning and dancing toward Max, I alternately played with my breasts for my own pleasure, and showed them off to Max's lustful gaze. They weren’t large, but I knew how to show them off. When I stood in front of Max, it was time for the big finale.

I again turned and swayed my ass in front of his face, but then I slowly, rhythmically sat down on his knee. Slowly I inched my way higher on his leg, closer to his crotch. With my hands, I inched my panties down at the same time, so by the time I was halfway up his thigh, my naked pussy was dripping on his pant leg. I then took both his hands and guided them to hold the waistband of my panties, now low on my hips. Here's where my superhero acrobatics training pays off. I leaned face-first toward the floor and put my hands down. Slowly, sensuously, I pulled myself up into a handstand, pulling my legs out of my panties as Max held them steady. I slid out of my heels in the same motion. Once my feet were clear of my panties, I lifted my legs above me into a perfect handstand and looked at Max, blowing him an air-kiss.

After a moment, I rolled out of the handstand and stood, nude, in the middle of the floor. I let Max, and the cameras to the “boys at HQ,” drink in my naked beauty. I hope they liked the show.

My chest was heaving from the dance. My pale skin was flushed from my arousal. I'm sure my face was nearly as red as my hair. I could sense that Max’s cock was as hard as my stiff nipples that reached for his chest as he approached. But Max was disciplined enough to keep his eyes locked with mine. “You were a very good girl, Cheshire. I am very pleased. As a reward, I am going to help you feel even better. You want that, don’t you, Cheshire?”

Meeting his expectations was second-nature to me by now. “Yes, Max,” I panted, my eyes wide and staring into his.

His phone vibrated again, reminding him of the pending message from HQ. “I’m going to help you rest, Cheshire. Whenever I touch your forehead and say ‘limp’ you will feel the joy of all the strength draining from your arms and legs. You will delight in the sensation of offering all your strength up to me, of all your muscles going slack, and feeling yourself sink down, down into the ground. Do you understand, Cheshire? You’re tired and you want to feel that bliss, don’t you?”

“Yes, Max,” I breathed. At least this puppet-with-the-strings-cut routine he was setting up would get me off my feet. After all that dancing, my body felt like lead. It was hard work to fake being hypnotized!

Max raised his hand with a theatrical flourish and hovered it a few inches above my head. “Three … so heavy, so tired … Two … so longing to give me your strength, so longing to sag to the ground … One … such a good girl, so wanting to please me … LIMP!” He tapped my forehead with one quick flick of his thumb.

I gave an Oscar-worthy performance. My eyelids fluttered close, my knees turned to rubber, and I dropped toward the cushioned-covered floor. In the back of my mind, I sensed that Max had moved his other hand behind my back to catch me. He pulled my naked flesh tight against him, and lowered me to the floor. My crotch rubbed against his leg all the way down, spreading my juices down the leg of his pants. I couldn’t help but moan at the ripples of pleasure. I yearned for more touch and desperately wanted to arch my back and hump his leg right there, but I couldn’t. I had to pretend to go limp and offer him all my strength. So despite my aching need, I slid bonelessly down to the floor.

It took such effort to keep up my ruse that I barely noticed the soft, quick phrases Max whispered in my ear as he laid me on the cushions. Something about “good girls being rewarded when they listen” and “drifting on his voice” and such. My psychic senses were well tuned to his expectations, so I didn’t really need to listen. I just laid on the cushions like a rag doll, and Max was very, very pleased by what he saw.

Max checked the message on his phone. It’s from one of the Senior Partners! All right! I’m finally getting noticed for my skills! Max was certainly the type of self-centered, arrogant bastard who would consider a gorgeous, sexy woman like me walking in off the street and throwing herself into his clutches a display of “his skills.” Men!

I read the text message through Max’s eyes. STATUS: APPROVED. GOOD FIND, MAX. HAVE YOUR FUN. BLOW HER MIND. SEND HER FOR PROCESSING.

Max and I both thought an exuberant Yes! at the same time. I rejoiced because the message meant that my ruse had worked and I’d be able to take down Absinthe Industries from the inside. Max rejoiced because it meant he’d finally get to fuck me.

Not that I minded that, either, by this point. It took nearly all my willpower to lay there limp. I burned so hot with need that I wanted nothing more than to plunge my fingers into my yearning pussy and masturbate myself to orgasm. But I had to play along. I couldn’t come so close and lose it at the last moment. Whatever Max wanted, I was going to have to give it to him. For the greater good, of course.

“You can hear me, can’t you, Cheshire?” Max asked with a grin.

“Yes, Max,” I gasped out.

“Good girl. You’ve been so good tonight. You’ve followed my voice so well. You deserve a reward, a big, big reward. You want that reward, don’t you, Cheshire?”

“Yes, Max,” I moaned. He expected me to be boiling with desire, and I made sure the needy tone of my voice did not disappoint.

“Good girl. Your reward is going to be an orgasm, Cheshire. An orgasm ten times bigger than the biggest orgasm you’ve ever felt.” Max began to unbutton his shirt, as his eyes watched my hips twitch every time he said the O-word. “You want that, don’t you, Cheshire? Don’t you want to cum?”

Oh God, did I ever! “Yes, Max,” I squealed. At this point I didn’t care how big my orgasm was, just as long as I could have one. Max had gotten me so hot for so long, I was dying for release. Playing the part was easy. He expected me to be begging for it, and I was.

“Good girl, Cheshire. Get ready. Think about the biggest, hardest, loudest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. Think about how good it felt. And know that what I am going to give you will blow that away!” Max chuckled as he worked on loosening his belt.

The biggest orgasm of my life? My night with Lars might have been my favorite, but it wasn’t my biggest, hardest, loudest. That, unfortunately, had been at the hands of one of the Libido League’s greatest enemies: Dr. Conquest, a brilliant but ruthless scientist bent on world domination. He had captured me and tried to brainwash me. He had planned to use me against the rest of the team. To this day, I have no idea what kind of chemicals he flooded me with, or what sorts of crackling energy field he subjected me to. I just know that I have never cum so hard as when I was shackled in the midst of his sexbots. He must have overdone the dosage because I didn’t have much of a brain left for him to wash, just pure lust. It took me weeks to recover after my teammate, Foundation, and the rest of the Libido League had rescued me. If Max thought that his third-rate hypnotist spiel and a few sips of the new Absinthe Industries aphrodisiac could top that, he had another thing coming.

Frankly, I hoped that the thing that would be cumming would be me. Just thinking back on that day in Dr. Conquest’s lab was raising my already stratospheric arousal level. Lost in my reverie, I hadn’t realized that I had begun to mimic the position Conquest had forced me into. I had rolled onto my knees with my ass high in the air. My hands caressed the small of my back in unison, just as they had when Conquest had bound me with seamless shackles that ran from wrist to elbow. Damn, but I was ready for sex.

“Good girl, Cheshire,” Max purred as he stepped out of the last of his clothes. “Are you remembering your biggest, hardest orgasm, Cheshire?”

“Yes, Max,” I panted. I could feel my juices leaking from my pussy and slowly dripping down my thigh.

Max’s eyes followed my hands as I stroked the small of my back and my ass cheeks. “Were you … restrained during that orgasm, Cheshire?”

He was playing a hunch based on the movement of my hands. I could have lied, but agreeing with him was a force of habit by now. “Yes, Max,” I said. “I was shackled.”

“Kinky.” Max grinned and stooped to picked my discarded, white panties. “You liked being bound, didn't you, Cheshire? It made the sex better, didn't it?” His cock twitched with anticipation as he caressed the moist silk of my panties in his hands.

“Yes, Max,” I growled, clenching my hands into fists. He was expecting me to be so deeply hypnotized and so intensely aroused that I would seize on any suggestion he gave me. I could just agree with whatever he said and he'd never suspect I was faking it. His arousal was making him careless and sloppy. Which was good--my desire was making me wet and sloppy and I didn't think I'd be able to carry on a more nuanced deception at that moment.

“Then I'm going to give it to you the way you like it, Cheshire,” Max said. He took my hands, and slid my panties around my wrists. He looped them once, but they were still loose and flimsy. “I am tying your hands together, Cheshire. I am tying them tight, in bonds you cannot break, no matter how hard you thrash or struggle. Only I can release you. You will try to pull your hands free, but you cannot. The more you try, the tighter the bonds become. Try now, Cheshire. Try to free yourself.”

“Yes, Max,” I grunted as I pantomimed struggling against the “unbreakable” panties. Memories of Dr. Conquest's thick, seamless shackles came rushing back. I heard frustrated mewling sounds coming from my throat. I had forgotten how hot it made me to be bound. I had forgotten how much my pussy thrilled at being controlled.

Telepathically, I could feel the smile stretch across Max's face as he watched me struggle against the steel shackles that existed only in my mind. He stroked himself casually for a time as I fought against the silk he had informed me was unbreakable. Then, he reached down and slid his hands over my hips. He relished the softness of my skin as I relished the warmth and strength of his hands. I shamelessly thrust my ass back towards him. I had followed his every suggestion so perfectly he hadn't a clue that I was faking. Every command he gave, I followed. Max had no idea my obedience was fake. All he knew was that I was out of my mind with lust for him--and I couldn't argue that.

“Only I can free you, Cheshire. And only I can give you the biggest, hardest, most mind-blowing orgasm of your life, Cheshire.” His fingers trailed down my quivering ass cheeks and traced the outer shape of my swollen pussy lips. I groaned with frustration as he refused to touch me more. “Only my cock can give you that orgasm. You want that, don't you?”

“Yes, Max,” I screamed, my face half-buried in the pillows. “Please, Max. Give me your cock, Max!”

Max grinned and gripped my hips tightly. He began to slide the tip of his cock across my pussy lips. I growled in frustration and tried to thrust myself onto his waiting shaft, but my position gave me no leverage and his hands gripped my hips tight. Not so fast, he thought, I'm in charge here. It's about time you said it. I had to play along with it.

“I can only give my cock to special girls, Cheshire. I can only give my cock to girls who say the magic word.” Max continued to tease my dripping cunt mercilessly. “Do you want to know the magic word, Cheshire?”

Fuck, yes, I want to know the magic word! I was so worked up, I couldn't stand it. “Yes, Max. Please, Max. Tell me the word, Max. Give me your cock, Max.” I babbled as he held my hips in his firm grasp. My hands pulled at the unbreakable panties, the elastic digging into the tender skin of my wrists.

Here we go, thought Max. “The magic word, Cheshire, is 'Master.' Call me 'Master' and I'll give you my cock. Call me 'Master' and I'll make you cum and blow your mind. You want to call me 'Master,' don't you, Cheshire?”

That was the best he could come up with? The most basic, boring dominance ploy in the book? If I hadn't been so focused on pretending to be hypnotized, bound, and horny-out-of-my-mind, I would have been thoroughly offended. But my pride was the only thing standing between me and Max's hot, hard cock. I had set my pride aside when I stepped into The Club tonight, and I wasn't about to reclaim it now. So, I babbled and begged, just like I would have done if I'd really been hypnotized.

“Yes, Master. Please fuck me, Master. Please--”

Read the rest of the story in Libido League #10, Club Absinthe, available now at Smashwords and Amazon.

Save 25% at Smashwords with coupon code is RN49B (not case-sensitive) from now through December 14, 2019.