Chapter 33

“Where are you?” Aisling asked. She held a phone to her ear in the CaliaCorp lobby.

“I’m in the square outside”.

She looked out. Theo stood at the base of the steps that led to CaliaCorp’s gigantic headquarters. “You’re not exactly being inconspicuous, are you? Walk around the side of the building, there’s a goods entrance. I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Aisling hung up the phone and walked through a door from the lobby and into a corridor lined with pipes, all hissing steam and thumping. Her heels clicked along the concrete floor as she passed by doors labeled with ‘electrical substation one’ or ‘maintenance supplies’. This was the unglamourous, unsexy part of the operation. It was also one of the few places to get some privacy from the huge staff at work in the building. Processes were largely automated for manual work.

She arrived at a large area filled with pallets of boxes, yellow lines painted on the floor and a huge sliding door painted white. Aisling pressed a button on the wall, sending the door creaking and scratching across the ground, opening to the street outside. Theo waited right at the centre of the entrance, chest heaving, shoulders moving up and down, covered in sweat..

“Get inside,” Aisling ordered.

Theo walked into the building and Aisling pushed the button again, sending the door back to where it started.

“Where are they?” barked Theo.

“Different floors. Ben is back to work in marketing, your friend Trish is in one of the studio sets, and Marc is up in IT.”

“And Sam?”

“I have no idea.”

Theo walked to one of the pallets and punched a box with a low jab. “Fuck, so they’re all here? They’re all getting their brains rewired or something?”

“Theo, calm down,” Aisling said.

He took a breath and faced her, feeling immediately relaxed. The soft scent of rose was barely noticeable in the loading bay, but it still met his nostrils.

“I need to find Sam.”

“She’ll show up sooner or later, but you need to be smart about this. You can’t just barge in here and fight your way to your friends. You’ll end up in a cell before you can reach the second floor.”

Theo’s anger felt too sharp, too raw to stay subdued for long. He hated how little control was left over the situation. All they had to do was not go to CaliaCorp at all. They should have left Ben alone. Why were they all drawn to the place?

“I don’t have any way in, other than you, so you need to start helping me, or I’m going to go punch something more important than that fucking box.”

“Theo,” Aisling said, “It’s going to be ok, come with me.”

She didn’t wait for him, turning on her heels and marching further into the corridor. Theo followed. He found his eyes wandering to her body, her swaying hips and toned ass, as she zipped left and right through a maze of pipes and vents and rooms. After a while, she arrived at a cargo lift and pushed the call button.

“I’m taking you upstairs. Don’t make a scene. Don’t do anything stupid. You understand me?” Aisling said in a commanding tone.

Theo nodded. “Ok, fine.”

The lift arrived and the doors opened. Aisling stepped inside and Theo followed. She pushed a button and it began to ascend.

“I’m serious, Theo, they’ll know instantly if you’re going to cause trouble. You won’t have a second to fight. There’s no resistance here.”

“I get it.”

“Do you?” she said, stepping closer to him.

Now he could smell her perfume clearly. It brought back memories of his time alone, his fantasies, and his desperation. His cock hardened.

“Yes, Aisling.”

“Good,” she replied, placing a hand on his arm. “You need to stay with me, ok?”

The lift stopped and the doors opened. Aisling released his arm and walked out of the lift, Theo moved quickly behind her. She led him past several rooms he could see into via two-way glass. Studio spaces for shooting the softcore TV shows that were so popular on CaliaCorp’s media network.

“Is this where Trish is?” Theo asked.

He was no longer looking at Aisling, instead his eyes were drawn to a scene playing out in one of the studios. It looked like one he had seen before, one very familiar. In fact, it looked as though it might be the next episode. A tall woman in business attire sat at her desk, with her feet up on it. A man, the same man as the video Theo watched before, knelt in front of her, suckling on her toe as he stroked himself. Cameras dotted around the room captured everything and Theo felt himself growing hard again.

“No, this isn’t where Trish is,” Aisling said, “now hurry up, stop gawping.”

She stopped outside the door to an empty studio and reached inside, flicking a switch that stopped people outside seeing in.

“Come in,” she said.

Theo followed her into the room, decorated like a bedroom with an erotic, boudoir feel. The bed was covered in green silk sheets, and a pink velvet chair stood close to it. On nightstands on either side were lamps shaped like corsets exuding soft, warm light. On the wall above the bed hung a painting which depicted a red-haired woman, nude, standing on a plinth, as if she were a statue, surrounded by men bowed and kneeling, praying to her.

“Ok,” Aisling said as she shut the door, “are you ready to calm down?”

Theo glanced around the room. Candles were lit, and incense burned with that familiar scent. Roses. Softly wafting around, smoke billowing in the air, filled with the aroma. It made him feel dizzy, but he needed to focus, needed to concentrate on why he came.

“No. I’m not,” he snarled with shaking hands. “I came to find my friends, and I’m not leaving without them.”

“But Theo,” Aisling said, “you don’t understand.”

She stood at the foot of the bed, her red hair matching the hair of the woman in the painting. Her body was the same shape.

“What?” Theo said, still standing close to the door. “What don’t I understand? Because to me it’s all perfectly clear.”

“Is it?” she asked, peeling off her suit jacket. “You seem to think your friends don’t want to be here.”

Though distracted by Aisling removing her jacket and the fact she had one too many buttons open on her blouse, Theo brimmed with anger. That was enough to stop him falling into the feelings he lost himself in when he fantasised.

“They don’t.”

“Are you sure?” Aisling asked, running a hand down the lapel of her green blouse to her heaving cleavage, “they all came here willingly.”

Theo looked away from her. Why was she acting that way? She should be helping him. “They came to find Ben. It’s not the same.”

“Ben came willingly too. Are you so sure your friends wouldn’t be happier here than in your little slum?”

Theo looked back at Aisling to find she had removed her blouse and stared at him with just her skirt, tights, heels, and a silky green bra on. Her big breasts seemed to be trying to escape over the balcony of it, soft milky flesh spilling toward him. He blinked three times, as if trying to check he was awake.

“Maybe you decided to come willingly too,” she whispered, caressing her decolletage.

His mind reeled at the vision of his fantasy before him, but Theo steeled himself. He was strong. “No, I didn’t come willingly.”

“I suppose you didn’t. You wanted to come, though, didn’t you?”

His cock stirred, his cheeks flushed red. “Yes, but only to help my friends.”

“Nothing you wanted, Theo?” Aisling said in a breathy voice as she walked toward him and draped her arm over his shoulder.

“N-no,” he stammered, her scent making his head spin.

“Well, you are such a big, strong man, aren’t you?”

She removed her arm and walked to the bed, placing her hands down on it and looking back at Theo. “Why don’t you show me how strong you are?”

Her behind sticking out, her long legs stretched into her heels, her come-hither stare, it was enough to make Theo forget what he was doing. The animal part of his mind told him to go to her, to tear down her skirt, rip open her tights and fuck her senseless. Another part told him to kneel down behind her and kiss her perfect ass until she told him to stop. Then there was the logical side, the smart side, the side he knew he should listen to, imploring him, desperately, to see the danger, see that something was not right. To see that this woman was not helping him anymore.

He ignored it and walked to her, placing his hands on her hips and pressing his stiff cock against her ass cheeks.

“So powerful, aren’t you Theo?” she said. “You could overpower me, have your way with me so easily.”

Theo grunted. He could. He reached for the waistband of her skirt.

“But you won’t.”

He froze. He fully intended to unzip it, pull it down, and push Aisling onto the bed, but he found himself rigid and unmoving.

“That’s right, good boy. You’re strong, but you don’t really want to be, do you?”

The battle in his mind raged once more. He did want to be strong.

“I do… I want to be strong. I am strong.”

“Oh baby,” she said, pushing her ass into his crotch, “then be strong enough to admit what you really want.”

With her ass pushing into his cock, grinding against it, he only wanted one thing. Needed it.

“I want to cum,” he spat.

“But you can’t, can you?”

“No.”

“Because you need my permission, don’t you?”

Theo’s hips twitched, he wanted to open his pants and take out his cock and push it inside her, to orgasm deep within her, feeling her flesh on his, her wetness. But she was right.

“Yes, Aisling.”

“And do you know how to get it?”

She stood straight and turned to face him, letting his hands stay at her sides as she gracefully spun on the spot. He felt her skin moving against his palms, so soft and warm. She was pale, freckles covered her shoulders and dotted her nose and cheeks, so pretty, so cute, yet her expression was so powerful, dominant. She wore a smirk that spoke of absolute control, that told Theo only one person was truly in charge, truly strong.

“No, I can’t… I can’t fucking cum.”

“Because you only cum,” Aisling said as she leaned close to Theo and whispered in his ear, “if you obey me. Now breathe deep.”

He needed it, so desperately. He couldn’t fight that urge, and the fantasy was so strong and her hair a rose garden.

“Yes, Aisling.”

“Good boy, kneel.”

Theo wanted to resist, wanted to stay strong, but he wanted even more to orgasm for Aisling and his knees agreed. They buckled, and he found himself on the ground, staring up at her.

“Isn’t that better?”

He stared up and into her eyes. There remained a part of him that wanted to say no. That wanted to resist all of this and just fuck her, to show her that he was a man who could take charge.

“Oh, silly boy, those thoughts are no good for you. You’ll never orgasm again with that attitude. Stop resisting. True strength is accepting when you’re wrong, accepting when you can’t win, accepting that your true nature isn’t what you’ve been trying to convince yourself it is. Speak now, and tell me what you think you want.”

“I want to be in charge,” Theo said, looking down at the floor. “I want to take control.”

“But my dear,” Aisling replied, putting a finger under his chin and forcing his gaze to meet her eyes, “you want me far more than that, don’t you?”

Her emerald eyes, her copper hair. The scent of roses. Of course he did.

“Yes, Aisling.”

“So be in control, be in charge. In charge of your own destiny. Choose the life you want. A life at my feet, in my service. Become my personal servant, Theo, and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you have that orgasm.”

Theo’s cock throbbed. His mind felt dull and empty, save for one thought. Yes. Yes Aisling. Yes, I want you. Yes, I need to cum. Yes, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want to get it.

“Yes.”

“What’s that my dear? Are you saying yes, you’ll be mine?”

She still held a finger under his chin. One finger holding him in place, making him stare at her. Was he so weak that he could let that happen?”

“This… this isn’t right… my friends…”

“Are so much happier now they’ve accepted their true nature. Why don’t you? You can be strong and be mine, you know. I can make sure you get to be a strong, powerful man all day long, working for me. You’ll get to flex those big muscles and maybe I’ll let you flex them for me once in a while too. Isn’t that what you want? Big strong man working hard all day and then kneeling at the feet of a powerful woman at night?”

Something clicked. A switch flicked in his mind. Her foot moved over his crotch, softly stroking up his shaft. He did want that.

“Y-yes, Aisling,” he muttered through heavy breaths.

“So desperate for me. Desperate to cum, desperate to please. You’ll show me how strong you are every day, and every night.”

“Yes Aisling,” Theo said again, this time without hesitation, without trepidation.

“And if you do everything, anything I say, you might just get that orgasm today.”

“YES AISLING,” Theo shouted as he felt the tip of her heel caress the tip of his cock.

“Good boy,” she said.