Elizzyviolet here: just a heads up, this story contains nonconsensual cock & ball torture, and it's often done to people other than the protagonist's boyfriend. Check the tags on future parts before reading them, because some other elements will be featured in the series later on and they're not for everyone. Anyway, sorry for the lengthy foreword, but enjoy!
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Rosalie enjoyed her boyfriend Blake's nice house, but the main problem with it was that she couldn't telekinetically pour herself a glass of apple juice or make coffee from her desk. At least she was happy to work from home: that way, she could wear her pink pajamas while working; they went well with her pink dyed hair.
It was tough to use her powers when there were several walls between her and the fridge; a small price to pay for living in a two story home with a dedicated office room, she supposed. But still, when she actually had her drink, it was easy enough to levitate it into her mouth without touching the mug or glass.
As she coded some assorted game logic into the fucked up yandere visual novel she was working on, she wondered if today was a good time to tell Blake about the whole psychic thing. Maybe it was. He seemed loyal enough to her; his dreams were filled mostly with her, after all, and the one time he had a nightmare about angering her, he was distraught for days. They were usually lovely dreams to watch at three in the morning when she couldn't sleep and watching something on her phone might wake him; somehow, he was more sensitive to light than to a hand on his forehead...
She snapped back to reality and focused on making her game. This yandere shit was cool. A little unethical, sure, but it was fun to fantasize about. And it was fun to imagine other people experiencing it; especially given how she knew this game would sell well. Psychics were great salespeople, after all, and the demo had already made a splash online.
The one thing she didn't get about the whole yandere trope was the possessiveness. It was sexy, but so weird. If Blake were out sucking and fucking during his workday, she wouldn't give a shit. She wondered if maybe she should tell him that too; or maybe coming out as a psychic and telling him he could bang whoever was too much for one day.
Rosalie sighed. She was daydreaming too much. She stood up, and walked from the office to the living room to the kitchen, and she made herself a cup of coffee. After adding a ton of sugar, she glared at it, decided it wasn't enough, and added a bit more.
Blake didn't add sugar to his coffee, although he made up for it by drinking both Mountain Dew and coffee as breakfast as part of some insane power combo she had yet to comprehend. Although he was always gone before the combo kicked in, she suspected it had quite the impact on his work performance... and the performance of his kidneys. It was the one unhealthy habit she couldn't get him to drop.
She stirred the coffee with her telekinetic power instead of using a spoon; it was faster to do it that way. And even from a distance, she could feel the hot liquid as if she were touching it with her hands; it was a painless kind of intense heat.
Of course, when Blake was around, she always used a spoon, and rinsed it off before putting it back in the drawer. That was one of the reasons she loved Blake; he also took five to ten seconds to rinse something off when possible instead of just sticking it in the dishwasher.
As she returned to the office with her coffee, the front door opened, and Blake stepped inside. He was taller than her, and his short brown hair and cute face could pull off any kind of expression and make it look like pure happiness. He also looked lovely in the suit and tie he was wearing, but he honestly looked a lot better in sweaters. Unfortunately, it wasn't sweater weather at the moment...
"Hiiii! Helloooo!" Blake cheerfully said.
"Blake! So good to see you."
"How's my little snugglebuns doing?" Blake asked.
"Great! Wanna see what I've been working on? Come here!"
She lightly tugged Blake's sleeve and led him over to his desk, and he looked at what was on the screen.
"Yep," Blake said. "That's fucked up."
"I know, right?"
"I don't know anyone else who would make something like this. Great work!"
He gave her a cheery thumbs up, and then leaned in for a kiss. Her lips met his, and with physical contact came fleeting images of his thoughts; she saw herself reflected in his mind, seeing herself as he saw her. And he was thinking about dinner too.
He pulled his lips away and smiled.
"Now I need to take off this ridiculous suit. Speaking of which, what's for dinner?"
It was one of those Blake non-sequiturs she loved. Priceless.
Blake slowly walked away, giving her a chance to respond. It had been a month since they had last ordered pizza... She liked forcing him to eat healthier. But maybe today was a good opportunity for pizza. And she could do that thing she loved doing to delivery guys, assuming they had hired a new one.
"Pizza!" Rosalie said.
"Yes!" Blake said as he thrust his arms into the air in joy. "Finally! I'll order that stuffed crust right away!"
"As you should. You've earned it, after all."
If she was going to reveal her psychic powers to him, she might as well butter him up with some pizza. And if she didn't, well, pizza was still fun.
"Gonna join me upstairs?" Blake asked.
"I'm really in the zone right now. Just gotta keep coding this scene..."
Blake smiled. He was always happy to see her enjoying her hobbies, and she knew it. Some of his most pleasant dreams were of him simply watching her do something fucked up and liking that she was happy...
Still, it was probably for the best that he was going upstairs for a bit. It would be awkward if he witnessed what might be about to happen to that pizza guy.
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Blake ordered the pizza and some cheesy bread, and after about fifteen minutes of excited writing and coding and coffee drinking, Rosalie, staying in her darkened office, peeked through the curtains with a pair of binoculars, watching like a hawk for the delivery guy. She had already gone over the front lawn security camera footage of past pizza delivery guys, so it would be trivial to recognize a new face.
After several minutes of watching, a car parked on the street in front of the house. Perfect. She would finally be able to indulge in that rare, rare pleasure she loved so very much...
A sexy delivery guy stepped out, holding the insulated bag with the pizza boxes inside; Rosalie guessed that he was probably a college student, given the university parking pass hung on the rear view mirror of his car.
She angled her binoculars down, observing his groin as he approached. Then, she reached out with a faint telekinetic grope, and she funneled her senses through it. Her heart pounded with excitement.
It was too faint for him to feel it, yet Rosalie strongly felt everything in his groin. She ignored his pathetically small dick and went straight to those juicy balls, probing around with her senses, mapping out the insides. Everything in there was so delicate. The power she held over him was so, so exhilarating. Almost her entire mind was occupied and excited by the moment, and the rest of it was listening for the sounds of Blake approaching, just in case.
When she was finished sensing the precise anatomy of his testicles, she smiled so, so cheerfully, and giggled with erotic excitement. After putting a few strands of her power around the pizza to make sure it would fall safely to the ground, she brought her telekinetic grasp around his left nut...
...And she twisted. Hard. And as she did, her body pulsed with an excitement she felt almost nowhere else.
The delivery guy collapsed without making a sound. They never made a sound. Or if they did, it was an imperceptible wheeze, maybe. A pulse of erotic pleasure shot through Rosalie. She reached down and stuck her hand in her pants for just a moment, rubbing her fingers against the outside of her panties.
Now was the hard decision. Twist the knife, or go easy on him?
She settled for a compromise, keeping his left nut held in twisted agony for a few more seconds before finally untwisting it back to its proper positioning. The delivery guy held still on the ground for a moment, and then with arms and legs shaking, he managed to stand up. He reached into his pants. An agonized blush appeared on his face. The aftermath was always so fun to watch. So, so lovely...
The excitement lingered as she put her binoculars away. She turned on the lights in her office again, and then she went to the front door, anticipating a knock, and did her best to hide her arousal
When he knocked feebly at the door, she waited a moment, and then opened it for him.
