“Why do you look so smug, Brooks?”

Vicky crossed her arms and looked at her boyfriend on the couch.  His grin now expanded until it threatened to shine harder than the blistering sun did through their apartment windows.

“Just noticing how hot it is out there, is all,” Brooks said, pretending to look at his phone.  His eyes kept glancing upward at Vicky.

“We all notice it, babe.  It’s called a heatwave.  Settling in today, lasting for a few days.  It’s why we are staying inside instead of heading outside.”

Brooks smiled to himself, humming a song quietly.

“You really are something else this morning.  Are you going to tell me, or what?”

“I guess so.  It’s been a few weeks now.”

“Few weeks since what?”

Brooks got to his feet.  He walked over to her, his large, muscular frame dwarfing her.  She fought back a shiver of pleasure at seeing him stride over like a man walking up to something he owned.

He brushed aside the hair near her eyes.

“Since I fucked around with your mind, little girl.”

His hands touched her temple.  She convulsed and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.  “I am submissive,” she chanted.

“You are mine,” Brooks said.

“I am yours,” she whispered.

“Engage heatwave program.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Vicky convulsed again.  Her mind raced with new ideas and old memories.  She gasped and fell into Brooks chest.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

“Yeah, that was a lot.  Give it a moment, baby, give it a moment,” he whispered, kissing her head and stroking her hair.

“Feels like a plug released in my head,” she said, rubbing her head.

“It was a lot of intense training.  I had to do it mostly while you were sleeping like we arranged.  But, some hypno sessions included some of this as well.”

“Well?  What did you do to me this time?” Vicky said, rubbing her thighs together.  She loved this.

“I wanted to use the heatwave to our advantage.  Or, my advantage,” Brooks said, breaking off the embrace to pace around the apartment.  Vicky leaned on a wall and watched her boyfriend’s triumph.

“First off, you can’t orgasm.  No matter what.  Not until the end of the heatwave,” Brooks said with an evil smile.

Vicky rolled her eyes.  “Oh, you love orgasm denial.”

“I love making you beg and squirm, yes.  And you can’t deny how much you love having your orgasm taken away from you.”

Vicky rubbed her thighs together more.  “Yeah, fuck, yeah I do.  Why did I ever tell you that?”

“Because we talked about our boundaries and what turns us on.  And you, little girl, love being told when you can and can’t touch yourself.”

Vicky stayed silent, not wanting to admit he spoke the truth.

“Who owns your pussy?”

“You do, sir,” she replied without thinking.  She shook her head with a laugh at her own conditioning.

“The basic summation of what is going to happen is this.  The hotter it gets, the hornier you get.  But, you can’t orgasm.”

Vicky’s mouth dropped.  “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’ll be a drooling, gibbering mess by the end of this heatwave!”

“I hope so,” Brooks said.  “The heatwave is only supposed to last the weekend.  I’ll have you back together for work.”

Vicky tried to fight off the pumping arousal in her body at the thought of what he did to her mind over the past while.  

“You think it’s hot, don’t you.”

“Shut up.”

Brooks chuckled.  He sat back down on the couch, legs apart and showing her a clear erection.  He spread out on the couch with that wide smile once more.  “Oh, one last thing.  I’ve made you very, very susceptible to whatever I say.  As long as I use your trigger word, you’ll do whatever I say.”

Vicky gulped.  “Uh wh-whatever?”

“Little girl I think it’s time you started masturbating.  Nice and slow.  Now.”

Vicky whined as she complied without thought or resistance.  Slipping her fingers under her shorts she realized how good it felt.  “Oh, damn.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re realizing now how aroused you’ve been all morning.”

“Mmm,” Vicky managed to get out.  She leaned against the wall, thrusting her hips out as she touched herself.

“I said slow.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered and slowed her pace.  She held back a whine, knowing he wanted to hear it.

“Feeling good, baby?  Doesn’t it feel good to listen to me and do as I say?”

“Uh-huh,” Vicky managed to whisper.

“And just imagine.  We’re not even at the hottest part of the day.  You’re going to get hornier.  And hornier.  With no way to release yourself.  You know what that means?”

Vicky shook her head.

“It means my baby girl is going to melt her fucking brain by the end of this heatwave.  I’m going to leave you a puddle of arousal and need.  And, when the time comes, I’m going to make you cum so hard the neighbors will hear.  Until then, I’m going to tease and torture you and that pussy of yours until you can’t remember your name.”

Vicky now whined.  All of that sounded like delicious hell. 

“Who owns that pussy?”

“Oh, you do, you do!” 

“I don’t think I heard you,” Brooks growled, getting to his feet.  He put a hand beside her head on the wall and leaned in inches close to her face.

“I said, who owns your pussy.”

“You fucking do!” Vicky cried out, her pussy trembling.  She shook.  As her orgasm built, her hands fell away from her pussy.  “Oh, no.  No.”

“Baby, we’re only minutes into this,” Brooks said, leaning in and kissing her neck.  He reached up to her ear with kisses.  “You’re going to be a good girl and last for me, right?”

She nodded.  He turned her around and slapped her ass.

“Good.  Now go cool off.  It’s about to get warm in here.”

***

Vicky felt amazing after a lukewarm shower.  She wiped her body clean and sighed in relief.  She noticed something on the bathroom counter.  Something Brooks slipped in while she showered.

A smart home display.  Showing the temperature.

She tried to look away but her mind realized the temperature climbed since she hopped in the shower.

And so, the arousal built.  She stumbled out of the bathroom, clutching the towel around her body as her pussy started tingling once more.  She pried her mind from the gutter long enough to get into the living room.

Where she saw pornography playing on the television.  Her jaw fell open as she watched a woman, tied down, being tortured with a vibrator.

“Oh no,” Vicky said, sinking to her knees.  She looked over at the couch and saw Brooks sitting there with a visible erection.

“Little girl, sit here.  Sit on your hands, legs spread.”

“Yes sir,” she whispered, rising to her feet and obeying before she could think. She sat down beside him, sitting on her hands with her legs spread.  

“Little girl, stare at the pornography and really imagine yourself as the one in that video.”

“Yes sir,” she replied, squirming under the erotic spell.

“No moving.  Just watch,” Brooks said, getting to his feet.  He walked to the windows and swept away the curtain.  The sunbeam landed right where she sat.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Getting hot, are we baby?  Staring at that submissive woman being fucked with, unable to move?  As my hypnotic commands compel you to get more and more aroused the hotter you get?  Hmm?”

“Yes sir, yes sir, fffffuck,” Vicky whispered.  She watched as the man in the video edged the woman again and again.  Her pussy throbbed with need, dripping onto the couch.

“I’ll get you a glass of water.  Because the temperature is about to skyrocket and this video is an hour,” Brooks said, walking into the kitchen.

“An–an hour?” Vicky whined.

“Don’t worry.  I’ll make sure you’re not dehydrated,” Brooks called out into the living room.

Vicky watched.  She felt the sun warming her skin.  Which only convinced her mind to be more aroused.  Soon, she left a puddle of her arousal on the couch.  She continued to watch, unable to stop.  The lady in the video now had orgasm overload to the point her body turned a deep red, and she screamed for mercy.  

Vicky wanted to be that woman.  She wanted to have her senses blown to kingdom come with a vibrator.

Brooks continued to pour water in her mouth as she needed.  Some water fell on her chest.  It felt good.  The sun continued to grow hotter and hotter.

Vicky’s head swam with arousal.  All other thoughts disappeared.  Nothing mattered.

The video ended. She heard herself panting.

“On the floor, on your knees little girl,” Brooks said.

“Yes sir,” she said, falling to her knees.  “Can I please cum?  Can I please, oh please, I can’t take it.”

“Time to sunbathe, little girl.  I’ll rub the lotion in to make sure you don’t bake,” Brooks said.  He stood in front of her, pressing his erection against her lips.  “But first.”

She grabbed the band of his shorts with her teeth and tugged them down.  His cock popped up, and she didn’t even wait for permission.  She sucked on it, trying to release her arousal on him with her technique.

He did not last long.  She made sure.  She also made sure to drink every drop, to milk him until his knees buckled.  She hoped her good behavior would let him go easy on her.

He kissed her hard and long after her good job.  Then, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her on all fours to the balcony.

“Sunbathing time, little girl.”

She whined but complied.  

***

Vicky turned on the fourth fan on her body as they settled into bed.  His massage earlier in the day was erotic enough but the heat increasing put her over the edge.  She could not stop dripping her arousal wherever she walked.  And Brooks made sure she walked around naked.

“Going to try to get some sleep?” Brooks asked with a smile as he adjusted himself under the bed.

“Like I can.  Fuck, I’m so horny.  Come on baby, just a little.  Just give me a little,” Vicky whined, massaging his cock with her hands.

Brooks turned to look at her with a stern expression.  She gulped.

“Headphones on.  Tonight you’re listening to a new hypno file.”

“What’s it about?”

“It’s a sleep file.  While you dream of sex.”

Vicky whined, feeling the throbbing between her legs.

“Little girl, headphones on and sleep.”

She obeyed, knowing it would be a long, long night.

His voice caught her, and she found herself spinning under his hypnotic spell in mere minutes.  Her docile mind proved to melt like butter, and soon she tumbled to sleep.

Her sleep consisted of her body freezing and instructions to concentrate on different erotic points of her body.  After she was thoroughly aroused, the file put her into a deep sleep where she dreamed of sexual submission.

Vicky hoped the heatwave would be over soon.

***

By the next afternoon, Vicky felt reduced to dunking her head in an ice-cold bathtub full of water.  She screamed under the water for release, she felt fingers inserting themselves into her pussy.  She gurgled under the water and took her head out of the water.

“Stay still, little girl,” Brooks warned as he fingered her.  “I just want to fuck you a little.  Now, concentrate on how good it is to be penetrated.”

Vicky whined and moaned.  Her ability to speak in coherent thoughts left her in the morning when she woke up soaking with sweat and arousal.  She leaned back and hoped he would fuck her to orgasm.

He stopped just as her pussy started to clench.  She gripped the bathtub hard and cried out.

“Aw, poor baby,” Brooks said, patting her head.  “And look at that temperature.  Keeps going up.”

Vicky dunked her head in the water, screaming into it.

***

“Please….please….”

Vicky continued to whisper beg as she lay in the sunbeam like a cat.  She writhed and sweated, more from the built-up arousal than the heat.  

“I’ll get you some more water in a minute,” Brooks said.

“No…want…want…”

“Want what, baby girl?”

Vicky sighed, her eyes half-closed.  She could not remember or think.  She only lay there, a never-ending arousal cycle burning her from the inside.

Brooks knelt over her body.  “I think I broke you.”

Vicky smiled.

“I called into work for you tomorrow.  The heatwave is supposed to break in a few hours and I’m going to drag you out to that balcony and fuck your brains out.  And then, from that moment to tomorrow night, I’m taking care of you and putting you back together.”

She nodded, only half-understanding what he talked about.  She only cared about his cock inside of her pussy.

“Well, I’ll get you some water.  It’ll be over soon.”

***

Vicky felt her body lifted from her lying position.  She blinked, trying to understand her position.

She heard “little girl” and decided not to listen to the rest.  Her body would obey.

She felt cool air.  Metal on her hands.  A sun setting in the distance.

And then she felt a cock inside of her pussy.

Vicky woke up fully.  Brooks fucked her hard and fast against the balcony.  Up high, she saw her neighborhood below.  People scampering out now that the heatwave broke.  

The heatwave broke.  She smiled, knowing what would happen next.

“You did it, baby girl,” Brooks growled into his ear as he continued to fuck her from behind.  “Now you get your prize.”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, please, please don’t stop,” Vicky gasped, grabbing Brooks face and pressing it against hers.

“Does my baby girl want to cum?”

“Fuck yes, please sir, please.”

“You know I haven’t cum since you took my cum on your knees yesterday?  You know how fucking hard I’ve been watching you like this?”

He grabbed her hips and buried his cock deep inside of her.  She groaned loud into the air.

“That’s right, little girl.  Don’t hold back.  You cum and you cum hard.  You hear me?  Cum hard!” Brooks roared as his cock throbbed inside of her.

Vicky cried out.  Two days of intense build-up squirted out of her so hard a knee gave out.  She gripped the balcony hard and she continued to scream in pleasure.  Brooks held on and dumped his load inside of her, telling her what a good girl she was in her ear.

Vicky saw with weary eyes the neighbors down below looking up, trying to find the source of the cries.  She fell back into Brooks arms, every last ounce of strength gone in her body.

“Shhh, shh baby girl, it’s okay, it’s okay, you did good,” Brooks whispered into her ear.  He carried her in his arms.  “I’ll take care of you now.  You did good, you did good.”

She melted into his arms.

***

Sometime the next day, wrapped in blankets, she received the last bit of lunch in her mouth from Brooks.

“How are you feeling?”

“Mmm,” she said, swallowing.  “Fuzzy warm.  Cuddly.”

“That was intense.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Are you okay with it all?”

Vicky smiled wide.  “Gimmie more ice cream.”

Brooks chuckled.  “Fine, baby doll.  Fine.”

He scruffed her hair with his hand and got to his feet.

“Baby?”

Brooks turned.  “Yeah?”

Vicky smiled.  “That was fun.”

Brooks laughed.  “Good.  Because another heatwave is coming at the end of the week!”