Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.
Prologue
Ben Pry knocked on the door of his head teacher's office, Mrs Hallingsfield. She was a bitch of an old woman. He knew he was summoned to her office because his attendance had dropped, and it was a stupid oversight on his behalf.
He had been having so much fun this past year that he started to forget about the little details.
Always cover yourself, Ben,
He thought as he waited for a response through the door,
I need to make a set of rules or something for myself.
"Come in." He heard the woman call. Her voice was soft, almost delicate, but Ben knew the truth about her.
It had been over a year since he was last called to her office, but back then he didn't know half of what he could do now. So unlike last time, Ben wasn't a cowering child. Since turning 18 Ben has gotten stronger and stronger, and now he was ready, so Mrs Hallingsfield was gonna get it.
"You asked to see me?" Ben asked as he opened the door.
"Yes, take a seat." She said.
To be fair, Mrs Hallingsfield may have been a bitch in her 50's, but she was smoking hot! She had long black hair and clearly still went to the gym a lot. She didn't wear provocative clothing, although her job as a head teacher surely had something to do with that.
Ben sat down opposite her, knowing his cockiness was clearly showing through.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Your attendance lately Ben has been, somewhat lacking." She said and opened a folder on her desk.
"Is that so?" Ben asked.
"Yes, it seems you are down to 60% attendance, which unfortunately, means I am going to have to put it on your record." She told him.
Ben looked at her and smiled, and clearly his expression shocked her.
"I don't think you understand what this means," she said, turning stern, "this will really hinder your chances of getting into university."
"Oh, I don't think it will." Ben said and laughed.
"I don't appreciate your tone." She told him.
"And I don't appreciate you affecting my activities." Ben shot back.
"I beg your pardon?!" She shouted.
Ben leant forward, getting closer to her. Her brown eyes looked at him.
Ha, brown eyes... they once were able to stop me, but not any more.
Looking at the older woman, Ben stared deeply into her eyes. Then he felt it. The burst of energy started from deep inside of him.
Oh yeah, this is almost as good as what comes next,
he thought.
"Let me rephrase that," Ben said while staring at her. "It won't affect my chances of getting into University because you won't be reporting it to anyone."
"I... I..." She stuttered out.
Ben knew that stare. Her eyes were focused fully on him, unable to look away.
Her stuttering words enhanced the feeling of energy inside of him just waiting to burst out.
He stood up, and Mrs Hallingsfield's eyes following his as he rose.
"And in fact, I think you owe me an apology," he told her, "so apologise to me."
Mrs Hallingsfield stared at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open.
Hmm, seems she is a bit stronger than most.
But it was no matter. No one was able to defy him.
"I'm... I'm sorry." She stuttered out.
Oooooh yeah!
Ben thought. It felt like his body was buzzing with energy, taking over him and making him into something more. He knew when he felt like this that he had to let it out. There was no escaping it. The power was taking over him.
He stared deeper into the older woman's eyes. His own eyes started to feel hot, like there was a fire inside of his skull. The harder he stared and focused on her, the hotter it burnt.
"Stand up." He instructed.
Mrs Hallingsfield did just that, her attempt to fight it gone.
Ben didn't know what was going on in their heads when he took control. Every part of them seemed to obey him without hesitation. He could only assume that their minds were doing the same.
"I'm going to need a better apology than that," he told her. "You're going to suck my dick."
After being able to use his gift more and more often, Ben grew bored of the games. He wanted to get straight to the point, so why beat around the bush?
"And in fact, you want to suck my dick, don't you?" He asked.
"I want to suck your dick." She replied.
Hmm, making these rules for people, maybe I should keep track of what I am making people want... that should definitely be another rule.
"Come and get on your knees in front of me." He ordered.
Standing still, he watched his head teacher walk around her desk and sink to her knees as instructed. He could sense her heavy breathing, his instruction of her wanting to suck his dick working away.
"Take it out and get started." He instructed.
Ben knew that most of his gift came from his mind. Yes, he worked out fairly early on that he required eye contact to make the proper instructions, but the exact words didn't matter too much. As long as his point was made and he knew what he wanted, then it would be done.
As Mrs Hallingsfield started to suck his dick, Ben smiled at his latest conquest.
"For the rest of the school year you will suck my dick whenever I tell you to," He told her, "without hesitation."
This was one thing Ben wanted to test out. He knew that his orders were followed completely while he was in the room. Hell, some of them lasted for a long time, but he didn't know exactly how long.
He set a mental timer in his head and vowed to keep testing it until she stopped obeying.
Oh yes, Mrs Hallingsfield was going to be cheating on her husband and sucking this younger cock a lot in this year to come.
Chapter I
Elizabeth McCalister was beaming with excitement as she arrived into work. She had only been working at LNG Industries for two years as a junior lawyer, but the owner of the company had arranged a meeting with her that afternoon.
For a 21 year old girl, Elizabeth had high goals in mind. She was hard working, loved what she did, and was willing to fight her way to the top. With that in mind, a lot of her coworkers didn't like her. They saw her as a suck up, someone who worked too hard and wanted all the credit.
She had made a handful of enemies during her two years at the company, but they all worked beneath her now.
Elizabeth didn't look down on anyone. She just wasn't against standing on people's shoulders to get what she wanted.
Another thing she wasn't against using was her looks. Elizabeth was engaged to her high school boyfriend, Gregory, and she would never actually cheat on him. She loved him with her entire soul, however, Elizabeth knew she was a stunning woman and would use that to get people to do things for her.
The company she worked for employed around 70% men, mostly older, and Elizabeth wore tight shirts that highlighted her larger than average breasts. She wore tight skirts that hugged her naturally curvy ass but also showed off her toned, smooth legs. She also straightened her jet black hair down to give off a professional yet sexy vibe.
Gregory didn't know these were the reasons that Elizabeth did all this and dressed the way she did. She didn't want to upset him, but she saw it as a means to an end, and once she got to the top, she could act however she wanted.
By the time the meeting came, Elizabeth could barely hide her excitement. She was hoping they were going to promote he again! Unsurprisingly, not a single person out of the over hundred in the office came to wish her good luck.
But she didn't care.
She walked towards the office of the company owner, a man she hadn't actually met yet.
Mr Pry,
she read on his door.
This man was an enigma to Elizabeth. If what she had heard about him were true, she actually looked up to him. He wasn't much older than her, not even 40 yet, but somehow he had gone from the bottom to owning the company in no time at all.
Apparently, he just had this sort of charm about him, a way with words that got whatever he wanted. Well, Elizabeth was going to try and do that to him to get what she wanted.
She knocked on the door and waited for a response.
"Come in." She heard a man's voice say.
Be confident, you got this.
She turned her head one last time and saw a female colleague, Jane, giving her a dirty look before heading into his office.
Mr Pry was sitting behind his large desk. He wore a black suit with his black hair combed professionally. To be fair, he was a very handsome man, the sort of man Elizabeth would be interested in if she wasn't engaged.
"I'm here for the meeting?" She said in a soft voice.
She wanted to start off the meeting seeming a little meagre, knowing that men wanted to feel in charge around a young woman like herself, and then she would let her confidence shine through.
"Yes, please take a seat." He replied.
As Elizabeth walked over, she saw something that took her off guard. Mr Pry, his eyes, they were purple.
She had never seen someone with purple coloured eyes before. She didn't even know that was a thing. She was also surprised that no one had ever mentioned it to her but assumed that was because most people here hated her.
Nevertheless, she tried to not get distracted by his shocking eyes and sat down.
"I've been going over your work since you've started here." He said, reading through a few files.
Elizabeth sat upright, allowing her chest to stick out, and then she caught him glimpsing at her breasts.
That's it, do what I want,
she thought.
"It's very impressive work," he continued. "I don't know how you managed to do so much in such a short amount of time."
"My work is very important to me, sir." Elizabeth told him.
"I can see that, very impressive." He said.
Elizabeth watched as he closed the folder and sat back on his chair. He was smiling at her but just his persona gave off what a powerful, strong man he really was.
Just the way he looked at her, Elizabeth felt a little jolt between her legs. She was a sexual woman, something that Gregory lived up to most of the time, however she already thought about pleasing herself while imagining Mr Pry.
"So, I've been talking to the board members," Mr Pry continued. "I've suggested that you join my team."
Elizabeth had to stop herself from jumping and smiling.
"Your team, sir?" She asked.
"Oh, don't be coy with me," Mr Pry joked. "I know you had your sights set on this. I've been watching, and you really have out done yourself."
"Well I can't say I didn't want this to happen." Elizabeth replied.
Her smile finally emerged from her face, and she let a few fingers play with her black hair. When she looked up, she saw Mr Pry staring at her, but his eyes were so bright.
"Tell me," he said, leaning forward, "do you have a partner?"
Bit of a personal question,
Elizabeth thought, but she didn't want to ruin this opportunity.
She looked at his beautiful, purple eyes.
"I... I'm engaged." She whispered.
Why do they look so bright?
She thought, feeling like she was unable to look away.
