Sam
Fuck.
I stare down at the woman in front of me, amazed that she can surprise me. I read minds and feel other peoples' pleasure for fuck sake.
I never saw her orgasm coming. I was so lost in her mouth and the sensation of so much pleasure, the thrill of taking her air, I didn't realize she was on the edge. When she came it hit me like a ton of bricks and I nearly lost my footing.
"That's a good little slut, now let's have some dinner, what do you say?"
I had my cook prepare dinner for us when the frat boys left.
I watch her tentatively eat each bite. She's beautifully elegant. I watch her intently imagining the tiny pert breasts I know are under the silk dress I gave her to wear.
I can see her nipples strain against the fabric. I know she's still turned on and I want to bend her over the dining room table and fuck her until she's mine.
It was her thoughts that caught my attention way before tonight at the bar. They were so loud and filthy. I could feel them in the depths of hell they were so loud.
When I first heard her, she was fucking herself with a toy. Her dark thoughts caught me off guard, her pleasure as she furiously slammed the vibrator into her pussy rushed over me in waves. I immediately sought out one of my whores and fucked the bitch to no satisfaction.
For months I have been hearing her thoughts, feeling each time she experienced pleasure and not just sexual. When she took a sip of her favorite wine, when she bit into her favorite cheesecake it was like I was experiencing it myself.
I felt every time she was disappointed by some fool she brought home. Heard her thoughts as she let him fuck her. Then after her conquest left, I could hear the fantasies in her mind as she brought herself to orgasm.
I'd have to sneak away from my duties, unable to go about my normal day to day. It had to stop. I've never taken a mortal woman, but this woman who looks like sunshine and has a mind as dark as the devil himself got a hold on me, and I had to have her. That's how I ended up at a bar in the mortal world.
I don't usually share my women, but when I heard her thinking about being raped tonight and felt her pleasure as she imagined those disgusting pigs using her, I knew I would make an exception to make her darkest fantasy come true.
"Tell me what you want with me."
Her voice isn't shaking anymore. I can feel she is still apprehensive, but only because she's having a hard time processing her own emotions.
"I think that should be obvious."
She studies me for a while after I answer her inquiry her mind is at war with her body.
"You can't keep me here forever. I have friends and family that will come looking for me."
She doesn't. Her mother and father died when she was young. The aunt who raised her passed away over a year ago. She's a loner. No close girlfriends, works for herself as a consultant to advertising agencies.
"If that's what you want to tell yourself, fine, but we both know that isn't true."
I can feel her rage as she stands and walks towards me. Despite the things I've done to her tonight she's no meek debutante and her bravery has my cock twitching.
