The incident with Minjee needed me to cum more than once to get it out my head. She was so beautiful, and still very much under my control. After I ensured that she woke up from the trance without anyone coming across her dazed form, I rushed out from the back and grabbed Dawn roughly by the arm, pulling her into the office.

“Wheee!” the blonde giggled helplessly, crushing her beautiful form against mine. Her dress rode up her thighs, showing the hot skin beneath.

Not even bothering to ask her or command her, I pulled her still until she was up underneath her own desk and my pants were down to my ankles. She got the idea. Her mouth wrapped around my cock easily, happily. I could feel her body relaxing as she performed the one task beyond all others she knew she was for—pleasing the Man in her life. Her Daddy. Her God.

It took some doing just to believe that I was already hard again, right after cumming like that. But that was happening more and more lately. One of the other latent changes happening to me after so much exercising of my ability.

Power thrummed in every atom of my being. Taking Minjee like that. Corrupting Mallory and showing her exactly what I could do to the other women she saw—what I had done to her. Her arousal from it—that fucking orgasm she had—was beyond my wildest dreams. Did she truly want what I wanted? Had I been able to convince her of the glories of conquering another soul?

Or now that she had cum, would she come to her senses, like I had come to my senses after so many orgasms before? Would she leave town and hope for the best, for the brainwashing to lose its effect?

At that moment, with Dawn’s plush, hot lips wrapped around my cock, I didn’t care. I fucked forward into her face with abandon, practically squatting off the chair to gain extra leverage down her throat. She swallowed, her tight esophagus creating a hot suckling motion on the tip of my dick.

Her hands found my thighs and gripped hard, her rhinestone nails pressing small crescents into my skin through my pants fabric that had bunched at my knees. She had no hesitation, no gag reflex, no instinct left in her body that wasn’t pointed directly at my pleasure. Whatever Dawn had been before—the crossed arms, the cold stare, the speeches about patriarchy and the male gaze delivered from behind her own desk, in her own office, on her own terms—all of it was gone. Replaced with this. Her on her knees in the same spot, the same office, the same desk, and every single atom of her pointed upward at me.

I looked down at her.

Her blond hair had come loose from the neat arrangement Mallory had done for her this morning. Strands of it stuck to her flushed face. Her eyes were open and looking straight up at me, clear and blue and completely, totally empty of anything except the specific and singular desire to keep going.

There was nothing behind those eyes anymore except me. That was the truth of it, and I felt it in my spine like a current.

Dawn had been a complete person once. A full, complicated, difficult, occasionally infuriating person with opinions and a philosophy and a decade-long love affair and a business she had built from nothing. All of that had been real. All of that had mattered to her.

And now it didn’t. Now there was only this.

Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of my shaft as she pulled back slowly, and the deliberate, almost reverent quality of the motion made my jaw tighten. She wasn’t performing. She wasn’t trying to impress me. She simply had no other mode anymore. Pleasing me was not something she did—it was something she was.

I deserved that. The thought arrived clean and certain, without apology. I deserved exactly this.

Not because I had earned it in any conventional sense. Not because I had worked harder or suffered more or proved myself by any standard that the world outside this office would recognize. But because I could do this, and because I had done it, and because the universe had apparently decided that a man who could hollow out a proud, fierce, complicated woman and leave behind something this perfectly, uselessly beautiful deserved to have it.

The logic was circular. I knew that. The logic was the cum talking, probably, the same stuff that had rewritten Dawn’s every value now slowly calcifying something in me as well. But circular logic, when it feels this good, stops feeling like a flaw.

Her mouth moved down again, slow and thorough, and I felt the back of her throat accept me without resistance.

I put one hand flat on the desk above her head and just held it there. Steadying myself. The desk where she had signed checks and written manifestos and fired me, not forty-eight hours ago. The desk where she had looked at me with the contempt that only very beautiful, very certain women can produce—the kind that makes you feel like a stain on a good piece of furniture.

Now the furniture belonged to me. The desk, the office, the store, the woman kneeling under it who was no longer anything more than a living ornament. All of it arranged around me, for me, because of me.

Her cheeks hollowed on the upstroke.

I remember learning in school how Genghis Khan would show up to a city ready to burn it down if it wasn’t already capitulating. He would send heralds of his coming. That was the only chance to surrender.

Other women would have their chance from meeting me. And if they didn’t surrender on their own, like they fucking ought to, I’d take care of the rest. Because looking at what I had done to Dawn, I understood that nothing could stop me.

I didn’t know how long I would last like that—and then Celise stormed inside.

“Re-really,” Lori was protesting, grabbing at her arm, “I think he’s busy, so maybe you shouldn’t—”

“Shut up,” said Celise. Her voice was cool, even though her demeanor riveted with agitation. “I want to talk to you, asshole.”

The desk obfuscated Dawn’s activities entirely. A fan in the room, blowing on high, covered her tiny noises as she worked.

Celise wore a tight, smart navy suit. Her form was long—everything about her was long. Legs. Arms. Fingers. Neck. Torso. I wanted her. That I fucked her ex's throat right in front of her didn't help matters much.

Somehow, I managed to gain my composure. “Of course. That’s only natural. I should have expected. Please, sit down.”

“I’m not doing anything you say. I have questions for you. And Dawn, wherever she is.”

“Of course. Go right ahead.”

Dawn, oblivious, continued to suck me off beneath the desk. I hadn’t ordered her to stop, after all. At least she had the good sense to quiet down a bit. Her Master was talking, after all. I stuffed her mouth further, trying to make sure she stayed that way.

God, but Celise a truly beautiful woman. Like an Amazon poised for battle, ready to destroy anything in her way. Blood rushed to my head and my cock, thinking of her serving me.

More conqueror thoughts. Being some ancient king with her kneeling before my throne. Adorned in golden, skimpy armor—the silly kind you’d see on the covers of fantasy novels or in Japanese video games. Her cunt pulsing with heat as she imagined all the enemies she could vanquish in my name…

“I asked you a question, Victor.”

I smiled. “Sorry. What was it?”

“When did it start? With you and Dawn?”

“Not that long ago.”

“She said she loved you. She said…” I saw her turn away, her jaw tightening. “She said she had always loved you.”

“It was…” I struggled for a story, and also to hold in my joyful laughter as Dawn plunged deeper on my thick meat. “Ha. It was a surprise to me as well, I’ll tell you that. But when she laid it all out, I felt like I couldn’t do anything but go along with her. She’s…ha. Haha.” I banged the table a little bit. “She’s a firecracker.”

“This is funny to you? I’m funny to you?”

Now that I really, really had to not laugh, I had even more trouble holding it in. “Oh. Ohhh.” I shuddered slightly. Precum gushed out of me. Dawn was sliding slow, now, taking her time. “It’s not funny. Really.”

“She told me…she told me she had something to tell me about you. On Saturday. She was really concerned, it sounded like.”

I shrugged. “That seems natural, given the circumstances.”

“Why was she so…so…” Celise shook her head. “She was acting like she barely knew me. Like…a different person. The look in her eyes, when she looked at you…”

I banged my fist down again, pushing forward. Dawn’s strangled, pleasure-filled murmurs were just almost audible. “The thing to do, Detective, is to just leave all of this alone. There’s no happiness waiting for you down this road.”

Her mouth set. All I could think of was filling it until her eyes were white.

“I’m going to check this story with Dawn.”

“I’ve told her not to talk with you,” I said firmly. “I think it’s for the best. She’s rather…broken up about how it all went down. She doesn’t want to see you right now. I don’t think you ought to see her.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t think I can let that stand.”

She stood up and walked back to the door. Apparently, she thought that was it. But I wouldn't let her have the last word.

“The two of us don’t care much about what you think, Detective. I’m sorry. But that’s the way it is. And you know it’s for the best.”

She stopped at the door. Fuck, but her ass was so tight in those pants. I was getting off from her former lesbian lover sucking me off, my thoughts aroused by the sight of her hot-as-hell body. Maybe I was God. There was no one to tell me I wasn’t…and if there was, I could change their minds.

“I’ve heard Dawn talk about you, you know. Before this.”

“Is that a fact?” I laughed again. So close to cumming now.

I felt untouchable. Giddy.

“She said you were nothing. A nobody. Destined for nothing.”

I leaned harder into Dawn’s mouth, pumping slightly with my hips. Just out of Celise's sight.

“A good story,” I said. “To fool you into thinking nothing was happening.”

“I guess so.”

She stepped out from the office and back into the store. I saw her shaking her head in the stacks, searching for meaning. Just as I thought I was rid of her and the trouble she represented for a while, Mallory appeared again—back from wherever it was she had gone. They stood in my door together—my would-be nemesis and my quandary-riding-slave, both ethereal in their beauty.

“Can I talk with you, Detective?”

Mallory flashed me a wink. She was so pretty, so devious, so conniving and manipulative, that I couldn’t imagine what she had in store for me.

I came down Dawn’s tight, hot bimbo throat. Her gorgeous body orgasmed beneath me, her body shuddering, covered in load after load of my cum. Tranced, eyes totally white, she licked it up automatically, taking long gobs off her fingers in an automatic reaction to its closeness. By the time my thoughts were making sense again, Mallory and Celise were gone.

It was all very clear, suddenly. What I had to do. The power was mine. It was stupid to deny it so much. I could use it at least to preserve this perfection—Dawn on her knees where she belonged, Mallory cumming as she watched me owning gorgeous women for my nefarious purposes. I could protect that. I could keep it.

“I need you to listen to me, Dawn. I have a very special assignment for you...”