Chapter 13

Theo was alone. Leaving after the others meant he arrived home expecting Sam to be there. She wasn’t. He assumed she’d be back later, and in the meantime, he felt stressed, and a little confused. The fresh air outside the bar jarred him from the blissful thoughts he’d been having about Aisling since he first saw her. Flashes of fantasies and fetishes slipped away, replaced by fear as he walked back to the Circuit, skyscrapers and shimmering glass giving way to urban decay, graffiti, and desolation. He had been so stupid. The screen in CaliaCorp headquarters, then her, Aisling, being able to exercise such power over him. The trance she put him under came on in seconds, and he had absolutely no idea. Powerless. That couldn’t happen again, that feeling.

He lay down on his bed, and absent-mindedly pulled the card Aisling gave him from his pocket.

Aisling Sugars

Senior Manager - Acquisition & Retention

CaliaCorp HQ

KL5-777-33-99

Theo had no idea what her job title meant; it was corporate nonsense. The scent of the card mattered more. Roses. Floral, fragrant, fresh. An aroma that sent his mind back to Aisling standing over him on the steps, her flawless skin, her perfectly toned legs, those eyes, that cascading, flowing mane of fiery hair. She was the embodiment of a powerful, sexual woman.

She was his biggest fantasy.

Theo tried to imagine himself with her, taking her home and pinning her to his bed. He saw himself grabbing her and throwing her onto the mattress, trapping her beneath his body. His hand moved up her leg, revealing delicious thigh and grasping at her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Next, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

Aisling of course would be so excited, grabbing his head and pulling him to her to plant delirious kisses on his lips and cheeks before moving to his neck. Meanwhile Theo imagined his hardening cock bursting from his underwear as he peeled them off. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly stroke it to the fantasy.

The idea of being on top of her, of pressing his weight down on her, feeling himself enter her, slowly, teasing, letting her tightness envelop him before starting to pump in and out, watching her eyes roll back and her mouth open as her back began to arch and he pushed deeper inside. With his other hand he lifted her card to his nose and took a long, deep breath. As he did, the fantasy began to grow stronger. Aisling’s legs rose and wrapped around his body, her ankles pressing into his lower back as he groaned with pleasure. He could see himself looking down into her eyes and losing himself in them a little before lowering himself to meet her in a deep, passionate kiss. Her taste, the feeling of her tongue against his, her fingers grasping his back, nails scraping his skin, it felt so good. Theo stroked himself faster and took another whiff of the card, of that wonderful scent of roses. It felt like that smell washed over his brain, coursing through his veins, and pouring down into his cock. It felt incredible.

The fantasy felt incredible too, Aisling becoming physical. Pulling him close to her. Their chests pressed together, her legs clamping tighter and then, suddenly, her rolling over to pin Theo beneath her. He smiled at the thought. She placed a hand on his chest and dug her nails in. Even if it was a fantasy, he felt it, a sharp, sudden pain that made his hips thrust upward and deeper inside her. She smiled, looking down at him with the most delightfully evil smirk. He could almost hear her speak.

“What shall we do with you?”

Theo wanted to respond but, in his fantasy, Aisling pulled off her shirt and revealed a green bra that matched the shade of her eyes. It was velvet and soft and her pale skin had a trail of freckles leading down into her cleavage.

“That’s it, stare,” she said.

Theo found it hard to tell the difference between the fantasy and the reality of being alone in his room, masturbating over a woman on top of him. He wanted to throw her back down beneath him or bend her over the bed and fuck her senseless from behind, maybe even spank her, have her thank him for it. He tried to imagine her calling him ‘Daddy’ but all he could hear was ‘good boy’.

That should have made him stop, but the image of Aisling on top of him, riding him, holding him down and digging her claws deeper if he tried to move sent him into raptures of lust. He felt the edge coming and let himself enjoy the fantasy. It was ok, once in a while, to not be in charge. Wasn’t it? Aisling was so strong too, so powerful. Those legs were so hard and tight, her body lithe and limber. Like a dancer, or a gymnast. She could overpower him if she wanted. Did he want that? It didn’t matter anymore, he just wanted to fuck her, for her to fuck him. To be entwined with her legs and feel her smooth skin sliding against his, to feel her tight, wet pussy squeezing his cock and squeezing every thought out of his mind. That’s what he wanted.

The edge came and Theo was ready to give in and go over it, and in his fantasy, he looked up at Aisling, who bit her lip and then spoke.

“Only good boys get to cum.”

Theo felt confused, but the image seemed so strong, so powerful, that he was willing to go along with it. She raised her eyebrow, a devious grin on her face.

“Well? Are you a good boy?”

He didn’t know what to do, to say. He was supposed to be dominant; he did not want this. Did not want to act submissive just to orgasm but he needed it, so badly. He kept desperately pumping his cock and riding an edge that wouldn't end. The smell of roses flooded his senses. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t just cum. Why was his fantasy betraying him? Should he just speak? Should he say it? He didn’t want to tell her that, he wanted to push her onto her back and cum on her chest. He wanted to explode on her face. Didn’t he?

“Oh, sorry baby,” Aisling said in his fantasy, “looks like you get nothing.”

She pulled back and he felt an incredible rush of pleasure as she slid along his shaft and over the head of his cock, then away. He fantasised about her buttoning her shirt back up, straightening her skirt, and fixing her hair.

It didn’t make sense. She was so beautiful. A goddess. Why couldn’t he treat her like he wanted? Theo looked down to see his hand had stopped moving and his cock had grown soft. No orgasm. He hated being denied, so why had he done it to himself? His fantasy burst like a bubble, and she was gone. All that remained was frustration, regret that he didn’t just say what she wanted him to, and the scent of roses wafting slowly away.