It wasn’t terribly long before Mary ended up in Chloe’s room with their other friends. For the five girls, it was a modicum of privacy even if they were hardly attempting to be anything even adjacent to quiet. Samantha could still easily hear them talking from downstairs even if she couldn’t make out the words without more effort.

For Samantha, the relocation was a chance to breathe.

Her own room felt too close to Chloe’s—and therefore far too close to Mary. Being close to her, even through walls… feels dangerous right now. An image flashed in her mind of Mary wearing a roughed up leather jacket and flicking a switch blade. Samantha couldn’t help but giggling. Unlike the girls above, she did try to make herself quieter. Drawing attention to herself felt like a bad idea. Alright, she’s not dangerous. I know Mary would never hurt me, but she’s dangerous for my composure!

Smirking to herself, Mary leaned back against a counter and let her eyes fall closed.

I know that she wants to make me feel good… fulfilled… how could I pretend that I don’t when she treats me so…

Her teeth closed around her bottom lip.

Amazingly…

Samantha drifted into daydreams, unable to stop herself from imagining the Mary and her increasingly strong control over her mind. Two words were enough to turn off her thoughts. Just one word was all it took to make her shudder.

She could still hear the girls laughing upstairs. That meant Mary wasn’t going to suddenly appear in front of her, but that didn’t stop her from fantasizing. It didn’t stop her from wishing that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to start feeling over her own body like she wanted to imagine Mary doing instead.

Lost in a barely restrained erotic reverie, Samantha imagined being pinned to the counter, whispers in her ears, and groping hands on her body.

Upstairs, the girls were spread out across Chloe’s room. Lacking much more seating than a bed and a singular chair, the girls naturally gravitated towards the floor. Mary and Chloe sat to one side of the room, Jennie and Willow the opposite, with Hellen sitting facing the space between the four.

“I really hope that Laney feels better soon…” Jennie quietly sighed. “The team can probably do okay without her, but if it’s really bad then she’ll be flinching for longer and that’s no fun.”

“Or,” Hellen spoke up with a snarkily amused tone, “maybe she’ll be extra gung ho. Take a hit to the face, bleed everywhere, be fine? Why worry.”

The girls all laughed. Chloe’s was a touch more dramatic, and she took the opportunity to briefly lean against Mary as if her laughter weighed her down and Mary’s magnetic pull was too great to resist. “I doubt she’ll react like that, but who knows! She’s our best Outside Hitter. She’s honestly not as bad as people think she is, either.”

Willow nodded her firm agreement. “She can be a little full of herself? But usually calling her on it is all it takes! Still hoping it’s quick!” She smiled to Jennie, who gave Willow a similarly strong nod.

To her credit, Mary was sincerely trying to pay attention. She was glad for the opportunity to hang out with her friends. She was thankful that she had a friend group that all felt so comfortable together. It wasn’t like they all didn’t have other people they knew at school, but the five of them were the ones most likely to gather together—at least when Hellen wasn’t busy with her homework.

I wonder what Samantha’s doing… Mary’s gaze became distant. She leaned back against Chloe every time she felt pressure against her shoulder, but so much of the conversation was just a low buzzing. I wonder how she’s doing.

Chloe’s shoulder bumped into Mary’s a little harder, enough to make her eyes flutter and tug her back to a semblance of reality. “Weeeeell? What did Mrs. Winters think of your paper?”

“Oh!” Mary wasn’t about to topple over, not even with her attention so split, but she did react to it more than she intended. “Don’t know yet. The turnaround’s not that fast, but… it was a really good book, so thanks for that.” She pursed her lips. Being too passive with the topic wouldn’t be like her at all. She knew she needed to add more to the conversation or at least Hellen would notice she was acting unusually. “Do you know how long Samantha’s had that book?”

Willow quietly giggled, her short, wavy brown hair bouncing with the motion as her hazel eyes sparkled. “It’s so weird hearing you call her that! I’ve known it’s her name forever, but she’ll always be Chloe’s mom to me.”

“She is Chloe’s mom.” Jennie spoke up, and everyone’s eyes turned to her. It wasn’t as if they weren’t looking towards whoever was speaking, but these looks were far more critical. “What? It’s true! She’s Chloe’s mom! She’ll always be Chloe’s mom. Local moms in your area: her.”

“That’s not usually how people say that.” Hellen chimed in helpfully. “I think we can all agree that she’s attractive.”

Chloe squirmed, leaning against Mary before laying her head on her friend’s shoulder. “As the princess of this bedroom, I’m going to make the executive decision that we don’t talk about if my mom is hot or not. That book, though…?” Chloe shrugged, the motion of the shrug rubbing her arm against Mary’s. “It’s kinda always been there? I remember being really young, like way before we met, and asking mom why hips didn’t have sisters.”

Mary smirked, softly petting Chloe’s brown hair. “You did not.”

“No, but it sounded cute, right?” Chloe batted her lashes. Everyone but Mary and Hellen laughed. Hellen rolled her eyes. Mary gently poked her friend’s nose before squeezing her tighter against her side. “Right?!”

After another poke to Chloe’s nose, Mary smirked. “It did, it did. Still. Huh. Thanks, I was curious. I should at least get a ‘B’ on that paper thanks to your mom.”

Jennie quietly murmured under her breath. “Helpful moms in your area…”

Without hesitation, Chloe stood up, grabbed a pillow off of her bed, and lobbed it directly at Jennie’s head. The girls erupted into louder laughter.

She really is athletic. Right up to her feet. Can’t imagine Samantha moving like that… Mary squirmed. Unless I told her to. She might not pull it off, but I wouldn’t let her hit the floor. Maybe I’ll have to make her fall just so I can catch her. I think she’d like that…

“You alright, bestie?” Chloe paused throwing her pillow back at Jennie.

“Oh, yeah.” Mary laughed as she pulled herself up to her feet. “Sorry, I think I need to use the bathroom. I won’t be long!”

Hellen waved. “Be careful!”

Instead of throwing the pillow at Jennie, Chloe threw it at Hellen.

Mary closed the door behind her, and glanced between the bathroom door and the stairs. I didn’t need to go until I stood up. Now I actually do. That’ll make the timing on this a little trickier, but…

After a quick pit stop, Mary headed right for the stairs. It didn’t take her long to find Samantha.

“Kiss.”

Samantha mewled, her hips jerking forward. She was still in the kitchen, her eyes closed, lost in her private reverie. Before her eyes had been closed by choice, but now they almost felt too heavy to open.

“Mary… you can’t do things like that to me with…” Samantha shivered. “Shouldn’t be doing things like that to me at all but if you’re going to, we can’t… you can’t… not when she’s home… not with all of them here…!” Samantha’s voice was hushed and harsh. All of the authority she wielded as a mother—if not Mary’s mother—was brought to bear.

Unfortunately for her, that only made Samantha shudder when Mary’s response was to smirk and close the distance between them.

“Samantha…” Mary purred, her eyes hooded almost as low as her lover’s.

“Y-yes…?” Samantha’s response was half a whimper, shivers running across her body. She felt hyper aware of her nipples stiffening all over again, and her pussy busying itself with ruining her panties even more. “W-what…?”

Mary’s smirk deepened.

“Nestle in.”

Samantha tried to object, to struggle, to do anything to resist, but nothing she did or thought in the brief time thinking for herself was something she could do had any affect on the fog settling over her mind. She moaned, slumping more against the counter. The heat swelling through her body turned from cinders to an inferno.

The small taste of Mary’s control had whet her appetite.

Being shoved into the deep end had Samantha craving as much as she could get.

“That’s a good girl, Samantha…” Mary’s voice was especially quiet, or as quiet as it could be without their bodies mashed up as close as she wanted them to be. “You’re such a good girl for me… So…” She tapped Samantha’s lips. “No telling me ‘no’, alright…? I’ll do my best to be more careful, but you belong to me now… that means you don’t get to object to whenever, or however I want to use you.

“That means that if I wanted to march you right up into Chloe’s room…” Her voice dropped lower, steeped with Mary’s own arousal she’d kept simmering since their earlier, brief indiscretions. “You would. You would… and you’d love doing it. For me.

“Say it.”

Samantha shuddered, her thighs clenching so tightly around her twitching, slick sex. Should… not… right… The words that passed through her mind were half formed, and Mary had already taught her to let them drift right through her like light through a pane of glass. If she was capable of being so conditioned that being entranced made her lose the ability to even form ideas, she wasn’t quite that brainwashed yet. It was still easier to let the thoughts pass by instead of holding them. Shouldn’t… not something like this… need to be a good mom… need to…

Mary glanced back out of the kitchen, made a thoughtful sound under her breath, and did the only reasonable thing. She reached out, grasped one of Samantha’s heavy breasts in her hands, and squeezed.

Somehow there was enough of Samantha still cognizant to keep her moan quiet, but she couldn’t stop the sound in its entirety. She couldn’t stop herself from pressing her chest into Mary’s demanding touch, or stop her hips from squirming as Mary kneaded harder and harder. With each squeeze, she quietly whispered the same two things in a slow, mellow, alternating mantra.

“Be a good girl.”

Knead.

“Say it.”

Squeeze.

“Be a good girl.”

Grope.

“Say it.”

Samantha’s face twisted not just in pleasure, but in the passive struggle that raged inside of her mind. Good girl… but… good… mom… but… good… girl… nnhaaaa hand feels… so… good… so… wet… good… girl… good…

“I-I…” Samantha mewled so quietly, her voice barely even a whisper. “I would… g-go into… into… her room… if you told me to…”

Mary shuddered, the lust in her eyes burning hotter as she squeezed Samantha’s breast that much firmer. “How would you feel about it…? Be a good girl, and…” She groaned, but instead of her posture growing weaker like Samantha’s, slumped and submissive, Mary’s grew stronger, confident, tall without being unnaturally rigid. She squeezed again, tighter. “Say it…”

“F-feel good…!” Samantha gasped out the words, her eyes fluttering. “Feel… so… good…”

With a giggle, Mary rubbed her lips together. I really need to be careful with this. It feels like I could ruin her life—ruin her… but how can I resist being just a little cruel… even if I would never actually do it?

I want to know that she would.

I want to know that she can’t resist me!

“For who…?” Again, Mary squished the older woman’s breast in her hand. “Be a good girl…”

She didn’t even need to say the second half of the mantra.

Samantha already knew it all too well.

“F-for youuuu...!” Her voice was still quiet, careful, but it had the emphasis of the kind of scream that rattled windows. “For… for youu… I’d do it… for you… M-Mary…”

Tracing her fingers across Samantha’s clothed breast, Mary flicked at her nipple, grinning at the gasping moan, before she drew her hand back. “Good. I don’t want to do that to you, but I want you to know that I could. I want you to know that if it wouldn’t make things so much worse for all of us…?” Mary moved across the kitchen with a happy sigh. “I would.”

Samantha let out a relieved sigh, but that didn’t stop her from quivering.

For a long moment, Mary simply stared at the reclining woman with hunger in her eyes. Her lips felt like they needed the older woman’s skin against them. Her nails ached to trace red across Samantha’s curves.

You should be good, too, Mary, even if you’re not going to be that kind of a good girl. She couldn’t help but smirk again. You’re such a bad girl, but she loves it and she’s only going to keep loving it more. We’re still just getting started…

With a flutter of her eyes, Mary forced herself to behave.

“Oh, you can wake up now, by the way…”

Samantha quietly mewled, sucking in a sharp gasp as her eyes fluttered. Between the desire she’d built up during their time apart, the earlier trance, and growing susceptibility from the ongoing effects of Mary’s control, it wasn’t so easy for Samantha to instantly snap back into focus. The counter behind her was firm and solid.

That helped.

“M-Mary… I’m not… not sure about this…” Samantha’s voice quivered not unlike her thighs.

“Not sure about what?” Hellen stood in the entrance to the kitchen with a raised eyebrow.

Samantha’s cheeks flushed.

She struggled to bite back her gasp, to not squirm quite so much.

Mary shrugged, pouring more soda into a glass. “She didn’t think it was a good idea for me to have so much caffeine so late in the day. I was telling her that she can wake up and accept that it really doesn’t affect me that much and I’ll be fine.”

More relief washed over Samantha, banishing the terror and dread. It couldn’t stop her cheeks from being quite so pink in any quick timetable, but not being so tense was already helping that. How… does she sound so casual…?! As happy as she was that Mary was ready for Hellen to arrive, and able to act so completely nonplussed, it wasn’t the only feeling swirling inside of her in addition to her unsatisfied arousal.

“…huh.” Hellen shrugged. “I try not to have too much after about four or so unless it’s a Friday.” The raven-haired woman set down her glass, pulling a pitcher from the fridge before refilling her glass of water. “Chloe’s going to think that you snuck out of the window.”

“The second story bathroom window?” Mary raised an eyebrow, snorting as she slowly sealed the diet soda. “Pretty sure I could just sneak out the front door.”

Not sure I trust my voice yet… Samantha quietly laughed, shaking her head. Hopefully it won’t be too weird if I take a moment to catch my breath.

“Probably. Anyway.” Hellen shoved the pitcher back in the water, and tipped her glass side to side as she made her way out of the kitchen. “I’ll let her know you were just getting some soda and having a little chat with her mom. Thanks for letting us stay over, Mrs. Kerr. You have a really nice place.”

“Th-thank you, Hellen!” Samantha replied without thinking, and instantly regretted it. The barrier between her mind and her lips felt far too thin for her own good. “It’s always great to have you over! All of you are welcome any time…! You’re all so good to Chloe.”

Her warm, encouraging smile was entirely genuine. Thinking about Chloe made it a little easier to remember the way that she wanted to behave—the way that Samantha usually behaved when she didn’t feel like Mary could tug a string on her back, or flick a switch and turn off her mind while turning her body on

Hellen nodded, taking a sip as she side eyed the two women still in the kitchen before she disappeared from view.

Mary smiled.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. They shared long, meaningful eye contact, but neither of them dared to speak a word. Samantha stared at Mary, waiting. Mary stared back, seemingly patient, content to let her eyes occasionally wander, but mostly maintaining eye contact.

It was Mary who broke the eye contact, though it almost seemed under protest.

“Well, you heard Hellen!” Mary took a sip of her soda, before moving in closer to Samantha again. “Chloe’s going to start wondering where I am. Probably shouldn’t keep her waiting, huh?”

“N-no…” Samantha shook her head a little too quickly. “You… you really shouldn’t. I’d hate to… keep you…”

Mary grinned, and stepped closer until she could easily kiss Samantha’s cheek. “Tonight? I want you to make sure you keep your phone by your bed. Don’t ask why. We don’t have time for me to make it something you need to do, and sometimes, I don’t want to need to fight you on it.” Mary winked.

Samantha shivered

“A-alright… Phone, by my bed… I… I can do that…” Imagining what Mary had in mind already had Samantha wishing it was late enough to curl up under the covers.

“Kiss kiss~!”

Mary winked, bouncing out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She couldn’t hear Samantha’s moans, only a hint of the strained breathing that followed her gasp.

Left alone in the kitchen, Samantha quietly whimpered. “She really made me say that… I couldn’t… I don’t know if I tried to fight it or if it was just too far to go so quickly, but I… said it… I really said it…” Her thighs clenched. Her eyes rolled back into her head. “I think I meant it…” Samantha’s moans caught in her throat as she accepted something undeniable.

Mary already owns me… and sooner or later… I’m going to give her everything she wants.