I didn’t want to do what he said.  I didn’t want to look into his eyes.  The eyes I had been dreaming about.  The eyes that had golden flecks that danced and swam in my vision.  The eyes that were attached to his perfect face on his perfect body.  The eyes that had been consuming my thoughts for over a week, since I’d met him.  I wanted to look anywhere else.  With him sitting so close, though, there weren’t many alternatives in my field of vision. 

Laura settled onto the bed behind him, the motion distracting me for a few seconds.  Her breasts were pointed hills under the thin gown she wore.  Her lips parted like a girl in a pin-up calendar as she lazily dragged her hands over her body.  The slit of her gown rose higher as she shifted on the bed, exposing her smooth, silky thigh.  There was nothing underneath the fabric, I was sure now.  It was more titillating than I expected, and my stomach fluttered.

“Delightful.”  Mike’s voice was somewhere between amused and husky, splitting the difference in a way that sent a jolt through my core.  The praise was immediately followed by his gaze focusing on me more intently.  It bored into me, inescapable as my bonds, and just as soft.  “Your desire is so palpable, and equal for us both.  I hadn’t expected that.  It will make your submission all the more pleasant.  The best kind of power, after all, is that freely given.”

Freely given?  Hadn’t I resisted?  I thought I had…I must have.  When he had the gun on me, I certainly had been trying to leave.  That’s why I was tied to the chair, wasn’t it?  The memory of the slithering rope and Laura’s delicate touch made me shift in my seat, adding to the smoldering fire in my center.  My gaze returned to Mike’s face.  His eyes sparkled, the golden flecks within dancing like candle flames.  The fabric of the tie in my mouth was thick against my tongue, as I tried to push it out and refute his accusation.  Now that he’d mentioned resisting, I latched onto the idea like a raft in the sea of his eyes.

I flattened my hands and pulled my elbows towards me, attempting to slide my wrists along the arms of the chair and free them.  My feet pressed flat against the floor, trying to gain any leverage possible against the snug cords.  All the while, my eyes never left his, and I could see his smile widen the more I moved.  I felt the cord at my chest brush the underside of my nipples, not quite digging into my flesh, but caressing it firmly enough they were hardening. 

He made an appreciative hum and watched me with growing interest.  The ropes held true, and the power of his gaze only tightened.  I couldn’t shut my eyes, though they were beginning to feel heavy.  My head swiveled, but my gaze remained locked, sinking into the endlessly deep blue pools floating within his captivating visage.  It was like moving through a body of water, pressure and weight against my instructions to my limbs and face. 

“Yes.  So obedient, even when you think you’re working against me.  Even when you think it is you making the effort, pushing and pulling with your muscles, tensing and releasing, fighting and surrendering, but always bound by the softest sensations.  Even when you know it is my suggestion that ignites your struggle, that it is my will to see you squirm, that it is my power that instigates your desire for independence, leaving you helpless, but resisting harder than ever before.”

What was he saying?  I knew the words, but their exact meaning was unclear.  I could hear the cadence, like a heartbeat.  I found myself anticipating the next syllable, seeing the pattern of stresses and elongations on his lips reflected in the glints of gold around his pupils.  It wasn’t iambic pentameter, or any other recognized literary structure that I could think of, but it felt familiar and comforting, all the same.

I shifted more frantically in the chair, the smooth ridge teasing through my clothing, brushing against my soft flesh with the same delicate touch that his words and constant stare used to worm their way into my very soul.  Noise emerged from my throat, though I knew no words would be understood, with the tight gag impeding my lips and teeth.  As I fought harder, his words continued, unabated, steady and slow, lilting against my senses like a lover’s caress.

“That’s it, Detective.  Press and pull, flex and point, stretch and writhe against the silken ties.  Feel them against your skin, pliant but unyielding.  Feel my words ripple inside you, stroking, sliding, slipping amid the sensations of the ropes.  Feel them accentuate the longing within, the freedom they illuminate even as they snatch it from your grasp.  Move against your bonds, let them hold your will to mine.  With every failed attempt to remove them, you find you desire their constriction.  With every refuted escape, you race closer to your ultimate destination.  Serving me, happily, in any way I wish.”

The words sent a chill up my spine, quickly followed by a white-hot heat of carnal desire.  As my struggles continued, his tempo and resonance turned the meaningless words into meaningless sounds.  I wasn’t even recognizing them as words any longer.  The more I tried to focus on what he was saying, the slower and more unrecognizable they became.  My physical exertions slowed alongside my comprehension, the invisible weight of effort stilling me, both in body and mind, but the touch of the ropes, Laura’s increasingly erotic movements, and Mike’s constant stare kept me highly aroused.  He watched me studiously, only ending his continuous patter when he was satisfied with my state of attentive tranquility.  His satisfaction bloomed on his face, making him even more attractive in the low light. 

“I want to make it clear that I intend you no harm, physically.  I simply want to free you from life’s petty burdens, give you peace, support, and possibly even love, should you request it.   I realize your curiosity, your intelligence, and even your free will are vital parts of what make you so attractive.  They are also deeply ingrained in you.  I don’t believe I could remove them, even if I tried.  No, the power I have is more like a nudge towards a direction, a point of view with slightly more weight, a path cleared so your enjoyment of life can be more fully realized.  Think of me, not as a master, but as a guide.”

My eyes must have narrowed in disbelief.  He made it sound like he’d be doing me a favor by making me his puppet.  He clucked his tongue softly, and his disappointment hit me like a cold shower.  Instead of dousing my internal fire, however, I felt the desperate need double, but now more dependent on his approval.  There were so many internal alarms blaring for my attention, but Mike’s eyes and voice turned them into waves of white noise, like the crash of waves onto rocky shores, arresting in their beautiful, but intensely dangerous, ebbs and flows.  As the craggy bluffs eroded to sand, so was my prickly demeanor, fierce pride, and very humanity breaking down.  My identity was seeping through holes in the weft and weave of my consciousness, turning what usually held me together into a coherent person into the net of his trap.

“I should have known your experiences would give you more hesitation.  Laura and I have been together so long, it is easy for me to forget that relationships like ours are rare.”  His ability to follow my train of thought, especially when I wasn’t sure I could, was uncanny.  Laura shifted on the bed behind him, still running her hand up and down her body while her blank but beautiful eyes stared up at the ceiling.  “Perhaps a demonstration is in order.  Laura, come sit across from the detective, here.”

“I hear and obey, Sir.”  Her voice was like velvet.  After his low drone, it was like breathing warm summer air through a freshly opened window.  The fact that it held no emotion, aside from pleased and eager anticipation, should have chilled me.  Instead, I wondered if my own words would sound listless or alluring, should I be allowed to speak.  The empty and immediately compliant phrase resounded in my loins with a deep throb of muscle and heat.  Saying those words…would that alleviate my growing need?

She slid across the bed, facing me.  He moved behind her, caressing her bare shoulders and nibbling quietly at the exposed flesh, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.  I could see her dark, hardened nipples, smell her arousal, and my heart beat faster.

“I want to show the Detective how much you enjoy being a good girl, Laura.”  His eyes pressed his will harder into my mind.  I could feel the strain against my worldview, the way it flexed against my resolve, like the way an object can press against taut fabric, pulling as it stretches and warps.  The fabric wouldn’t tear, but the object leaves an imprint, weakens the garment as a whole.  It was a dizzying sensation and my breath caught in my throat.

“Cum.”

Without warning or pretense, Laura’s body writhed, a damp spot spreading between her thighs.  Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gasped in sudden ecstasy so intense Mike had to hold her up against his chest, so she didn’t fall.  My heart leapt into my throat, my skin crawling with goosebumps, my own nipples hardening as I watched her buck against the air.  Mike watched my reaction, his eyes never leaving my face.  It went on for longer than I thought imaginable, until he whispered in her ear.  “Good girl.”

She panted as he stroked her hair, soothing her with his touch until she lay still again, cradled against him, flushed and smiling.  He kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her and settling her more comfortably against the edge of the bed.  He looked like a proud parent, showing off the latest macaroni picture brought home from school.  I had to admit, it looked like she was having a great time.  Suddenly, he commanded her again, gazing directly at me.

“Cum.”

I couldn’t help but react.  The direct and unequivocable imperative, even though it was not directed at me, made me shudder and gasp.  In front of me, Laura began to moan out, pressing harder against Mike’s sturdy support.  Her hand caressed her breast, pinching the sensitive flesh and strengthening the sensation wracking her body from his word alone.

He didn’t wait for her to quiet, didn’t even look at her lithe, supple flesh as her gown began to slide off her thin frame.  I could see the ebb and flow of her passion, sense the internal rhythm of her throbbing loins, watch as she melted again into bliss.  Before she had finished her crest, he spoke again.

“Cum.”

She cried out, arching her back, lifting her hips, breasts escaping their loose covering as her dress slid completely off her shoulders and down to her hips.  The dark pink round buds of her nipples aimed toward the ceiling, elongating her already slim and graceful curves.  I felt my mouth begin to water, wanting to run my tongue over those sensitive mounds, pull more sounds of ecstasy from her throat, squeeze and worship the full, pert mounds.  Mike’s eyes still fixated on me, capturing me again each time Laura’s body rose and fell.

“Cum.”

Her dress fell to the floor in a puddle as Mike raised her off the bed.  He rested her head on his shoulder and positioned her legs on either side of him, leaving her kneeling, her sex fully on display to me.  His show of physical strength impressive, especially given how much Laura was flailing in the throes of passion.  Her thighs were covered with her fluids, her nether lips glistened as her stiffened clit pulsed, wet and slick.  My body reacted in kind.  I could feel myself dampening the more I watched Laura.

“Cum.  Cum hard for me.  Cum again and again and again…”

He continued to speak, repeating his instruction with an increasing pace and firmer tone, even though I was sure her screams made her unable to hear him.  It was like he was fucking her with his words.  Eventually, he didn’t even have to say anything, she just kept orgasming.  Each climax drew louder cries, more frantic thrusts, more liquid spilling from her naked cunt.  As she squirmed and squirted and screamed, he laid her on the bed and knelt in front of me.

“All you have to do is say one word, Detective.  One simple syllable that will secure your path to obedience and euphoria beyond your wildest dreams.  Until that word passes your lips, and you consent, every breath you take will only drive your need higher, your skin burning without touch.  Every act of passion you witness in this room, by sight or sound, even smell, will drive you towards desperation.  Every second you resist, you only torture yourself.  So, whenever you’re ready…just say ‘yes’.”

As if orchestrated, his speech ended just as Laura went still, unable to endure another wave of pleasure.  It was overwhelmingly quiet, after the noise and movement of her multiple releases.  Mike stroked my cheek in the pregnant calm, then rose and checked on Laura, making sure she was breathing and comfortable.

“Good girl.”  He kissed her head again, whispering in that same loving tone, then walked around behind me.  The words rang in my ears, and I felt a sob rise in my throat.  The desperation to have him say those words to me, knowing his eyes would radiate with pleased pride, knowing the phrase would mean I had fulfilled his orders, knowing that my insatiable hunger would be sated, was more than I could bear.  I felt the absence of his stare like a personal grief, his disregard like a physical cut, and his physical distance like a deep magnetic pull, shifting my priorities from my own wellbeing to serving his desires, in any and all capacities. 

I heard the rustle of fabric and the tie in my mouth, now sopping wet with drool, was removed.  I swallowed, opening and closing my mouth to loosen my jaw, but remaining silent, not trusting myself to speak.  Laura’s limp, naked frame lay on the bed, her skin still flushed from her last orgasm.  Mike moved into the bathroom, and I heard the tap turn on.  A few moments later, he called for Laura to join him.  She sat up immediately, eyes staring through me as her body righted itself and stood.  Her gait was slow, but she didn’t stumble as she sauntered to follow him, leaving me alone with my sex throbbing and every inch of me starting to join it.

I’m not sure how long they were in the shower, but it seemed like an eternity.  It seemed even longer as the noise of their wet bodies slapping against each other, their moans rising in quick bursts, his salacious words and her eager affirmations, added to my discomfort.  I could only imagine their union, Laura’s breasts pressed against the cool tile wall as he forced her up against it and entered her from behind, her wet skin dripping with water, her fragrant juices and his seed running down her legs.  I could practically feel the staccato rhythm of his firm, girthy shaft plunging deeper and deeper into her willing and needy hole.  It sounded rough and dirty, and I regretted nothing more than being unable to watch it happen, much less participate.

As if they were alone, he drew her into the main part of the room, toweling them both off as they stroked and caressed each other.  Long, passionate kisses interrupted his careful, loving attentions, but I could see how deeply he considered her comfort, like a pure bred being groomed for its next show.  She responded in kind, like a well-loved pet, pampered and trained to live or die at her master’s pleasure.  Their bodies glowed from exertion, in peak physical form.  Meanwhile, I writhed in agony, grinding against my bonds and the slim rise at the front of the chair, its hard but gentle slope doing more to exacerbate my frustration than alleviate it.  I had lost the ability to care if they saw what I was doing, but I still refused to voice my surrender.

I stared openly, feeling no shame.  There was no need for his gaze to captivate me any longer.  The web had been spun, and I had flown to it like a moth to a flame.  There was no question that I would break, that his power over me would become complete.  It was only a matter of time until I gave in.  How long could I last?  How long could my body and mind fight the temptation and relief of his diabolical arrangement?  What would drive me past my point of no return and give him full and utter control?

They moved to the bed, returning to their positions from earlier in the evening, but without their clothing.  He guided Laura’s head down towards his stiff cock, leaning back on his elbows just enough to watch her renew her lathing tongue at his center, now on his naked flesh.  A low moan rumbled in his throat as he pulled her hair back into ponytail in his grip, giving him control over her speed and position.  Her eyes closed and she rocked in time to the movement of her lips and tongue, their chorus of pleasure growing louder until she finally slid her pink tongue all the way to his tip and then plunged him into her throat, taking him all the way to the base, far deeper than I would have expected, and all the hotter for it.  Her head bobbed, slowly at first, then with growing speed and intensity, her body beautiful as she rose up on her knees and slipped a hand between her legs, drawing a moan from all of us.

I saw the grin on his face spread when he caught the noise from my chair, but he didn’t look at me, only concentrated harder on the feel of Laura’s mouth.  With her hand quickly speeding over her mound, the wet sound of her nether lips once again squirting her pleasure over her hand, he pushed his length into her throat faster and harder.  Her muscles constricted around his enormous dick, choking on the girth until his hips tensed, his back arched, and he held her firmly in place.  She was in no position to fight him, kneeling and plunging her fingers deeper into her core as she came again.  She swallowed, hungrily, as Mike joined her, his seed pumping down her gullet as he moaned in ecstasy.  I wanted to taste it with her, to drown in it, to kiss her in the hopes of a single drop transferring to my empty, hungry holes.  It was too much.

“Yes!”  I screamed as I came, my juices flowing fast and hard as my cunt throbbed, empty but still attempting to milk a thick and weighty load into my womb.  As my lips formed the word I had struggled so hard against, I felt my mind slipping beneath the crushing weight of my release.  The world was a black void of pleasure and Mike’s eyes, and the louder I screamed, the more often I cried out my assent, the harder I came.  Of course, the harder I came, the further I fell into ecstasy, and under his command.

It was an eternity that lasted only a moment, mostly because I couldn’t tell the difference.  He hadn’t told me to.  I was in a perfect state of empty liminal blankness.  I was a blank slate, happy to wait for Mike to pick me up and put me to task.  I had no worries, no desires, no purpose but the uses to which I hadn’t yet been put.  It was amazing to feel so fulfilled but have no actions to perform.  The freedom of my bondage was baffling in its enormous possibilities and concurrent singular demand.  Between the bliss and the blankness, I heard him speaking, felt his hand in my hair, gentle and soft.  His voice rang clear as he initiated his control.  “Obey.”

“Yes.”  My mouth moved of its own accord, or seemed to.  I knew my mind and body were still connected, still communicating via the regular biological pathways, but I was only allowed to view the cause and effect of that relationship.  Now that I had given my permission, a shortcut had been erected between Mike’s orders and my entire being.  Emotions, movement, even thought, were now guided by his desires, instead of my own.  It was a strange feeling, but one that compensated me with a sense of contentment and simple acceptance that I had only dreamed of.  I attempted to think about one of my other open cases, and though I could recall details and next steps I had planned, I simply lost interest before I could form a cohesive instruction to my body or move forward in analyzing or contextualizing the things that I knew. 

Instead of feeling frustrated, I felt relieved.  If there were tasks or questions or puzzles, they would be dealt with when I was told.  When that happened, I was confident I would handle them just as capably as I had before, but now I would add Mike’s suggestions to my normal responses, adjusting to meet any criteria he laid out before me.  Nothing he requested would refute my knowledge or morals.  That’s just how it would be.  Though there was no way for me to know this was true, I did, and it delighted me.  Why had I waited so long before accepting his guidance?  It was so easy, so simple.

“Good girl.”  I shivered, a wave of rapture erupting through my body.  I had done well.  As quickly as the sensation had come, it passed, and I returned to my neutral, ready state.  “Laura.  Would you….”  Words drifted around me.  I enjoyed the sound, because it came from Mike, but the instructions were not for me.  I didn’t need to pay attention to them.  I felt hands near me, registered the removal of the soft bonds from my limbs, but had no opinion on the matter.  I hadn’t been told what opinion to have, so I didn’t need one.

My chin was tilted up towards a standing figure.  Mike’s eyes looked down at me and I blushed, warmth radiating through my core.  He smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine roughly.  I smiled, but neither pulled away nor leaned into his affections.  His throat made a soft purr and my expression didn’t change, only my eyes tracked to his, floating in nothingness and the comfort of his gaze.  A sting echoed across my face, and I found myself looking at the door to the hotel, the wall, and the drawn curtains, but I remained unphased.  Pain registered, but only a remnant of the sensation reached me in my rapturous stupor.  I could hear Mike chuckling, mixing with the ringing in my ears, and more words flitting through the room with no more effect on me than dust settling in the air.

“Good girl.”  I heard the phrase and the jolt of pleasurable affinity coursed through me again, even though I wasn’t sure what I had done right this time.  Hands moved near me, sometimes soft and caressing, sometimes sharp and painful, though I reacted to neither.  There were more words I didn’t need to understand.  Time passed, without boredom or impatience.  Nothing was required of me, so I became nothing.  Every so often, Mike’s eyes would loom before me, and I would fall deeper into the cloudy fog of submission, each layer more euphoric and comforting than the last.  I became aware, as Mike explained to me, that he had certain standing commands and phrases that would help us understand each other better, given my agreement to his offer.

Obedience was the first, obviously.  I had already agreed to obey him, it was only natural.  When I was obeying him, he would know I had understood him by saying ‘I hear and obey.’  I’d seen Laura do that and could easily comply.  Other instructions would come up as we deepened my devotion.  He would make me aware of the proper responses then.  No need to worry about them now.  That seemed logical, as well.  I didn’t even have to watch out for the new situations.  He was taking all the burden on himself!  I beamed as he stroked my hair and I nodded, using my new response for the first time.

“I hear and obey.”  Hearing it from my own lips was enough to make me wet again, but that didn’t matter, because he hadn’t told me it did.  This was pure bliss.  It must be.  More time passed, I’m sure, but I was only cognizant of my own happiness.  Eventually, Mike knelt before me, his handsome face once again becoming my world as he spoke to me, softly.

“Detective.  I’m going to tell you to sleep.  When I do, you will forget everything that happened after you left your car this evening.  You will wake, certain your slumber occurred naturally while waiting for Laura to emerge from her mysterious rendezvous.  You will not remember you have agreed to serve me, or be subject to my commands, until you hear me call you ‘My Good Girl’.  At those words, you will return to your current state, obedient, aroused, and completely mine.  Do you understand, Ms. Lange?”

“I hear and obey.”  Though the task was more complex, it would be easy to follow.  Knowing it could be done gave me another boost of positive feelings, an extra blanket of protection from the harsh realities of the world outside this room, outside of Mike’s eyes.

“Good girl.”  This time his kiss was long and heated.  His hands cupped my breasts through my clothes and my body responded eagerly to his touch.  “Now sleep.”