Halfway through the night, she turned on the light of her phone and turned to me.

“Are you awake?”

Of course I was. My mind raced with ideas. I wanted to do so many things to Mallory…I wanted to absolutely twist her mind completely. I felt high on power. There was so much I could do to her.

“Yeah,” I nodded, and kissed her neck.

She purred in appreciation…but slid away.

“I have something I want to tell you.”

“Okay. Sure. Lay it on me.”

“I…I’m really trusting you with this, okay?”

“Of course. You trust me, don’t you?”

Again, her face shaded slightly. “I trust you, Victor. I trust you more than anyone.”

God, that made my cock hard. She had almost a physical change when she said the same sort of that I tranced her to say. Her eyes went slightly glassy, her voice just slightly robotic. She didn’t seem to notice. In fact, I’m not sure anybody would. The only reason I did was because I knew what was happening.

“I want to be a slave, Victor.”

“…oh yeah?”

It took me a minute to process what she was saying. I hadn’t even considered the possibility. I mean, in some ways, I was making her a slave. But I honestly felt that I was just accentuating feelings she had already. Sort of.

Okay, I was giving her a lot of feelings. And god, wasn’t it wonderful.

But still! What she was talking about was not something I had mentioned in the slightest.

“I really, really do. I…sexually, I mean. Not like, in real life, really. Wearing a collar all day and walking around on my hands and knees behind you in airports. But sexually. I love to be dominated. I love being told what to do. I love…being the subject of a man’s will. A Master’s will. Or even beyond that.”

“Beyond that?”

She was deep in thought now.

“Being not just the subject of his will, but the vehicle of it. Knowing that his every desire, his every need, is living and breathing in me. That everything I do is, in some way or another, giving him what he wants.”

I gulped. “Oh.”

“I just never really had a strong man in my life, you know? My dad, he fucked off when I was barely five. Just long enough for me to miss him. And then my brother died when I was twelve. So, it was just my mom and I until I was eighteen…and then she died too.”

“I’m sorry.”

It felt like such a lame thing to say, but it was all I could come up with.

“I’m telling you this because…I feel really close to you. Because I trust you. Totally. And I want you to be close to me. And I want you to trust me.”

“I do. I am.”

“And I want you to know that, if I’m your girlfriend, that’s something that you’ll have to be open to.”

“Okay.”

I was still a little too surprised to come up with any sort of real response. I think she thought I didn’t like what I was hearing.

“I don’t expect you to jump all over it right away. I know you’re shy. But I do…I want you to know that’s there. That it’s what I want, okay? You deserve to know that.”

“Thank you. I’m glad to know it. I want…”

She gripped me harder, then. I knew my next words would be critical for her.

“I want to be that for you. I think it might take some time, like you said. But I’m all for it. Completely.”

Her legs sank into mine. I could feel the heat of her cunt on my thigh.

“Really? I’m not just…pushing it on you? You don’t want it just because I’m hot?”

“Well…you being hot helps. I love how hot you are.” I couldn’t help myself—that got the intended response, with a small shudder of delight in her body. I’m not even sure she noticed it. “But yeah, I want that. I’ve always wanted it, I think. I just…I didn’t think it was possible.”

And soon, I’d be able to dominate her in more ways than she could have ever imagined. I would make her the complete slave in every way.

She kissed me, sending soft little “thank you”s into my ear as we slid back down to the ground.

“God, you’re hard,” she said, gripping my cock. “What a fucking stud you are. Do you want a handjob, finally?”

I did. I knew that, without her sucking me off or fucking me, she wouldn’t trance…but I was out of ideas for that at the moment anyway. I nodded, and she was already sliding her hand up and down my shaft.

“Just for my Master,” she purred, holding me tight to her body and stroking me off. “Just for Him. His good slave…obeys…”

Her hand moved slow at first, a long deliberate drag from base to tip that made my toes curl against the floor. Her fingers were warm and sure, nothing tentative about them. She had done this before, clearly, and she knew exactly what she was doing with that knowledge.

“Good?” she said softly, her lips brushing the corner of my jaw.

“Very good.”

“Tell me what you want.”

The words came out of her mouth in a low, private murmur, her breath warm against my ear. Her thumb rolled over the head of my cock on the upstroke, catching the wet bead forming there, and I made a sound I was not entirely proud of.

“Keep going,” I said. “Exactly like that.”
She smiled against my cheek. I could feel the shape of it. Her grip tightened just slightly, finding the pressure that made my hips shift forward without my permission, and she laughed very quietly at that, a private satisfied sound.

“There it is,” she said.

Her stroke settled into a rhythm. Unhurried, precise, deliberate. She wasn’t rushing toward anything. She was taking her time the way someone takes their time with something they enjoy, something they want to last. Her fingers adjusted their angle on the downstroke, and the sensation rolled up through my stomach and into my chest.

“Mallory—“

“Shh.” Her free hand pressed flat against my chest, pushing me gently back down. “Let me. Master. Please?”

I groaned. That word in her mouth—Master—landed somewhere below rational thought. My whole body answered it before my brain had the chance to weigh in.

Her grip shifted. She brought her other hand into it now, both palms working in a slow opposing roll, one twisting up while the other slid down, and the sensation was so layered and complete that my vision went slightly soft at the edges. She seemed to understand my cock in the way a musician understands an instrument they have spent years with, knowing exactly where to press and where to ease off, reading every involuntary twitch and breath as feedback.

“You like that, Master?”

“God, yes.”

“Tell me, Master…” Her voice was still low and even, but there was something underneath it now, something that had weight and heat to it. Her lips dragged along the line of my jaw and down to my throat. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“It feels—“ I swallowed hard as her thumb circled the underside of my head, a slow deliberate grind of pressure that made my hips jerk upward. “It feels like I’m losing my mind.”

She made a soft pleased sound against my neck. Her lips parted and she pressed her teeth gently into the tendon there, not hard enough to hurt, hard enough to feel. My cock pulsed in her hands and she felt it immediately, her grip responding, a slight quickening of the pace.

“You’re so hard,” she breathed, almost involuntarily, her voice dropping to something reverent and hushed. “God, you’re so fucking hard. I can’t believe you’re mine to touch. That I get to do this.”

Her hands moved with renewed purpose, both of them working together in that slow opposing roll, and I could feel the heat radiating off her face as she pressed it into my neck.

“You’re perfect,” she said. Not flirtatiously. Sincerely, the way you say something you’ve been thinking for a long time and finally stopped fighting. “I mean it. You’re exactly what I always wanted and I didn’t even know what that was until right now.”

Her hips shifted against my thigh. I noticed it first as a subtle pressure, then as unmistakable intent. The heat of her cunt, still slick from everything we’d done earlier, pressed against my leg and dragged slowly forward. Her pussy spasmed constantly. She caught herself doing it, and rather than stop, she did it again, more deliberately this time.

“Sorry,” she whispered, not sounding sorry at all. “I can’t help it. This is just—“ another slow grind, her breath catching, “—this is everything I ever wanted. Just to serve you. Just to make you feel good. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.”

Her pace quickened slightly, her grip firming, and I felt the wet smear of her arousal against my thigh increase with every small roll of her hips. She gasped.

“I’m going to…oh god. Master.” Her hips spasmed. “Master, please. With me. Master…Master please…”

Her whole body seized against mine, a broken, helpless cry tearing out of her throat that she buried fast into my shoulder. I felt her cunt clench hard against my thigh, flooding warmth, her hips stuttering and losing their rhythm entirely as the orgasm took her apart.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her face down.

She took me without hesitation, mouth stretching wide, the sounds coming out of her nose desperate and high. Her body was still shaking, thighs still clenching, tears from the force of her orgasm smearing against my hip as she swallowed me down to the root.

I came immediately. Hard, heavy, absolute. My fist tightened in her hair and I held her there while I unloaded, pulse after pulse, her throat working to swallow everything as her own orgasm continued rolling through her in long, diminishing waves.

She clung to my thighs with both hands, trembling.

When it was done, she stayed there. Forehead resting against me, breathing hard, fingers still gripping.

I could have spoken. I knew what would happen if I did. The trance was right there, waiting, and I could have poured anything I wanted into it.

I said nothing, resisted the urge to re-write her mind until it was entirely wrapped around serving her new Master’s cock. That would all come in time…and I would hate to alter a sweet moment like what she just gave me.

I just stroked her hair until her breathing slowed and we both drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

The plan was, of course, for the two of us to wake up early like we had the day before and run and shower and change clothes before the store was due to open.

What we hadn’t planned on, however, was just how fucking comfortable it was to snuggle up and sleep next to your brand-new girlfriend or boyfriend (not to mention, in Mallory’s case, her brand-new true love). I wouldn’t have traded the feeling of her loving arms around me for anything.

What we also hadn’t planned on was Dawn walking in an hour before the store opened.

And of course, all of that happened. So now, two days in a row, Dawn knew without a doubt that we were treating the bookstore as our personal fuck space.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, seeing us on the floor. “Don’t you two have apartments? Like, one for both of you? You know you can fuck on a bed, right?”

Neither of us had the wherewithal to say anything. Her entry had woken both of us from a very deep sleep.

“Fine. You know what? Fine. Go ahead and fuck. I don’t care. We’re going out of business anyway. I’ll pay you as I can, but…the both of you ought to look for something new.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that short of a miracle, we’re not going to be open past the end of this month, okay? That’s what I mean. I mean there’s just no money anymore. All right?”

But there would be. I held Mallory close to me, feeling the softness of her skin on mine. There would be money coming into this store, and I knew how to make it happen.