Under His Influence

“Now you, Miranda,” he said, rolling playfully onto his side and looming over her, “like all sorts of exciting things, don’t you?” His hand moved slowly, torturingly, over her stomach, up as far as her bra, down as far as the waistline of her knickers. She yanked at the ties, writhing, arching her back for more. “Variety,” he murmured, lowering his lips to her navel and licking a circle around it. “Spice.”

“Oh fuck, please.” Mimi hardly recognised her own voice. “Please.”

“So much pleading today. Anna, you. I may dispense mercy…” The tip of a finger flicked lightly against the silk covering Mimi’s hard nipples. “Or I may not.”

“Hng.” Mimi tried to lift her bottom, to spread her legs wider, to invite him to touch the soaked fabric plastered to her pussy lips. One coherent thought popped into her mind, a moment of clarity. I’ve sold my soul to the devil.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Actually, I can only tease you for so long. My kind have strong urges, Miranda. Very strong. I need sex, lots of sex, as much as I can get. I find it…empowering. Very. So you’ll get yours, don’t worry, my love. But I do enjoy a little bit of torment first. Indulge me. I can’t help it. It’s my nature. You’re big on nature, here on Earth, aren’t you? Red in tooth and claw.”

Mimi let him ramble on. He could have been speaking Hindi for all she understood of it. She was aware of nothing but the furious need of her sex, clenching and spasming, all but screaming for him.

“Should I untie you?” he mused. “I think I like you like that. I think I’ll keep you restrained this time. Safer that way anyway.” His finger drifted up and down her arms, stopping to tickle the armpits. Mimi began to scream but he put a hand over her mouth, muffling it straightaway. “No, love. Quietly. Mustn’t wake the wife, must we?”

Her ankles and wrists were sore from all the pulling, but she couldn’t stop herself. He ran a finger underneath the frilly edge of her bra cups, just enough to let the material rustle and shift over her nipples. Hot bolts of fire targeted her crotch and her hips jolted. She was begging again, in a whisper, an intense stream of petitions for mercy hissing out of her.

“We’re going to do it all,” John was telling her, tweaking her knicker elastic at the top of her inner thighs, stroking the sensitised skin over and over while she bucked and sobbed. “I’m going to fuck you in every single position you’ve ever heard of, and hundreds more that you haven’t. I’m going to make you come so hard you lose your senses. I can do that, you know. I’ve done it to Anna. Don’t worry, it’s temporary. I’m going to use you up and wear you out. I’m going to the limits of your kinky imagination and beyond. Every fantasy you’ve ever had can be fulfilled now. Let me see…”

He frowned down at Mimi’s contorted face, reading beyond her streaming eyes.

“Not the one about you being in control. I don’t do that. The rest, though… Why not?”

He smiled at Mimi’s suffering. She was panting now, heavily, trying to force her swollen clit down on his just-beyond-range fingers.

He wriggled one forefinger farther and skimmed her outer lips, up and down. The moment he made contact with her clit, she arched and stiffened and all the unbearable tension roared out of her in the strongest orgasm of her life.

“There,” he said, maddeningly smug, once she had finished making unearthly noises and tossing her limbs as wildly as she could within their constraints. “You liked that, didn’t you? Hmm?”

“You bastard,” she puffed. “You’re evil. Truly evil.” A tear leaked from the corner of an eye. He kissed it away.

“Don’t disappoint me, Miranda. I thought you were strong.”

“I am,” she affirmed, rallying her weakened spirits.

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now. And, as you might have guessed, half measures really aren’t my style.”

Somewhere, far away, behind all the need and shame and lust, something clicked in Mimi’s brain and she found a scrap of resistance.

“You need a condom.”

“I beg your pardon.” John stopped in midslither, pressing her down where their pelvises met, staring into Mimi’s wide brown eyes.

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

He blinked. “Aren’t you on the pill?”

“Anna was on the pill. It doesn’t work on space spunk, apparently.”

“Very funny.” John sucked in his cheeks, thinking. “I guess you’re right. It doesn’t work on me. But I am honouring you by making you my breeding partner, Miranda. You might not like the idea now, but once your belly is full…”

“No,” she asserted, needing every ounce of her strength to hold this line. “Anna is giving you your heir. You don’t need two of them. Especially not from two mothers. Can’t you at least wait until she has given birth before you start trying to impregnate me?”

John exhaled loudly, looking about him as if searching for a satisfactory answer in the air.

“All right. I don’t need another child just yet. I can wait. I can’t wait to fuck you though, and I don’t carry condoms.” He pushed forward menacingly, his hard bulge making contact with Mimi’s crotch.

“Let me suck you instead,” she offered in desperation, watching his hand unbuckle his belt as he lay propped above her.

“Fine.” He threw the belt aside and removed his trousers in a shimmying move before kneeling up and straddling Mimi’s chest. “Can you do it without hands? Let’s see, shall we?”