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Oblivious Control

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Encanto

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“Damn it!"

Brian cursed, leaping over a small wall, the back of the building towering behind him, though their heist, well…it could have been more successful than past ones they had taken on. Casey wasn't far behind him, blonde hair whipping back from her face, though Brian almost thought that she liked things to go a little awry. With her super-strength, body lightly muscled but not to the extent that it would have had to have been to show strength beyond the limits of human feasibility, there was little that could threaten her, but her confidence had gotten her into more than one hairy situation.

Even though they had superpowers, their team of three, it was not as if they were saints – by far, they were not. Some that developed incredible powers went on to do good in the world and some that took it on sought the spoils of something that should never have been handed to them so easily. Yet there was no telling, in their world, just who would be given powers beyond their wildest imaginings or left by the wayside. They could only do what they wanted, all with the hand they had been given. Free will, to the extent that the law and the world allowed, after all, was still a thing.

They scaled the wall, Brian taking more time than her, for he could not use brute force to follow her, though he did appreciate the skin-tight suit Casey had donned. Where she had super strength, he could render himself invisible, slipping around the edges of the consciousness of others. He never truly disappeared, but it was more like they simply did not notice him, which suited him just fine when on a heist to make sure that their stores of rare jewels and, of course, cold, hard cash too were full to the brim. Where Casey had the strength to rip vault doors off their hinges, she could make her escape and leave him to flit and take stock of everything, under the noses of everyone who might have sought to stop them.

The buildings in that part of the city, thankfully, were not skyscrapers, allowing him to lean forward, grunting, pushing into a moderate run. They had to put distance between them, after all, the gaps between roofs, where they were any, narrow enough to jump, though it took a fair bit of courage for someone without super strength to do so. Keeping up with Casey, however, was a challenge at the best of times and one that Brian was keener than ever to rise to.

“Where are you guys?" Violet's voice crackled through the radio, though they could not stop to answer as they leapt from rooftop to rooftop, Violet using her power to track them. “Ah, I got you. Sheesh, you move quickly these days, make me work for it… Get your asses out of there – pronto! Cops incoming, on sixth avenue. Take the slipway and duck over the old Grand Major Hotel. They shouldn't reach there in time, no need to use the tunnel."

He laughed wildly, pressing on as Violet directed them away from where the cops were, listening in on their radio channels, though most of what she did to direct them came from using her power, though Brian had not delved into that all that much. He could trust her to guide them right, dropping down to ground level to side streets again as they headed back to their top floor apartment in a building that had fallen into disuse. It could have been a hotel at one point, but was most likely used as the kind of hotel that no one slept at, in the end, though was a good enough base. The top floor was theirs, ensuring that traps were set up to alert them if anyone was trying to get up to them from the other floors, everything set up just the way Violet liked it. She was most likely the most cautious of them, though if she was such then Casey was the brashest, acting without thinking.

“Great, guys," Violet said over the radio. “Take the next left, it's too busy around the clubs to take that route. Almost back home now, you got this."

It was certainly helpful to have eyes on the outside. Casey whooped ahead of him, dropping through the skylight entrance into their hideout onto a soft mat, knees bent, a light in her eyes. Where they might have been spotted along the way, Brian slipped by the notice of bystanders that he didn't want to deal with, though he was sure that her abrasiveness had rendered her in the public eye, during their heist, on more than one occasion.

“Yeah!" She punched the air, a fierce grin on her face, white teeth showing in a flash of brilliance. “We got it! And you thought that the security guards were going to be too quick for me! But you were slow – that's why they almost caught up with us. If you don't keep your powers active all the time, how do you think you're going to slip by them like they can't see you?"

It was a casual blame, so light and passing that Brian could have let it slide if circumstances had been different. Yet the grime of the heist clung to him in dirt and sweat and his anger rose like a serpent lashing out for the strike.

“Me? What about you? Since when did you go off on your own – you didn't even listen to Violet!"

Casey scoffed and flipped her hand dismissively.

“Oh, please, as if you ever listen to Violet either. You think you're all that cause you can slip by a few people, big deal. Everyone knows I'm the muscle around here. I could do this whole thing on my own, no problem at all."

That might have been true, though it was sure that it would not have been easy for Casey, as wickedly smart as she was, to go along with her strength. She led the way into the living area as he dropped their haul, all so that it could be counted and divided up later, though Brian could not help anger from boiling in the pit of his stomach, seething and roiling.

“What the actual fuck?" He snarled, confronting her before Casey managed to get to a sofa, the TV dark and their living area somewhat open plan, considering the size of the room they had to deal with. “You take too many fucking risks, Casey! What the hell is wrong with you? It's as if you're trying to get us caught!"

“Whoa, whoa – it's not that bad!" Violet said, trying to interject, holding up her hands. “I got you out, you got you out – what's the big deal? No one's going to find us here, Brian, sheesh."

Casey balled up her fists, hair flying about her face, but she had the kind of features that looked pretty even when she was angry.

“If I wanted anyone to get caught I wouldn't be working with you two! You've got to take a risk or two to get a reward, Brian! And you take none of them!"

He flung his arm out, lips twisted into a grimace.

“Yeah, well, I can't fucking tank bullets like you, bitch. You cause such a scene and there'll be a shootout just like that one – and what are either of you going to do if I get shot down?"

What they did, after all, was far from safe, even as Casey spun on her heel, blonde hair flying around her shoulders.

“Then you should be quicker, Brian! Maybe we shouldn't have recruited you, if you're so hesitant. Maybe this isn't even the line of work you should be in. Think about it."

She stormed off, ignoring him, though that was not all that unusual as she made good a smarter escape than she had from the bank they had robbed, though he was smart enough not to bring that up. That would have only added fuel to the fire and there were some times when that simply could not be done.

In the silence of her departure, the living area stretched out before them, Violet eyeing him as if he was about to explode. She was small, neat and petite, her hair tied back, though many often said she had a doll-like appearance. Able to be cute enough to sway those that didn't know what they were up to and elegant when need called for it, she was better used in more public heists and jobs where they needed a distraction. She was also a highly skilled pickpocket, though that at all didn't come into play with her power, which was something akin to clairvoyance. Even though she could listen to the radio channels to find out where the police were, she could also scout from afar, seeking out the best routes for them, who to avoid, even digging into security systems to sense the needed codes. Whereas Brian's and Casey's powers were, comparatively, quite simple, Violet still hadn't come through to the depths of hers.

“Brian…" Violet shook her head, spreading her hands out, though they didn't have the sort of relationship where they would hug or accept comfort like that. “It's okay, she doesn't mean it. You know what a temper Casey has."

He sighed and shook his head, stepping away. He couldn't deal with her calm, level head right then.

“Yeah, well, she's going to get one of us killed soon," he muttered. “Fuck it. She thinks too much of herself and…"

Frankly, there was more to it than that, though he didn't want to reveal too much. As much as he didn't want to die, Casey herself didn't know how close she'd been to getting caught on the heist – and probably never would know either. They'd recruited him, yes, but he'd thought they were all slowly becoming friends, Violet as the brains of the operation, always in control, and Casey the muscle, though she was more of a loose cannon, if not usually a hot head. But they were three strong personalities all shoved into close quarters and working closely together, which meant that, sometimes, fur would fly. Seriously, did Violet even actually put a toe out of line? She embodied perfection, never seeming to do a damn thing wrong, which was probably where she contrasted Casey, though Casey could be perkier too. She was nice to look at, Brian had to give her that.

Still, there was too much going on there for him to worry about, needing to blow off some steam. With a sigh, he held his hand up to stave off further softness and reassurance. It was not the time, though he did do his best to give Violet a smile.

“All right… I'm going to chill for a bit, yeah? Thanks, Violet."

She smiled, but her eyes slid off him as he activated his powers as he turned to leave. Of course, her mind connected him with turning to go to actually leaving the room, but Brian never truly left. He merely slipped into his powers, turning them up all the way, no longer slipping around the edges of someone's consciousness but pushing them to the point where she was not aware of him at all. One could say that it had become something of his newest hobby.

He watched her lose interest in where he had been, moseying off after a successful heist to seat herself on the sofa, the orange monstrosity that they kept saying that they would have to replace at some point. It was not that money was tight, more that they never got around to it. But Violet didn't see him, literally as if he was invisible, as if he didn't exist. He hadn't known that he could do that, literally standing in front of someone without them seeing him, until recently, though it seemed to work a lot better on Violet and Casey than it did on anyone else. When he had used it to try to shoplift, it had gone horribly wrong, even though that had just been a test. It could have been him getting used to his powers though, developing them further, like a muscle he needed to train.

His usual “invisibility" did not stretch to voice when he was around others, however, even if he could scream and shout and stomp his feet around his partners without them suspecting anything. Doing the tests had been heart pounding, worrying, though he didn't want to push things too far, in case they noticed something was amiss. If they knew that he could be anywhere he wanted and not have them notice him, more would have been at stake than he could have expected.

Yet frustration was a great stimulus to push those boundaries just a little bit further, to see how far he could go, Violet pausing as she tapped her fingers on her chin, staring right through him.

“Right… What do I need to do now?"

It was cute how she talked to herself, though she flicked on the TV as if she did not need to do anything. That was good, for she did have a bad habit of working very hard at times. If she applied herself to a regular job where she did not even need to use her powers, she could have gone far. His watching of her was almost voyeuristic in how it played out, seeing parts of her and her life that would never have otherwise been revealed to him, not in the slightest way.

But, he was there to blow off some steam, just to see what he could push, what he could do, though he didn't know how far he would go. For a drop of so-called liquid confidence, he flitted off, light on his feet, to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and downing half. At least it was chilled, making the liquid easier to slide down his neck, his gaze returning to Violet where she sat on the sofa, the light of the TV glancing off her pale skin.

He liked watching her like that, her lips soft, no attention on him at all. She could be so composed, so uptight, holding too many tensions in her body. Violet probably didn't even realise that she clenched her jaw hard, but he saw when the tension released, when she was able to relax her jaw and allow it to, finally, soften.

She didn't have to be so hyper-aware, though he settled nearby, watching her. She could be so aware of everything, due to her power, though he liked the thought that his powers trumped hers, were more powerful, even if she did not know that. For there were few in the world who could turn entirely invisible, to all human eyes, if he could continue the progression of his powers.

He settled beside her, poking her face, though that was perhaps not the smartest test to start with. It was a good one though as her cheek indented lightly and she moved away from it, brushing at his hand as if she was moving of her own accord. He had been able to tell, before, that he had to apply a lot of pressure to get Violet to react at all, but she reacted more often to his touch when he did it often, tickling her sides while she laughed.

“Ahahaha!" She giggled, wriggling in place, eyes on the TV. “Sheesh, they're silly…"

He didn't know whether there was anything funny on the TV, but he didn't care either. Anything he did, Violet would interpret as something she did of her own free will, which suited Brian fine. He tugged at her clothes, toying with rolling the hems of her T-shirt sleeves so that they were bunched up, Violet shrugging and rolling her shoulders in reaction. How could she so easily be led to believe that it was all her own doing, her own mind?

Even when he was in front of her, she smiled in response to what was on the TV, some old sitcom that he didn't acre about. It didn't matter that his body was blocking it as he knelt astride her, pulling at the corners of her lips, poking her bare knee where it showed under her skirt. What did she even see as she stared at the TV, not knowing that he was there? Or did her mind fill in the blanks for her, considering that she could still hear it?

It didn't matter, not really, though how it worked was still something that fascinated him. It would most likely have fascinated Violet if she had known what was happening.

He stroked her face, though was light enough that the woman before him did not react at all. She was soft and pliable, as her muscles were his to play with. With a soft smile, Brian cupped her face, standing in front of her, not caring that he was blocking the TV.

“So soft… You're sweet, Violet, do you know that? Probably do…"

If his voice caught her attention in the slightest, she put it down to the TV, forgetting that she had heard him. It was hard for him to say just how much Violet heard, though he had tried speaking to her before when he had been at a distance, changing the volume and tone of his voice to see if she would respond when they were in a quiet room together.

Still, he enjoyed the feel of turning her head back and forth, the lack of resistance making him bolder than ever before. Her eyes remained fixed on the TV the best she could, even with him manipulating her with a low, soft chuckle. One thing that Brian had learned was that someone didn't have to be loud when they were in control. It simply came together exactly the way it was supposed to.

“I think I love you…" He breathed, more confident than ever that he would not be heard, though Brian still could not be completely sure how much he could get away with. “I think I love you so much, Violet. Do you know how hard that is for me to admit?"

He did not know. He could not know.

“I've never been in love with anyone before," he murmured, moving closer so that his face was directly in front of hers, her eyes blinking, staring at the TV. “I want to be with you all the time… You're beautiful. I never would have fallen for someone like you without getting to know them. I should never have been so quick to judge you."

He didn't think he was her type, but that was not something that Brian had to say out loud, not then. He could relax into the moment, knowing that she could not see him, that he was free to confess to her freely. Who knew what could have happened if he said everything to her while she was able to see and hear him? His work as her partner, one of them, at least, would be ruined, if she did not return his feelings. Without knowing for sure, he just didn't dare to reveal all.

Maybe that was why his power had developed as it had.

“You're so beautiful and you work so hard," he said, tracing her features, the line of her nose, across her cheeks, down to her chin. “You need to take a break, more time for yourself. I wish I could see you relaxing more, with us, just as you. You don't need to only be alone to take time for yourself, Violet. You're strong without even realising it and our team would be lost without you."

He did truly believe that, though Casey, most likely, would have disagreed. She always thought that she could bully her way through a lot, though she did have more of a cheerleader's physique, her strength lending itself well to acrobatics as well as raw strength. But Violet hid her powers in her mind, always wandering, always exhausting her, day in and day out.

Minutes passed, longer even. He didn't know how long he stayed there before leaning down for a soft, heartfelt kiss, pouring every drop of his feeling for her into the kiss. Her lips parted almost instinctively against his and a soft whimper escaped her, though it was not related to him. Apparently, something that she had not expected had happened on the TV show she was watching, though Brian liked to imagine that it was all because of him. It made it feel real to him, even when it was not.

He stayed close, inhaling the scent of her red berry perfume, fluttering from the pulse point of her throat. It was as intoxicating as Violet was.

Maybe he really could get away with everything and anything, more so than even Casey thought she could… But he had to be stealthy too, had to do more tests. He wanted to be slow with Violet too, even if he didn't think that she would ever have wanted him if all was revealed. Kneeling before her, he scooted in close to her, parted her legs, brushing her lips just barely with his own as if he was waiting for her to lean into the kiss. He fluttered back and forth there as her lips moved into a smile or a grimace as if he was not there, reacting to the TV. He was only glad that she was not wrapped up in her thoughts.

He stayed there, close, looking into her eyes, taking in her body. Her eyes were blue, her hair a strawberry blonde, not as light as Casey's, though they could never be mistaken for the same person. He had memorised her light, elegant features a hundred times over, fluttering his lips against hers, breath mingling.

“Can you feel this, darling?"

He traced the line of her jaw softly, though she only giggled at something on the screen. It didn't matter to him, not when he could enjoy the pools of her eyes, how the shade of blue was not even throughout them all.

Brian could not wait any longer as he kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue into her mouth, though Violet would not realise that he was parting her lips. Her breathing picking up was the only indication she gave of knowing that he was there and his heart thrilled to be so invisible, to be covert in his enjoyment of her, though he had no intention, not ever, of ever hurting her.

Her chuckles trembled through the kiss, though he felt her pounding heart under his hand, pulling back slightly, though not putting much space between them.

“You seem to know I'm here, but not really, don't you?" He murmured. “Your heart is racing…"

He loved how much he could feel, how she chuckled against him, her eyes and attention on something else. He wanted to see her laugh again, kissing her lips, tongue stroking against hers, nuzzling down the line of her jaw to drop a kiss on her cheek. But her laugh, oh… He needed that. He stroked his fingers down her sides, her squirm giving him courage, fingers dancing, working under her armpits, seeking out all the sensitive spots that would have her wriggling and laughing as he longed her to be.

Violet didn't know that he was tickling her, rationalising her amusement away as a joke on TV being funnier than she had expected it to be. It was funny what the human mind could explain away when it wanted to, even when things did not make sense at all.

It was not just tickling that he wanted though, enjoying merely touching her, smoothing his fingers under her T-shirt, around the back of her neck, memorising every nuance of her. She was so soft, though her delicacy was not something that stretched to her powers, though that was one reason why she had withdrawn from others. He only knew that from watching her after she'd been writing in her journal one day, but Brian's mind would not linger there while Violet was vulnerable.

He was not rough with her, not as he fingered the buttons on her shirt, a blouse type with thin fabric and easy to undo white buttons amongst the periwinkle blue. One after the other, he undressed her as he would a lover, wishing that she was his lover, though it helped, at least a little, that she was wearing a skirt too. If she'd been in a dress again, he wasn't so sure that he would have been able to work out how to wrangle that off over her head, some of them with strange clasps and buttons that were tricky to undo while being discreet, holding onto his powers of being undiscovered.

“You're so beautiful… I can't resist seeing more of you, Violet. You make me crazy for you and I love it."

Petite and cute, yet so dangerous, so powerful. Was there anything more potent to him? With her light figure, he partially undressed her, leaving her blouse hanging from her shoulders as if she was merely relaxing there, taking her hand and posing her with her chin resting on it, elbow on the back of the sofa.

Violet's nose twitched and she sighed lightly.

“Hm… I'm still sore…"

She must have thought she was trying to stretch or work out some kind of kink in her back, though Brian didn't care as long as he got to do what he wanted to her. Yet Violet was so out of character as she was posed, her legs crossed, her legs spread, using his knee to nudge them into position, though her body mildly resisted the force unless he picked up her leg and manually moved it. There were limits to what he could do, or so it seemed, but without her eyes actually being able to see him and her ears to hear, there was little her brain could process when it came to being moved around like that.

It was unladylike to lay her down on the couch with her left leg bent so that her knee pointed up to the ceiling, her sex almost exposed. He had not removed her pink panties, however, her skirt aside on the sofa, liking the look of them on her, how they made her look daintier and more feminine, though it was entirely through his gaze that that came. It was not to be helped, not to be changed, for he was there to enjoy his time, to see what could be done.

It was no longer a trial and a test, however, as he put her arm back over her face, covering her eyes, though she did move her arm away that time, for Violet still had free will at play. She, of course, wanted to watch the TV and would move around her own body to keep doing what she wanted to do, even if she put her movements down to herself, her body, her mind. Brian, on the other hand, had more interesting things to do, even if it was against Violet's will, for she didn't know what was happening to her.

He pursed his lips, murmuring praise to her, dropping his pants down to his mid-thighs for a blowjob, his cock swelling to attention already. It was hard not to get hard when there was such need for her there, throbbing inside him, aching and pulsing, teasing the pristine Violet into doing something so crude and so dirty that he could barely believe it was possible.

“Down now, Violet, there's a sweetheart…"

He took some of her language from her, for he would never have usually called anyone “sweetheart", yet it felt right to use some of her words on her again, as if she was really ready and willing as he pushed her to her knees.

“Oof…"

Violet grunted softly as she knelt there, though it didn't seem all that odd to her, not as her lips parted again, glancing at the clock on the wall, back to the TV again. She was there to relax and maybe that was the best way for her to relax, even as Brian hooked his finger ever so lightly into the corner of her mouth and opened it gently.

He didn't have to be rough, he didn't have to be harsh, and never would he have to be as he slipped his fingers back into her hair, combing through the soft, strawberry-blonde hair, as if he was preening her, grooming her. It soothed her a little as she let out a little coo, without knowing where the tiny glimmers of sensation came from, though without any pain or anything to concern her, Violet did not do anything.

All she did was allow him to part her lips with the soft head of his cock, flesh indenting lightly where her lips were not parted widely enough to take his cock in one go. He was a moderate size, good for getting blowjobs, not that Brian had gotten anything much of them in the past. The world was changing, day by day, and he was simply glad to have something of a partnership there, a way to keep going forward, day by day, step by step.

She was so pure and yet she looked so dirty with her lips parted around his cock, giving a little gargle as he pressed deeply, merely from the pressure of his cock on her tongue, easing through her mouth.

“You look so good with my dick in your mouth," he murmured, praising her. “Mm… So good… So warm… Unff…"

He groaned, though she grunted around him too and gagged a little when he pressed to his limit, a little too deep for her to take without being conscious of all that was going on. Brian's heart jumped, not wanting to hurt her, driving his hips back and forth slowly in a long, languid roll. He took every drop of pleasure that he could from her soft mouth, though he wished her tongue would flick up against him more, not just in a reaction to the pressure there. Anything her body did without him actively pushing or moving it into place was merely a reaction, because he could not stop her from gagging on his cock, of course, if he pushed too far into the back of her mouth. He was invisible and imperceptible to her through sight and sound and her brain excusing away sensations that didn't make sense when they were that extreme. A touch on the arm might not have gotten a reaction but his cock squeezing her tongue into the space at the bottom of her mouth was not something that Violet could simply not feel.

It was good though, especially as he learned how deep he could go, letting her lips purse around him as her jaw naturally found a comfortable position to settle into. It was not her willingly going along with it, grunting and groaning lightly around him as her mind, dimly, registered something, but more her trying to find a way to keep doing what she wanted to do, even with a little sense of discomfort. Though even Violet would tire of the TV eventually, Brian was not all that aware of how much time had passed. It was easy to forget that all when he was with Violet.

He pressed a little harder, forgetting himself, moaning aloud.

“Fuck… Violet… You're so hot… Unff… What are you doing to me? You look like such a slut down on your knees…like that."

But she wasn't a slut and that was perhaps one of the things that thrilled Brian so. He knew that she was different, that he was not treating her as she was, and that more than anything else sent an electric thrill through him that he could not have anticipated. He couldn't help himself, grunting, hissing, not even bothering to try to be careful and contain himself when it came to remaining undiscovered, though he always kept Violet's comfort in mind.

Still, she gagged on his cock as he rammed deep, losing himself, groaning out loud, his head falling back as he dragged her face down on his cock. She struggled a little, not understanding why it was difficult to breathe suddenly, all as he spent his load straight down her throat, right where Brian would have more than said it belonged. He huffed and grunted, lost for words as she struggled to move her head, eyes widening, never the once closing them all through the force, unknowing blowjob.

But he had to let her breathe eventually, for that could have been something that eventually shocked her into seeing him, though Brian didn't want to pull back. He sighed heavily, trying to catch his breath as much as she was, though it was a good thing that Violet had reflexively swallowed. A dribble of cum bubbled from the corner of her lips as she panted and wiped it off, though her hands hadn't lifted throughout the entire ordeal to push him off. Her mind didn't know that there was anyone or anything there that she even needed to push away.

Brian moaned, relishing in the afterglow, though his cock softened too quickly for him, needing time to recover. That could not be helped when he was a guy, after all, and he flopped on the sofa as Violet wiped her face, itching her cheek subtly. She even looked a little bit embarrassed that she had randomly choked on something – perhaps her own saliva? For it could not have possibly been anything else that had slipped down her throat to her belly, warming the pit of her stomach.

She eased up onto the sofa with him as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, entirely unaware of his kisses on her cheek and neck, whispering adoration to her. His infatuation with her was something that could have been deemed highly inappropriate if she had been aware of it, something that had escalated far too quickly, but Violet was not to know. She was merely content to be there, relaxing, even if she was only in a pair of damp panties, her body reacting to stimulus despite her mind not being in the know, and an open shirt hanging from her shoulders, no bra on.

He had his arms around her when Violet turned and stiffened a little.

Casey. Of course, it was her, though Brian, with his hand on Violet's chest while he cuddled her, did not move. He knew that she couldn't see him and he was not about to give up the time he'd gleaned with Violet for that hothead, who was most likely still blaming him for what, ultimately, was her risk-taking getting them in trouble. But Brian wasn't going to let the bubbling heat of anger get the better of him that time, oh no. There were far better things to do, he was confident in that.

Even if Casey could not see him, however, she could see Violet, the state of undress she was in. Some things would have been better hidden before the other woman had returned, but it was too late for that now.

“Violet!" Casey laughed, coyly holding a hand over her lips, though it was only genuine amusement that danced in her eyes. “What are you doing in here, looking like that?"

Violet grumbled, a faint blush on her cheeks, buttoning up her blouse again halfway, though it was fortunate for Brian and perhaps the other two also that casual nudity was pretty much accepted in the household. Considering how many times they had all seen each other in states of undress when returning from missions and things that had happened during sad missions, baring a little more skin than expected was hardly the most scandalous thing that could occur between them.

“What, were you drinking and forgot where you were?" Casey pressed, pointing at the half-empty bottle of beer that Brian had forgotten about from earlier. “Don't worry about it, Violet, though… It's good to see you relaxing again, you do so much around here."

Even if Casey thought herself the cog that the operation could not work without, the main deal, she was smart enough to know that Violet had big uses there too and praised her for it.

“It wasn't me!" Violet protested, putting her skirt back on, but leaving her blouse halfway unbuttoned, not honestly seeing the point in doing it up again all the way when she was comfortable like that. “I just… It must have been warm in here. I didn't drink the beer though!"

“Yeah, yeah, c'mon, Vi, it's not that bad. It's just a beer, you need to loosen up when we've not got anything to do. You'll burn out otherwise."

Brian half-listened in on their conversation, talking about the mission, though that was not the best way to get Violet to relax, which annoyed him even more. He grated against Casey to the extreme, even if what she was wearing, well… It would not have taken much to distract him from their chatter, nothing that concerned him, not when she had legs for days right there before his eyes. He sat up a little straighter, but still close enough to Violet to feel her warmth.

“I'm glad you calmed down, Casey, seemed like it was a difficult mission for you guys."

Not that bad, not really, but it was one way for Violet to change the course of the conversation, distracting Casey from what she had walked in on, though neither woman would understand that, not truly. His eyes roamed up Casey's body from her long, muscular legs, the mini skirt not doing a damn thing to hide her assets. Not that anyone who looked as good as Casey did would most likely want to hide anything away and Casey knew damn well that she was hot and loved the attention. She might not have liked the attention from Brian though and they did not have that kind of relationship either. Did the woman even have a type?

Oh, it was so hard to keep his thoughts on track as he eyed up her heels, the shocking red stilettos that made her legs look even longer than they were, his heart pounding. She was scandalous and dressed as if she was going out somewhere. Most likely Casey would not tell either of them where she was going before heading out, liking her privacy. In many ways, she was a closed book, but with her powers and the invulnerability that seeped into her very bones, there were few things out in the world that could harm her. A guy getting too handsy with her in the club was hardly going to be anything that fucked her over, to be fair to her.

Her midriff too was exposed, a belly button piercing glinting temptingly, making Brian want to run his fingers over it, though he didn't like Violet's attention being on Casey either. To him, it felt different to her watching the TV and, to be honest, he was still annoyed at Casey for dumping all the blame on him. They were meant to be a team and, if that was the case, it was hardly as if she even goddamn well knew what the term meant.

“Yeah, there's this guy, total hottie, said he's going to Skin tonight," she said, as if she was reading his mind on wondering just where she was going looking like a hooker, tits half spilling out. “I mean, he's nice to look at, but maybe someone else there will be a good lay. I dunno, I've not heard much good about how he is in bed, you know?"

She wasn't one, even then, to pin herself down to a single course of action, a woman who always wanted to keep her options open, though even that was something that Brian could respect. He just didn't know why Casey had to be so goddamn annoying with everything, as if she was always right and everyone else in the whole world couldn't ever possibly be so. The tank top could have been modest, if not for how low-cut it was over her breasts, he thought venomously, much preferring Violet and her style of dress to Casey.

But that did not mean that he would not appreciate a good view. Even though Casey was viciously sharp in intelligence and wit, it was unfair just how good-looking she was. He could have stared at her for hours on end, his cock already growing hard again, swelling to attention, his breathing quickening in short little grabs at his chest. It was the clothes that didn't do it for him, her attitude and damn well her personality too. He wouldn't have wanted a relationship with her, but, as far as he could tell from all that Casey rattled on about when he was only half-listening, she didn't want one either. All she wanted was some fun, no more than that.

His lips quirked, an idea forming in the back of his mind. How bad would it be if he gave her exactly what she wanted?

“Yeah, well, anyway," Casey said with a toss of her hair, lightly curled to perfection, her makeup all in place for a flawless night out. “Gotta blow off some steam after this fiasco of a heist. Make sure the idiot stays in line."

Violet tried to say something that sounded like a defence of Brian, but he was up and on his feet, following Casey as she left. It was harder than he wanted to admit to leave Violet behind, though he had other prey in mind, his cock out and hard, though he had kicked his clothes out of sight behind the sofa, just his boxers and the trousers he'd worn out on the mission. That was something, without his powers at play, that would be seen and questioned and it was much easier for him to head back later and discreetly tidy everything away.

Violet would wait for him, he was sure. It was time to give Casey a taste of her own medicine…

He got to Casey when she was in the long corridor that led to the exit of their hideout, the door that they most frequently used. Some patches of paper had peeled off the walls, revealing timber in some places and concrete in others. It was a building that, thankfully, was of a more solid construction than others in the city, though it would not escape the notice of the authorities for long. No one cared if they were living there until they wanted to do something with the building, but Violet said she was working on something with that and at least keeping a mental eye on channels of communication so that they would have many months, if not years, of notice that something was going down.

It was good to know that calm, sensible Violet had a handle on things like that while his attention was elsewhere, though they had been the more established partners in, literal, crime before he had even gotten there. Ducking around Casey to stand in front of her, he stood tall, though she was about on the same level as him in her heels.

She bumped straight into him as if he was not there, though she could not move through him, of course, because Brian was, in fact, there. She rubbed her chin, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, though her mind explained it all away to her, spending a moment in thought as if it was something that she had planned and thought of all for herself all along.

“Hm…"

Ugh, even that stupid little groan she made got on his nerves. Why was she like that? Brian put his hands on her shoulders, fingers squeezing, digging in, though she didn't react to him, not in the slightest. No matter how much pressure he put on her, squeezing harder and harder, not afraid of hurting her as he was with Violet, the woman simply did not react. Maybe that was because he had a different bond with Violet? He never wanted to be rough with Violet, but Casey was another thing entirely.

His lips widened into a lop-sided smile, a smirk that would not have suited his face if anyone had been able to see it. Clueless. Well, it was good to see Casey like that when she so very often was not, even if she did blunder, in his opinion. Needless to say, her perception of him was most likely very different to how he saw himself, but that wasn't what he was there for.

She was so much harder to hurt than Violet, yet her powers were useless against him when she had no idea what he was doing to her. It was an intoxicating sensation, as if he knew without truly knowing that he could do anything at all, that she would never, ever know, never be able to push back against him, not while her mind was explaining away everything. Of course, he could most likely not force her to do things, perhaps out in public, that she would not have normally done, though he wasn't ready to go that far, not quite yet. It was almost as if moving her physically came with an element of suggestion over her mind too, even as she stayed right there in place for him, a hand on her hip and her hip pushed out cockily. Everything about her screamed confidence, yet not in the seductive way that Brian would have liked, but a way that was brash and off-putting.

But perhaps there was a way for him to take her down a peg.

Look at her now, he thought, lips pressed together into a hard line. Standing here, thinking she's all that. She probably thinks she's going to hook up, toss some poor guy to the curb… Not that that's all that much of a bad thing, but still. She should at least be honest with people! No one knows the shit they're getting into with her.

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Casey tilted her head, her smirk deepening while he turned his anger at her to more sultry venues. She probably was thinking about what she was going to be able to do, who she was going to pull, on a crazy night, one of the boldest bitches in the city for heading out all on her own, not needing a man or any kind of protection wherever she went.

Yet Brian could change that, pressing the heels of his hands into the fronts of her shoulders, eyes darkly intense.

“Look at you," he said aloud. “You're so strong…so powerful. And what can you do against this? You don't even know I'm here and it's not because you lack the intelligence, heh… You are just weak here, helpless here – against me. I wish I knew what you would think about that, Casey."

He pushed her hair back roughly from her face where it had fallen forward, her fingers twitching as if she had acted herself.

“You could overpower me, you know, if you were aware. But you can't, not like this. You don't even resist. It's fun to play with Violet, to imagine things…but I don't think you even know I exist half the time when I'm not even using my powers."

She stood there, her smirk slipping into a smile, but he was there to take advantage of her, not to be nice in any way. His hands roamed her body, making sure to block her in the narrow hallway, though she did not know that she could move around him when she could not see what or who was blocking her path. Everything was fair game to him, squeezing her breasts first, feeling how big they were in his hands, though not yet popping them out of her tank top, even though that would have been an easy enough feat. They were practically spilling over as it was, only held in place where they were by the restraint of her bra, her breath hitching ever so slightly, though Brian knew it was not because of him.

Her mind was elsewhere, leaning against the wall as if it was the most normal thing in the world, though he hardly saw her in such situations. But he did not care, not as he finally got to make use of her and her body, pinching her skin, seeing her shift ever so slightly, though it seemed to take an awful lot more of anything to get a reaction out of her.

That emboldened him, making him want to be harder and rougher – much, much more so than before. He felt her up, fingers digging into the soft, pliant flesh of her tits, curling down her sides, nails scratching her skin even through her tank top. What did it matter if he hurt her? It was passing to one as invulnerable as she was and after seeing how many bullets Casey could take without even batting an eyelid he was confident that his hands weren't going to cause any trouble there.

That was why he dragged her into a rough kiss, his cock hard, too hard. It was a desire that he had to lean into, the need for control, her body attractive while Brian ached to reel her personality back into line, under his heel. Maybe it would have not been as alluring as it was if she was being forced with her will at play, her awareness of him being there, but to have her helpless was exactly what did it for him. Brian kissed her fervently, as if he was trying to cause her pain, though could only be as rough there as he, personally, could bear. Teeth were better tools for harshness than a tongue and soft lips, catching her lower lip between his.

He chanced that she grunted as he dug his teeth in, only held back by not wanting to make her bleed. No, he wanted to leave marks that she would wonder about later – not any problems, like bleeding, that Casey would feel like she had to do something about immediately. He hadn't seen blood on her ever, however, though it was not a risk he wanted to take while he had so much there at his disposal, so much fun still yet to take.

His hands boldly came down on her arse, groping, squeezing, slapping her hard. The sound of his bare hand connecting with her flesh, the miniskirt not doing anything at all to protect her backside, echoed down the hallway. Though she could not hear the impact itself, there was something of an echo in the hallway and she tried to half turn away from him, her attention caught and her awareness up, though Brian still flew under the radar.

“What the…" She shook her head, the echoes already fading, as fleeting as they had been. “This old place can really give you the creeps sometimes."

Casey scoffed and brushed it off as if she had not heard it, though could not move forward still with Brian blocking her way. He laughed aloud and spun her around, getting a better view of her arse as he took a moment to truly appreciate it. His fingers dug into her flesh, appreciating the soft flesh but how there was a much harder, thicker layer of muscle under it, drunk on domination, the kind of control that, once played with, could never again be put back in the box. More intoxicating and addictive than any alcohol, no one had ever said that he had to put his powers to the benefit of others, rather than against them.

Joining up with Casey and Violet anyway, well, he had already chosen his path when it came to that.

He did not feel as if there was any rush there, Casey muscular as he took his time appreciating her, the parts of her that he lusted for the most, how her legs were shaped, long and feminine, though she was not so muscular that undue attention would be drawn to her. That was one problem with her powers, for if she had wanted to look like a bodybuilder the look would have been nigh on impossible for her to achieve. Besides, what weights was she going to lift when everything was already so easy to her?

He liked her thick, plush lips, how they had been plumped up with her makeup, though even that was smeared from his messy, crude kiss. His heart leapt, amused that she was such a mess and didn't even know it. What more could he do to her, without Casey even being aware of it? With all that he had tried so far, the possibilities seemed to be endless.

He squeezed and pinched her flesh, from her buttocks to the sensitive skin on her inner thighs – easily accessible with the miniskirt, so that was her fault for leaving it all exposed like that. Her skin was tan there, speaking of the many tanning sessions she spent at least part of her cut of the heist money on, though there were plenty of missions for them all to take on together, not as if they were lacking in cash at all. They could do more than many in the world and they had chosen their way.

Maybe that was why he squeezed his hands around her throat too, interrupting her ability to breathe, a rush of adrenaline flooding him. Although she didn't know what was happening, Casey's body had to react to that much the same as Violet's had. She gave a strangled, hacking gasp, hands shifting, though she did not know that she could push him off, hands hanging limply at her sides. Her eyes seemed to bulge with the strain, pupils daring back and forth in the orbs of her irises, though there was nothing she knew she could do to stop it from happening.

He did not push the issue, though it gave him an idea for later. Releasing her with a shove, Brian grinned cruelly, an eyebrow raised. Casey gasped and rubbed her throat, a lingering flutter of sensation confusing her, her mind struggling to sort through signals that simply weren't there.

“That's just the start of it, Casey."

He grabbed her arm, nails digging in, though she did not even flinch. She wasn't going to get to go on her night out after all, not with all he had planned for her.

“Since you've ruined my time with Violet tonight by interrupted," he hissed silkily, voice wrapping around her. “You may as well come back to the hideout. Come on now, Casey."

There was real venom in his tone, as if he was a venomous snake that had been let out, seeking revenge for ills made to it at times where one may not have been thinking of it. But the serpent remembered the wrongdoings, even though those that committed them had forgotten. He was nothing more than a passing thought to Casey and it was about time that she learned that he was more than something and someone worth paying attention to.

He forced her to stumble back to the living area of their home, though she was undoubtedly more than a little confused as to why she was suddenly heading back there. She didn't say anything, however, merely going along with it as if it was all what she wanted, all her plan, all something that she wanted to do. That was all that his powers helped with, influencing her a little, giving her mind a touch of a nudge, no more than that, in the right direction. The human mind was amazing, but it could be incited to jump to the wrong conclusions with shocking ease too.

“Hey!"

Violet startled as Casey stumbled back into the living room, her arm flung out for balance as he shoved her there. Casey swore, straightening, trying to put her top right, hand moving up near her face too as if she finally realised that there was something a little awry with her makeup too. It was impossible to know, truly, what was going on in her head.

“Uh… Yeah." Casey was hardly quick to reply, though all Brian did hardly touched her mind. “I… I changed my mind about going out. Not worth my time."

Ah, there was that attitude that made him roll his eyes, the damn woman acting, all the fucking time, like she was so much better than everyone else. Would she act like that still if she knew that it was him pulling her strings, controlling her every move that he willed to draw into his hold?

Probably. But she'd probably be a lot angrier over it, a lot more pissed. Who would win in a battle between them, he wondered? He could slip away, avoid her attacks, but her brute force and invulnerability would make it near impossible to restrain her if she knew to be aware of him. There was so much still that he had to learn about his powers, after all.

But he liked, rather a lot, in fact, how his powers forced Casey to accept the belief that she had made the decision not to go out. It was wrong, of course, but it was what her mind thought had happened, fumbling and fudging the truth into something that could, at the very least, be believed.

With her there, however, he was free to do as he willed, licking his lips salaciously, though his desire for her, her body alone, would forever go unnoticed. Without pause, he shoved Casey violently back onto the sofa, following her in an instant, groping her lewdly, as if her body was there at his disposal, for him to do anything he willed to, that and so much more. Her tits filled his hands, even as she sank into the sofa, the wind knocked out of her from collapsing onto it so heavily, though Violet only raised an eyebrow.

“Damn, did something happen, Casey?" She asked. “You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but there's beer in the fridge. I know that usually helps you feel better."

“You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you?"

No one heard his words, no one besides Brian, the only one that mattered under such circumstances. He could use and abuse, take and take and take, the words slipping crudely from his lips in the filthiest manner of dirty talk that he ever could have imagined.

“You want to suck dick, want to take guys, make them your own, huh?" He hissed, the ladies talking around him as if he was not there, just a fixture of furniture in their living area. “You think you can be overconfident, brutish, bratty…but you can't. Not anymore. Not with me."

For he had a secret and that secret was what he would do to her and her body “behind closed doors", the doors that would never again be opened, not when there was so much that he could enjoy there, so much that he could use to soften, in some small way, the abrasiveness of Casey's presence on a day-to-day basis.

“So, what's this guy doing? You know, at the pool…thing?"

Casey tried to seem interested in Violet's show, likely trying to make things seem normal for her too, for she still had a smear of lipstick across her face, all as if it was perfectly fine. It wasn't her thing though, staring straight through Brian as he practically sat on her lap.

“You're stupid, stupid to think you can toy with me, use me… You think I'm a weaker partner than you two because I came in later, huh? Just because you're the ones who were here first, the ones who recruited me?"

Brian screwed up his face, anger roiling inside him.

“Yeah, well, that's not true, never will be goddamn true. Your best asset is your tits, your ass… You could get anywhere in life using your body, just your body, and you'd be a hell of a lot prettier still if you shut up and let me just fucking look at you."

He poured his feelings into the words, every scrap of vitriol that had been stored up over his time working with them, though Brian, frankly, had not even been sure that it had been building up for that long. Maybe things had merely bubbled over when Casey had turned on him, rounded on him as if he was personally responsible for every bad thing in the world that she had to face in the course of their work.

“Look at you…" He growled, squashing her face with his fingers on her cheeks, forcing her to make a face and pucker up lewdly. “You'd be so much better with a cock in your mouth, whore. Maybe I should treat you like one, you stupid, overbearing, conniving bitch!"

The words kept on coming, as if they had been pent-up, waiting for him to unleash them, mocking her for thinking that she was better, even slapping her head back and forth. Her face snapped uselessly with each “snap" back and forth, though Casey was perfectly fine, it was just a sharp motion of her head that moved back and forth, no more than that. His desire for her swelled, wanting to show her that he was better, that there was so much more to him than she had ever realised, becoming more aggressive, eyes narrowing with hate. But was there any better way to take revenge?

He didn't think so, not as he slid his arms around her, groping her arse where she sat there and furiously kissing her. His tongue jabbed into her mouth as if it was trying to prove a point, deeply French kissing her, even though her tongue merely wiggled in response, the natural reflexes of her body at play when they could not ignore the stimulus. It was funny how far he had to push, literally invading her body to get a response, and Brian's heart pounded harder and harder.

He had to go further, had to do more. He had to see just what the bitch had under her shirt, not just for nudity's sake but to make her vulnerable, to expose her as everything she was.

He nipped at her neck, breaking the kiss, not caring for the marks he left there, for those were ones that could be explained away. His control over himself was slipping anyway as he manhandled, her, shoving his hands crudely right down the front of her tank top as if he owned her body, thumbing her nipples, squeezing them, even pinching them with vicious sharpness. It should have been more than enough to get any normal person screaming in pain, though Casey only shifted herself slightly, her brow furrowing as if there was something present there that her mind couldn't quite make sense of.

“Fucking bitch… How does it feel to be this helpless, this useless?" He gloated. “Go on, try to fight back – I'd love to see you try!"

Of course, Casey didn't do a damn thing against him, blinking slowly, leaning back a little more against the sofa, her lips moving without any sound reaching Brian's ears. A dull roar of aggression pounded there, knowing that he would never even consider doing what he wanted to do to her to anyone else, of course not. That was what he told himself, but he had seen her shrug off multiple bullets time after time again with only a few bruises, hard to see, left behind. It was no wonder that she had been able to take his bites on her neck without any trouble, with that in mind, for there were no marks at all left behind, now that he had a moment to check.

That meant that if he wanted to really bite her lip, to dig his teeth in, there would likely be no blood too… He smirked cruelly, leaning in close, letting his breath mingle with hers. Forcing her to breathe in what he exhaled was oddly erotic, his cock aching harder than ever. He never had been that hard, throbbing, the tip of his cock gleaming ever so faintly with pre-cum.

He couldn't hurt her, not really. Probably. But that was a theory, if he could get away with it, that he was willing to push to its limit.

Violet wouldn't know either. That was far more important to him than making sure that Casey was unaware of what was going on. He could deal with Casey, but he didn't want Violet to ever look at him in a bad way, even though Brian still felt, very much so, that he had an exceptionally long way to go to win her over if it could even be done.

Casey's invulnerability, however… Well, that could well and truly be put to the test. How many punches could she take when she wasn't able to fight back? What would she put up with if she was out for the count? If she couldn't see her attacker? How much pressure would it take externally for the woman to realise that she was fighting something, someone? Would she ever even realise that it was Brian there, making use of her body in what he could only see as the best of ways?

That was up to him to keep hidden, of course, but he determined to get one-up on her. the damn woman had to have a weakness somewhere. He didn't know about any, not yet, but he sat her up straight, her arms at her sides, resolve thick in his mouth.

“I'm going to expose you, cunt, just you wait."

It was more venomous than it needed to be, though sexually charged too, lending an exotic edge to anger that they had never considered coming into play.

“Any weaknesses… I'll have them all from you, Casey."

He mocked her out loud, slapping her harder, striking her face, knocking her head back, not caring where his blows landed. They were harsher than the first smacks he had given her face, bashing her head around and even interrupting the words coming out of her mouth.

“I – don't – think…" She struggled to talk, her face rippling as he struck her, flesh moving as she tried not to groan, thrown off her stride in conversation. “Just what were they – thinking – that they could get through…"

But Casey couldn't even keep up with the thread of her own conversation, that time letting out a frustrated groan as she worked her neck around, something radiating through. It was not pain, however, but a sense of stiffness, a sense of stimulation that did not translate all that well to a mind that had been numbed, for so long, to pain with invulnerability. When it was not something that she could feel from mild stimuli, it was harder than ever for her mind to understand what was happening with one man beating her.

Violet gave her a weird look, Brian yanking her up from the sofa with his hand twisted into a fistful of her tank top, half exposing what wasn't already exposed of her tits and knocking her face to the side with the flat of his hand yet again. Even he felt the sting in his palm, exhilaration coursing through him.

“Casey, what are you doing? You're acting really weird…"

Casey grimaced, even as Brian slammed her head straight back with an uppercut to the underside of her jaw.

“Ugh, I'm just working out a crick in my neck, chill out."

She wasn't too bothered by the movement, not really, as it all felt like something she was doing of her own free will, even as the sting in Brian's hand grew and grew. He would not be forced to stop hitting her because of her, but with the growing pain in his hand.

“Like getting slapped around, bitch?" He hissed, gloating in his power. “You must do, otherwise you wouldn't let me do it now, would you? Maybe that's why you take so many risks, just so you can pretend you really are invulnerable, trying to feel something. But you don't need to take the rest of us down with you!"

Yanking her tank top down, he took his chance with another target, though he wouldn't have been able to get the neckline anywhere near under her tits if the straps had not been so slim and if the neckline had not already been exposing half of them. Still, Brian took advantage of what was offered to him.

Her nipples popped out of her bra as he pulled at it, ripping the nearly sheer fabric, which was never intended to be taken off so roughly. It was clearly expensive, but he didn't care one bit about that, not as she squirmed with a soft grunt as he twisted her nipples, one in each hand. He had to really bear down with his fingers, pinching as if his life depended on it, to even get a reaction like that, but seeing that he could get her to respond in one way sent a shot of exhilaration through him like nothing else ever could.

His teeth were next, ducking his head to her tits, biting and nipping, doing whatever came to mind. Pulling and twisting her nipples was one thing, though how hard could he bite with his teeth instead? He did not fear leaving marks anymore, confident that her skin would look unblemished still by the time he bored of her, biting hard, sinking his teeth in as if he didn't have human incisors and canines closest to the front of his mouth but something deadlier, sharper.

The rush of blood could have been kinky, but he was hardly in any kind of position to do that, not as Casey flinched lightly, but made no other recognition of his actions, driving him on to even more extreme measures. What if he changed her expression? It was not painful, no, but he wanted to force those reactions from her, yanking at her lips, stretching them out into weird and grotesque expressions, shoving her eyebrows up, yanking her hair back. Every move he made was sharp and vicious, designed to cause her as much pain at all – or it was more that Brian was not trying to take any care with her at all, not as he would have with literally anyone else.

Yet she did not react to that, even though Violet gave her a weird look at how her expression was changing. Laughter bubbled up within him. Maybe he'd have to leave a weird pamphlet out on face stretching exercises, just fuck with both a bit. But it was too much fun to hook his fingers into the corners of Casey's gob and stretch her lips out and out and out, straining into a ghoulish grin.

With a tweak of her ears, though that was not a part he wanted to linger on, he squeezed both hands around her neck, trying to choke her as he had toyed with trying out, back in the hallway. His hands were large on her frame, for she was still a woman despite her attitude, able to stretch his thumbs up her face while he cut off her ability to breathe by applying pressure to either side of her windpipe. Contrary to belief, not a lot of pressure was required to choke someone, not as much as the movies would have people believe, and the everyday thug on the street did not know how to do a chokehold either. With the invention of superpowers too, how they had started appearing, few had bothered with physical technique on things like that.

He ground his fingers viciously into her eyes with the intent to cause as much pain as possible, adjusting his position, growling even as she hacked and gagged lightly, though Violet was ignoring her after all the weird displays she had given so far. There was only so much weirdness they could all take there before they had to roll their eyes and forget about it, after all, though Casey did not panic, not even as she was denied air into her lungs. She might have strained to gasp, but it was simply something that her mind could not comprehend, not understanding that there was a disconnect, only that she was in deeper and deeper peril.

“Fucking whore… Why don't you give in, hm? You could be useful…if you weren't so vulnerable, if you didn't leave everything exposed!"

“Yowch!"

It was a small cry, Brian leaving her neck to jab into her eye sockets more brutally, though the flexibility of her body sprang everything back into the place that it belonged regardless of what he did. He drew back at that, Casey muttering something about “having something in her eye", even though that blatantly was not true, Violet full-on giving her a weirded out look.

“Seriously, Casey, are you okay? You're really not acting like yourself since you got back from the heist. Did they use gas in there or something? Did a laser get in y our eye? I can check you out, come on. You can even go into a real hospital, if needed, no one's looking for you, I promise."

“Yeah, yeah," Casey, duly flustered, waved her hand. “Violet, I always say you worry too much, but I'm not someone you got to worry about. Just felt a bit weird, okay? Something in my eye, it's gone now."

She rubbed at her neck as she would a bug bite, though that was normal enough too that Violet did not comment on it. Brian froze with a barely concealed chuckle, not that he needed to be quiet, as he waited for them to settle down again, though there was little chatter as both women fixed their attention on the TV. That suited him fine.

He'd thought that Casey, however, might have been harder, like metal, not as soft and as pliant, like any normal person, as she did. The strength was there, yes, but it was malleable, the sort of muscle that he could shift to his whim, even then. Just…unbreakable. Someone that he had attacked in that way should have been on the floor whimpering, bleeding, broken, but Casey acted as if it was all normal, all fine, taking his beer from the table and gulping a swig out of it.

To treat a powerhouse like her as nothing more than a durable, living doll… Brian shuddered, delight flooding him. Fuck, it was a turn on! Going on missions with her again wouldn't be as tedious as they had been in the past if he always knew there was the option to treat her like that, waiting in the wings when they got back to the hideout again. It would make things more bearable, knowing that he could use her, abuse her, do anything he wanted to her and face absolutely no consequences at all for his actions.

Acting like that, without thinking about what could happen if he did something, was exactly how he had gotten into his line of crime in the first place. However, what Brian did not expect was to feel something else when he pushed his hand roughly between her thighs, seeking out the more sensitive skin there, as eager as ever to see just what kind of reaction he could pry from her.

Wet? He pressed up harder, into her pussy, but she didn't react, her legs shifting apart simply as he pushed them there. Was she really getting wet because he was treating her so roughly? Maybe it was just her, maybe she liked it rough, or perhaps her body had to respond one way or another. He did knot know and could not know, not as he shook his head and smirked, leaning in closer, his lips at her throat. When his teeth connected in a bite, he did not break the skin, though there was a part of Brian too that wished he could leave a bruise behind.

Casey squirmed in her seat, aware that she was getting turned on, though all she had to go on was the actors on the TV screen. Nothing sexy was going on, to be fair, but she could not deny that she felt warmer, a little aroused, turned on as if she should have been heading back to her room for a little private time.

“Damn…" She whistled lowly, eyes fixed on the TV screen while Violet barely glanced at her. “He's hot…"

Violet made a face.

“What? That guy."

“Nah, the one in the hat. Come on, can't you see it?"

He was good looking, but he was okay, even if Violet could not quite see it. She shrugged. Who was she to say anything if Casey had a type or not?

“Hey," Casey said, quirking an eyebrow while Brian slid his finger through her wetness, teasing the lips of her pussy through her underwear. “If I had your power, I'd be using it to spy on all the hot guys in the city – and further! How far can you sense things anyway? Can you look into their minds yet or some shit?"

Violet shook her head, not wanting to go into that. Whereas she could sense impressions, it was not as if she could jump wholly into someone's mind, though she didn't know the extent of that, not yet. No one did.

“Um, no… It's… I don't want to do that, it's…"

But she could know some things, flustered, fumbling for words. For how could she tell her friend that she could tell when she was getting turned on, even though Casey clearly wasn't trying to announce that to her?

Brian smirked. Up so close, he could feel the heat of her blush, in a position where he could take in both women, curious about their conversation, the flow of energy between them. It was so obvious, even to him, that Violet was using her powers for her advantage – hell, weren't they all? It was there for them, all for them, and they were criminals at the best of it. So, why shouldn't they get something good out of it too, the powers that they had never asked for?

He noticed, of course, that Violet didn't outright deny, clearly, that she used her powers for her own gain, filing that away for later perusal, a little thought he could tease her with while he was in control.

“Ugh, there's no decent guys around right now," Casey lamented. “All looks, no brains… Brains, no looks. Can't one guy just have everything? Or at least have basic hygiene? I'm not asking for all that fucking much."

It was, perhaps, asking for a lot when she didn't give much of herself in return, Brian thought to himself, but he was not about to involve himself on that one. He just didn't have any interest in Casey in that way, even though he thought she was a stuck-up bitch. At least she had a rocking body, but that was about all the woman had going for her in his eyes. He distracted himself by groping her, tweaking and pinching her nipples, delighting in the tiniest of tremors her body gave, the hint of a flinch, when he was especially rough. When he seemed to bear down on one place more and more, that appeared to get a tiny reaction, but he had to work for it.

Brian didn't mind work. That was what he was in the job for, as long as the rewards matched his expectations.

“Do you know Brian has the hots for you?" Casey demanded, her eyes hard as if the thought had only just leapt to mind. “He's always got his eyes on you. Probably getting off to the thought of you right now, what a wuss."

He froze, sucking in a breath. What? What fucking right did she have to get into any of that!

But Casey wasn't done yet, Violet fidgeting, playing with her hands in her lap.

“Yeah, I know…" She said slowly, averting her eyes from Casey's. “But I really don't want to be with anyone right now, life's too complicated."

“Good," Casey scoffed. “You can do so much better than him, you know you can. I think we need to train him harder, get him up to speed…

He growled, the sound ripping itself entirely unbidden from the back of his throat. Brian was in motion before his mind had caught up with what his body was doing, grabbing her by the neck and hauling her off the sofa. He might not have had super strength, but his powers allowed his influence to spread a little, her body not resisting as he tossed her down, slamming face-first into the floor.

“Oof."

Even Casey had to make a noise at that, her hands coming up automatically under her body as if to push herself up again, though he followed quickly, pressing a foot between her shoulder blades to keep her there. As Casey squirmed, trying to get air back into her lungs, Violet gawped, hands flying up to cover her mouth.

“Casey! What on earth are you doing? Are you all right? Is something wrong?"

“Erm, yeah… Yeah, I'm fine…" Casey grunted, rubbing her face, trying to prop herself up, though even she appeared a little unsure of herself – as anyone would after tossing themselves on the ground, as it was in her mind. “Just trying to get comfortable. My back aches."

Violet clamped her mouth shut, lips pressed into a thin, hard line, worrying lacing her gaze. Casey didn't get aches and pains like that, so who knew what she meant by it? Yet it was not like Violet either to shout and she wanted to quiet down already, trembling a little as she pressed back into the sofa. Though he was more concerned with the bitch that was Casey, Brian wondered if she was using her powers right then at that very moment to see what was going on with Casey. In that woman's mind, however, Violet would not find any answers.

“You fucking bitch," he spat, lifting his foot off Casey, though his hand on his hard-on spoke of ill tales still. “You think you can slag me off and do whatever the hell you like whenever you like? Well, not to me! You think I'm weak, but I'm the strongest of you all, taking the strongest and shoving you down into the dirt when you hardly know what's going on… How much will you feel, Casey?"

He spat her name like it contained a foul taste in his mouth, dropping on top of her, half-hidden by the sofa side by how he had thrown her on the floor, which was just as well with what he had in mind. His cock begged for relief and, with the heated roil of anger seething in the pit of his stomach, there was little else Brian felt he could do but to follow it. He could not see her bruised, but he could see her used as he willed.

That was why he shoved her legs apart as much as possible, the mini skirt scrunched up to her hips, legs bent. He didn't care how she felt about it and wouldn't have even cared if she'd gotten hurt, after the way she'd talked about him.

His prick found her pussy like a target, sinking deep, roughly grinding and humping in, using every inch. He'd never fucked someone while they weren't aware of his presence and he didn't consider whether they would react or not, whether it would pull them towards awareness of him. Truth be told, Brian was simply too far gone in the fiery passion of anger to care anymore, simply wanting to show Casey that he was better, that he could not be pushed around, that the person that she thought he was did not exist.

But, fuck, she was hot too. He sank into her with raw abandon, the first time he had used someone sexually like that bar the blowjobs he had taken as softly as possible from Violet – and that had only been touching before that day. He snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth, more like a feral animal than a man in that moment, intent only on causing her debasement, degradation. It would only have been better if she could have known it was happening to her – alas, that would have taken away his power over her. And his power was everything he craved, everything he could use against the woman who thought so lowly of him.

Fuck her.

Fuck the bitch!

“You…don't…fucking…" He panted through harsh breaths, dragged in between thrusts of his dick. “Deserve…unff…me. You don't deserve any guy!"

That was a fair enough assumption with how he had seen her treat guys, but the heat of her pussy wrapped around his cock made his head swim. Fuck, he could see how guys could fall for that cunt, when her muscular legs were pushed up against him, losing his mind in the moment. Pleasure swamped him to the point that he could no longer spit out abuse, though he showed it in the rough strokes of his cock, forcing her cunt to accept him with every crude thrust.

“Fuck you, Casey…" He heaved, pinning her with his hands, the woman on her back, shaking under the force of his thrusts. “Fuck…you!"

“Casey… Casey, are you sure you're okay?"

Casey swallowed hard, glancing at the TV, though it was hard to concentrate on anything like that when she was so warm, tingly, feeling something without knowing what it was. Was she turned on? Fuck, she should go masturbate… But she couldn't seem to get up, choosing instead to lie there, trying to cool down on the floor, trying to relax, even if things didn't quite seem to be going to plan for her evening.

A moan built in her throat that she pushed down immediately, horrified that she would even consider making a noise like that in front of Violet. What the hell was wrong with her? But her body felt good, too good, aching in that special was, even if her mind could not match up what she was feeling with something happening to her.

Even if it did not make sense, her leg moving to the side to a stretch that would have usually been uncomfortable for her, she went along with it, breathing harshly but as mutely as she could until Violet's attention was reclaimed by the TV.

Brian stretched her leg out to the side so that nothing stopped him from pounding her, harder and faster, lost in the moment. The mini skirt hitched up, not as if it was covering very much anyway, and he growled as he slammed in, the smack of his hips connecting with her body, the flesh of her thighs, echoing through the room. If either woman caught the lingering echo of the smacks after the sound had left his range of influence and power, they did not react.

“I'll fuck you against the wall," he hissed, taking his last words with all the breath he had as tension built within him. “I'll fuck you on all fours, when you're taking a shower, when you're out on a mission, when you're chatting to that guy you like, in the kitchen, when you're vulnerable, whenever I can get you. You're mine now, Casey, and I've got you either way.

He took her and used her until he was done with her, Casey smiling, getting more used to the sensations, even if they did not all make sense. He slammed into her finally with a low groan, though he wasn't trying to be quiet, spending his load inside her, leaving the mess inside her pussy for her to work out later. Maybe she'd think she was just super horny or something, who the fuck cared? Most certainly not him.

Dragging his cock from her, he stood, the woman smiling idiotically up at him, stepping on her face to grind her face into the ground with his heel. She did not flinch, though her flesh shifted and squashed under his heel, bone resisting him.

“You're never going to be rid of me."

That was both a vow and a promise.

And Casey would never know a thing, her strength useless to her while he sought to take everything from her.

*

“What happened? Are you two okay?"

Violet stepped back from the entrance to their hideout as Brian carried Casey in, the woman knocked out cold. He didn't even have the energy to swear as he tossed her onto one of the sofas in the living area, Violet scurrying after him, eyes wide.

“Hey – don't treat her so roughly! What happened? Is she okay?"

Of course, he thought dimly, though didn't want to be too mean to Violet, not even in his head. She would be more concerned about Casey, especially when she didn't like him, not like that. But, to be fair, Casey was knocked out cold, so perhaps there was something to it.

Collapsing onto the opposite sofa, across from the TV, he panted, trying to catch his breath, dirt covering him all over and straining to catch his breath.

“They had extra security on," he said shortly, trying to convey the information needed in as few words as possible. “Think they had some sleeping gas set up in a hallway that she got exposed to? Didn't think it would work, but I found her out like a light. Had to carry her all the way back here. She's goddamn heavy…"

Violet grabbed Casey's arm, worry lining her gaze as she shook her gently. Brian sighed. If only that worry was for him, though he would have wanted it to be for the right reasons.

“Brian, come on…" She nagged him, dithering back and forth. “I can't carry her back myself! You can't just leave her on the sofa… Help me take her to her room…"

But his muscles ached and he simply didn't have the will to do anything nice, not then, not even for Violet. All he could do was reach for his power, activating it and slipping away from her realm of consciousness.

He'd never done it before when someone was directly talking to him like that, not someone he knew closely, and it was strange to see how it affected her. Violet was mid-flow, though he had not been listening, his head pounding, and dropped her argument instantly, looking around. He almost felt sorry that she looked lost, but he needed some time for him, not to lug around Casey – Violet didn't even know for how long he'd been carrying her.

Violet didn't spend long wondering what had happened, muttering something about Brian leaving when she was in the middle of a sentence, trying to look after Casey. Truthfully, there was not much to be done for Casey, not when she was simply asleep, though there was a distinct possibility that she would wake with one hell of a headache.

It was easy to sit back and watch as he rested, though sitting there did not help the aches and pains in his body. Still, it was amusing to him to see Violet tending to Casey. One thing that Casey could have had going for her was how protective she was over Violet, but there were few redeeming qualities to that woman. He wasn't so sure he would ever forgive her for how she treated him, not when Casey seemed so intent on digging herself deeper and deeper down into the rabbit hole of having him hate her guts that he wasn't about to be super forgiving to her. She didn't deserve it and he got to have his fun with her, showing her that she wasn't half as strong as she thought she was, whenever he used his powers around her.

With Casey helpless before Violet, however, a thought crossed his mind that had a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

Violet held a fleece blanket up, about to throw it over Casey where she'd been positioned more comfortably on the sofa, when Brian grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Violet froze there as if caught by a thought she had not expected, allowing him to tug the blanket from her unsuspecting hands, tossing it aside. It wasn't going to be needed.

“Come on, Violet, let's see what you can do…"

It was wrong, but it was so goddam right that he couldn't stop himself, holding Violet's wrists to guide her hands to Casey's breasts. He pushed them down on the soft flesh covered by her stretchy suit, holding them there for a second before pulling away, his grin so wide that it practically stretched from ear to ear.

“Crap – Casey! Sorry, I'm so sorry!"

She hadn't meant to do it! And neither could Violet explain how her hands had been on Casey's breasts, accidentally groping her, her face flushed in apology. But something was wrong, very strangely wrong, for no matter what she did, how she tried to look after Casey, she found herself with her hands on Casey's breasts all over again.

She jumped and blushed and tried to find something to put between them, though her hands only went to Casey's legs instead, sliding up her muscular flesh with a little whimper that didn't sound right coming from her lips.

“Sorry, Casey, I'm so sorry, I don't know what's happening."

Guilt flooded her as she poured out apology after apology, though the fact of the matter remained that she would not have to apologise if she just stopped groping the woman! She could not know that Brian was making her do it, that he was manipulating her into groping the woman that she saw as her friend, even touching her between her thighs, up close to her pussy.

Violet blushed heavily, the hot embarrassment and guilt of it creeping down her neck. She was wrong, so wrong, her apologies failing, muttered, useless when she kept doing whatever it was that she was.

“I can't do this, I shouldn't be touching you like this, I don't know what's going on, Casey, I don't mean this, I promise…"

But how could she say that when her body felt so warm, not only because of her blush? It felt warm and wrong for other reasons too, her breath hitching and catching, not understanding. That, however, that lingering arousal burning and simmering through the pit of her being, was very much not something that Brian could control. The warmth in her was not to be denied, looking at Casey for longer and longer, slower to even try to pull her hands away, molesting her friend while her mind reeled, knowing it was wrong, that she didn't really want to do it…

Then why was she pressing her thighs together, trying to feel and make something of a moment that was not hers to take?

“I'm so sorry, so sorry… I… I don't want… I didn't mean… I don't want to violate you, Casey."

Of course, it was Brian handling her the whole time, forcing her hands into all kinds of positions, touching Casey all over, groping and squeezing, though he did not quite escalate as far as pinching. That might have pulled Violet out of her state of mind, made her think that something more was at play, but he wanted to stay quiet, to stay out of it, all invisible and all-knowing so that he could force her to molest Casey. It was even better, in a way, than doing it himself, especially as it wouldn't have been half as fun for him to abuse Casey when she was knocked out. He wanted her aware, to see what reactions he could force from her with extreme pressure…

“Come on, Violet, that's good… Give her a little squeeze here…"

He helped Violet along too, sliding his hand between her legs under her dress, up against her panties. He had stroked her there before, but never when Violet was getting turned on from something else too, a damp spot growing that he readily encouraged. He slid his fingers into her panties, tugging them to the side, thankful that she wore so many skirts and dresses, easing into her wetness with a secret thrill.

Why did she have to be so hot? At least he got to enjoy her, her mind struggling to understand why she was so turned on.

“You're doing so well, Violet, keep touching her. You know you like this, look how good it makes you feel."

Even though Violet could not hear him, she could not deny that she felt good, her body showing the effects of being aroused, shifting her weight, whimpering softly, brushing the back of her neck. It was only faint, but it was there, growing more and more, confusion battling with arousal. The only reason that Brian could come up with in the heat of the moment for her being more amenable to it and showing more signs that she was aroused was perhaps due to her actually doing something that could be deemed arousing: groping and touching Casey. With something for her mind to link the arousal to, it could be allowed to develop more naturally without the mind trying to find a reason for it not to exist.

It was an interesting discovery, though highlighted that his powers had benefits and limits in equal measure. Nothing came without a price, after all.

“See how good this makes you feel, Violet," Brian whispered, holding her hips as if she was a lover. “You know you want to do this to her too, just think about how good you feel. You're so hot, Vi… So pretty. Let me make you feel so good."

He ran his hands all over her, letting the prickling, tingling touches of his fingertips carry through her, driving her heart into a frenzied beat. Though he still didn't let her pull away from Casey, shoving her hands right back where they belonged if she ever tried to pull away, a smile on his lips, showing her the way. It was the least he could do for her.

His fingers slid into her passage, getting her wetter, showing her how good it could be, even as Violet's hands stayed, trembling on Casey's breasts for the longest spell that time. Vi would never know how much seeing that made his heart leap, his hard-on aching furiously through his clothes. Fuck, it was such a turn on to see her touching Casey like that, to have someone else doing things to another under his will, all while everyone was helpless to do anything about it.

Once again, it was shown that he was the one out of the three with the strongest powers of all.

Her pussy was wet, so wet, and he licked his lips, keen to see how far he could push Violet. What if she changed her mind if he pushed her far enough? At least Violet still, hypothetically, wouldn't be able to see him, though it was not as if she was hypnotised and not quite able to do things that she naturally wouldn't. That there were rules that he had to operate within, and the rest of the world too, was more exciting, to him, than it could ever be restricting. He wanted to operate within them, to find the rules for himself and push right up to the limits of them.

Violet, of course, would never, ever, not even the once, consider doing all that she was currently being forced to do to Casey, though he didn't care about that. All he wanted to see was domineering Casey dominated, forced down by one who she only saw as her little sister. Yet little Violet may have been quiet, wrapped up so very much in her own thoughts, but she was far from meek.

Maybe it was about time that Violet saw that too, dug into her power as he had? But Brian was not privy to all that went on in her mind.

He had to keep, however, pushing Violet back into place, the woman that he adored so much trembling as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her, what she was doing, why she felt so warm and tingly all over. She could not help that her stomach was turning over and neither could she help that both her body and that of the woman before her were both slowly becoming increasingly naked.

Brian took his time, for what rush was there when Casey was knocked out? He could reveal tantalising sliver after sliver of skin, peeling off Casey's skin-tight suit, the stretchy one that she often wore out on missions so that she had full flexibility, though it showed off her muscles. Violet whimpered and he took a moment to soothe her, stroking her hair, whispering sweet nothings to her.

“Don't worry, Vi, it's all going to be okay. Just give her a kiss, a little kiss, that's so wonderful, Violet…"

He praised her as he kissed her, tongue dipping sensually into her mouth as if in preparation for the kiss that he forced her into with Casey. He pressed her head down over and over again as she muttered apologies, not wanting to do it, though he even squeezed her cheeks very lightly to get her to pucker up. It was almost as if it was a proper kiss, one undertaken entirely under Violet's own will.

Violet, however, surprised him. Bit by bit, her struggle died down as she seemed to give in, though Brian could not tell the exact reason why. She kissed Casey more passionately, running her tongue against the other woman's lips, and he encouraged her by sliding his fingers into her pussy again, pumping them back and forth, curling them against her G-spot. It was one of the spots of her body that he could get a stronger reaction from, which was one of the reasons that he had, at least, been able to find it even with her not knowing he was there.

“Give in to the pleasure, Violet," he coaxed. “It's all okay… Enjoy her. For me."

Violet didn't know what she was doing, moving her hands over Casey's naked body, bare from head to toe herself too. She tweaked Casey's nipples, fascinated by her, so limp, so unaware… She would never admit it aloud, but she found her irresistible, as if an invisible lure had drawn her to Casey. Maybe to have a partner like that was what she had wanted all along, though it was not something that she had ever considered. With everything going on, there was no other conclusion that her frazzled, aroused mind could fathom.

Brian watched, jaw slack and grinning with glee. Was his power that strong that he could change her mind, turn her to something she never thought she'd do? Apparently so!

“I can change your mind!" He shouted, punching the air, watching Violet slide her fingers into Casey's pussy, toying with her. “You didn't want to… And now you do!"

It was a huge thing to know, that by merely manipulating those around him he could evade detection and get what he wanted, dragging Casey to the carpet so that she could better be used by both of them. He rushed, fumbling in his haste, wanting to grope both at once, stripping himself of his clothes.

He grabbed Violet's breasts from behind, massaging and squeezing them gently, in the next move grinding his cock into Casey's soft, unsuspecting mouth. Her limp tongue pressed against his cock as he ground deep, forcing her throat to take him even as her body twitched inside, hacking in a reflex around his dick. It didn't stop him, not as he ran his hands over Violet, overstimulated and wanting more, so very much more.

He wouldn't be satisfied until he had it all, still being gentle with Vi, though he knew he could have them any way that he wanted. But Violet did not deserve that to him while he could grope and pinch Casey to his heart's content, using her body violently. He would not be too rough, no, not with Violet there, as if her presence helped him calm himself. Brian, frankly, was far too turned on to worry about being overly crass anyway when it came to debasing Casey.

He changed what he was doing, admiring how Violet couldn't take her eyes off Casey even while he was forcing her into a blowjob, bobbing her head on his cock, though she wouldn't know what she was doing. Moaning, he let his head fall back luxuriously, marvelling at how the stars had aligned, how he had finally been able to use his power to get what he wanted.

Violet, however, was more fun to puppet towards more extreme acts, taking her hand, forcing her to pump her fingers furiously into Casey as if she was trying to make her orgasm, even taking her hand and showing her, however light it was, to slap her face. Violet bit her lip and moaned, seeing it all as some kind of experiment.

Yet what more could be done – what more could he have her do? Oh, Brian would need time to think about that, to come up with things, though he had Violet rocking her pussy against Casey's face while the unconscious woman was on her back, showing her just how Casey could be used for pleasure. There were so many things that could be done too, squeezing her fingers into “pinching" motions, grabbing at Casey's nipples, twisting, Violet taking a short gasp of delight. Brian smirked.

“You're so good at everything, Violet… Keep going, oh, fuck, you're hot…"

The best position and the favourite thing that he found, so far, to share Casey between them, however, was propping Casey up with a few pillows so that her bare backside was shoved in the air. Brian pounded her pussy with furious glee from behind while Violet lay on the floor before Casey, panting heavily, flushed in the face and her hair messed up around her head in a golden halo. She could not force Casey, of course, to eat her out while she was unconscious, but she could hump and grind up against her face, using her like a living, if sleeping, sex toy.

“Oh… Ohhh…"

Violet blushed, moaning aloud, acting of her own accord as orgasm took her, not aware that the tremble in Casey's body was due to Brian pounding her. She only cared, right then and there, that it felt good, the hot wash of guilt swept away by more illicit pleasure, however taboo it was.

And Brian was there to see it all too, murmuring praise and attention on Violet as he fucked Casey's cunt to completion, spending another load inside her without any care from the consequences.

“You're wonderful, Vi, oh my god… You're so…"

Kinky? Sweet? Awesome? Hot? So many words that he could use, though all of them applied to her in different ways, new light shed on Violet that could never again be taken back.

It was only later, resting on the sofa with Violet, who had unfortunately dressed herself again, that Brian wondered whether he could manipulate Violet into liking or even loving him. Maybe it would not take that much, if all it was involved was a push of influence, a repeated doing, or maybe that meant it was real too. He did not know, could not know until he tried.

Or even more tantalisingly, there was the chance that he could orchestrate some kind of kinky unrequited love triangle between them all, Violet lusting for Casey while he lusted for Violet. Casey wouldn't lust for either – well, perhaps he could have some way about that, but Brian had too much to play with for the time being. With his power ensuring that he could enjoy both of them and their bodies as much as he wanted without any consequences at all, he could try all he liked, if he was careful about it.

He smiled, resting his hand possessively on Violet's thigh, the woman unaware that he was there. Of course, she did not move or react to him at all, his touch too light for that.

He could even manipulate Violet, maybe, into drugging Casey again for another chance to play, to see more of the kinky side of Violet that didn't want to hold back. He liked that side, wanted to see more of it. There was so much she could do and he hadn't had the chance to see just how his sweet Violet was not so sweet at all.

Brian smiled.

She was his partner in crime more than she knew.

And he loved that even more.