Moment
#1 of Moment
Originally intended as just the sex version, this shorter, sex-free version came about when I accidentally really enjoyed the ending I wrote, and I hope you do as well! <3
For the extended, sex version, see the sidebar.
"Always trying to play so innocent..." she chuckled. "But we both know that isn't true. I bet all I have to do is talk about it and you'll start to get an erection."
"W-What! No way! As if any of this would really make me..." he paused for a moment, "...hard." He tried to keep his cool, to stay calm and speak with confidence, but his composure was swiftly being shaken. There was just something about her that always did this to him. He didn't know what, but he was determined to fight it for as long as possible.
"Well if you're really so sure, then how about a little test?" she proposed.
"A test...? What kind of test?" he asked nervously.
She slipped her hand inside his pants and gave a quick grope at his member. In surprise, he gasped, then bit his lip as if trying to hide. He tried to hold it back, but like it or not he did in fact have an erection, and it was only getting harder.
She smiled. "Now what do we have here..." She couldn't see his face from his position in her lap, but he was very clearly embarrassed as his head lowered and his gaze shot off somewhere to the side.
"Heh, I told you so," she chuckled, shaking her head. "All I had to do was talk about it, and now you've already got a boner." Her voice became lower, softer, more seductive as she began to stroke him teasingly, feeling it grow in her hand. "Just look how much of a dirty boy you are..."
He started to pant a little, blushing bright red. "N-No...No I'm not! This isn't..." he trailed off, suddenly finding it difficult to focus.
"Oh, but of course you are," she began. "Even if you try to say no, your body is more than willing to tell the truth." She paused, taking a moment to continue to stroke tortuously at his twitching little length. All of this, of course, only caused him to squirm in her lap even more. He made little peeps and squeaks, as if trying to speak, but between all the stroking and her soft, soothing voice, the words just wouldn't come.
"And you're such a good boy too," she resumed, giving a tender kiss to the top of his head. "So good at listening, so good at obeying. You know that you belong to me, all of you, every part of your mind, every fiber of your being...is all mine."
"No that's...that's wrong, I..." he almost inaudibly whispered out. His thoughts felt heavy, too much of a burden to put into use. It seemed the harder he tried to fight, the less he found himself able to. Somewhere in all the haze he knew that this wasn't true, that something was wrong, and yet...all of her words just...made sense. Maybe he...really did belong to her. Did it feel good to obey?
"You always listen, always do what I say...You know that I have complete control over you. All I have to do is say the word and you'll be dripping in my hand. I can have you squirming, needy, begging, anything I want..." her voice grew quieter still, "...with nothing more than a whisper."
And with that, he was gone. The faintest traces of his mind remained, floating somewhere inside him, but everything else, everything that mattered, was replaced with emptiness, submission, and bliss. His head leaned back against her chest, any signs of protest eradicated, and she knew now, as if there was any doubt to begin with, that she had him.