They’d made it back to her apartment, buzzed off of a couple drinks each at the bar. It was only their third date, but Anne was just absolutely hooked on him.

Sam had slipped his hand down to cup her ass on the crowded train back, cornering her into the doors so no one could see the way she tipsily shifted her hips into his palm. He’d leaned his lips into the back of her neck as she giggled shyly, trying to hide her face.

They were so, so on.

“Can’t stand how good you look in that dress,” Sam said, taking off his jacket as she locked the door behind them. Anne gave a little smile and flirtatious shift of her body, and let his eyes travel over her.

He didn’t say anything, just walked towards her, closing the gap until he was right there, inches away. His hand came up to her face, cupped her cheek, then moved to her chin, tilting it up.

Anne looked up at him, the eye contact striking and deliciously tense. Her breaths felt shallow and hot. Sam looked like he wanted to kiss her, or…

“Are you done using your silly little mind for today?” he murmured.

She made a little noise and felt her posture weaken. His hand on her face suddenly felt so much more obvious, the way that it was keeping her there, the way that his thumb pressed in, and the way that her attention was drawn into his touch and his eyes.

He wanted to hypnotize her, and she loved that even more than kissing him.

“I -- yeah…” she whispered.

“You’re going to go really deep for me,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. Her body was already anticipating the feeling of him taking control of her, heat blooming inside, and now so aware of the feeling of darkness behind her eyes as they started to blink.

“Just keep staring, sweetie,” he said, low, “I know you loved moving your pretty body to get my attention at the bar, but it’s going to give into me now. It’s going to stop doing what you tell it, now.”

Her awareness on her own shape transformed into something dreamlike and tenuous as she felt her muscles relax, like they were just slightly numbed to her, tingling pleasantly.

“That’s right,” Sam murmured, noticing her shoulders slumping. “Like a little puppet. Little puppet body all ready to obey me, and that makes your brain feel so good. It makes your brain start to get all simple and fuzzy because of how thoroughly you feel like I’m taking control of you, so quickly. It knows that; it believes that, and it loves believing that.”

Anne felt her lips part as the velvety dark feeling swelled inside of her head, stunting her thoughts into soft impulses. Her eyelids fluttered over her glassy eyes.

“So fast,” Sam murmured. “What a good girl, going so deep, so fast, and going deeper now as you get sucked into the deepest parts of yourself, as your mind gets so settled and subdued, just this hot, quiet, waiting feeling… Ready to do what I say.”

It was like a hum in her body and brain, not impatient, just easily anticipating his next words.

“Tell me you’re a deep, obedient girl.”

“I’m a deep, obedient girl,” she breathed, as though the words were just automatically pulled from her, with no effort.

“That’s right,” he said. “And you can feel the control I have closing in over you, just covering you as you become more perfectly hypnotized, like a spell I’m casting on your puppet body and mind…”

Her vision swam and darkened around the edges until she felt like looking through a piece of shaded glass.

“And your mouth is already open for me, right?” Sam’s thumb brushed over her lips and Anne felt herself whimper. “So I’m going to use it now.”

He released her and she stood still, watching his hands move to his belt, undoing, unzipping…

“Pretty puppet-girl mouth hanging open,” Sam said. “It wants this, right? And your dazed little brain is all distracted by that feeling on your lips…”

Tingling pleasure, curling inside of her, her mind in her mouth, but only her breathing picking up in excitement.

“Obey, Anne.”

Her body sank to her knees.