The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Joseph Dyne — Monday, June 22nd, 2015

I put down the novel on the battered coffee table. I wasn’t the Ian Fleming fan Matthew suggested I’d be. I leaned back and pinched the bridge of my nose. I had work tonight. I wish I could have started then. Sitting bored for two hours and then catching a bus held no appeal. I’d have given the company two extra hours for their measly twenty four bucks.

Things had been quiet these last few days. Matthew had been spending most of his time out and Craps was at St Mary’s every free moment he could find. I had finally beaten Mass Effect 2. Arkham City was sitting next to For Your Eyes Only.

I checked my phone, probably for the first time since Saturday. Seems that I missed out seeing Jurassic World with Paul and the boys yesterday. Fuck it. I tossed my Blackberry next to Bond and The Bat. This place was clean, I had no interested in getting a snack, and sitting at my computer held no sway. I was just going to simmer on the black leather couch until I had to peel myself up and walk out the door.

“So, this is the homestead,” The door opened with Matthew’s voice. Fuck. I grumbled, but he might help the time drive by a bit quicker.

“Cleaner, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” Laughed, sarcastically, a mellifluous voice. What was Matthew doing with all of these women? I wondered if this was Deborah. I’m pretty sure you don’t take your millionaire boss-girlfriend to the slums.

“Yeah, I guess. Any word from Gwen?” He asked as he stepped out from the porch and saw me on the couch, “Hey Joe!”

“Yeah, hi,” I said as I waited for the girl to walk up next to him. She was gorgeous, a taller than his jaw black woman in sock feet. She had straight black hair around a heart shaped face. She wore more pink than you often saw on adults, just her tank top and her lipstick. Her shorts were tight around a beautiful ass and she had long beautiful legs. She had the easiest smile. I immediately liked her.

“Eden, this Joseph,” He waved between us and she followed him into the living room. I reached up to shake her hand.

“And Joe, this is Eden, she’s a waitress from work. And I think my new girlfriend?” He still had that uncertainty that was quintessentially Matthew. Eden rolled her eyes at that.

“Yeah, we’re saying that now,” She said with a patient smile.

“Excellent,” He beamed, kissed her and fell back into the armchair at the end of the sofa. Eden settled down, between us, at the other end from me.

“Yeah, congrats,” I shrugged. I wagered the imminent relationship explosion was postponed only because that Sara girl he had helped out had felt compelled to clean up the place. I figured I would have a completely insufferable roommate by fall.

“Didn’t you need to get something?” Eden asked Matthew and he looked confused, “Before we met Gwen for dinner?”

“Fuck! Right...” He slapped her thigh as he stood up. Way more Alpha Male than I had ever seen from him, “I’ll be right back.”

“Hi,” She said to me after Matthew had rushed across the apartment to slam his door shut.

“Hi,” I said back.

“So, um, how long have you known Matthew?”

“Since Uni,” I recalled, “We were in the same classes mostly first year.”

“I would have loved to have known him in his college days,” She smiled.

“No, you really wouldn’t’ve,” I shook my head. She laughed agreeably. Our first year, she would have been what? 14? 10? Even excluding that. I’m pretty sure 19 year old Eden would have found 19 year old Matthew intolerable. Matthew had loved Janine and the rest of the women in the world were pieces of shit. Except his sisters, I guess. I almost agreed with him. I kind of wished Janine had broken him more thoroughly. Maybe, he would have pulled himself out of his own ass much sooner. She had her life now and we had our own.

“So what did you guys study?” She asked, “I was a sociology major.”

“We all dropped out of math,” I spoke for Matthew, Janine and myself, “Actually, I guess Matthew flunked out.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Ask the pill bottles behind the mirror,” I shrugged, “I wasn’t medicated and my support group of friends all but disappeared.”

“Ick,” She squirmed. Not the best nice to meet you conversation.

“Fuck! Holy shit why’d they take a gun!” Matthew erupted from his bedroom.

“What the hell?” I asked as Eden grew wide eyed.

“Oh!” And then Matthew was laughing like a felt vampire who just counted to a thousand.

“You have great taste in men,” I nodded in her direction.

“Yep, this is all on me,” She frowned. Whatever she was talking about flew on over my head.

“What are you guys doing tonight?”

“Games and stuff at another waitress’s place,” She blushed. I didn’t press. I didn’t want to ever, ever, ever hear about Matthew’s sexual exploits ever again. Hell, one time with gin and Janine was enough.

“Sounds fun,” I moved on. Matthew’s door flung open.

“Hey, Joe,” Matthew peeked his head out of his room, “My computer’s dead. Can I borrow yours for like twenty minutes?”

“Yeah, it’s in my room. You probably need the password.”

“1 Q 2 W 3 E 4 R, you hacker,” He shouted back and I got a little red. You don’t announce that shit in front of others. On the other hand, it was about time I stopped using the password I thought up in grade 8 computer class.

“So, you’re reading Bond books?”

“That was my first, and probably my last.”

“Good on you,” She sniffed, “Fleming’s a bit too misogynistic for me.”

“What do you read?” I asked, books always being my neutral topic. You ever have that first conversation with a person? When the wheels in your head start turning, like a slot machine, and you’re wondering what topics you could discuss with this person. Politics, ideas, gossip, sports, science, the weather. The wheels were locking into place. The last person I met through Matthew rolled up sports, sports, sports.

“I like classics,” She shrugged, “The last book I read was Frankenstein.”

“Shelly is so fucking wordy!” I grumbled. She smiled. I saw Matthew had chosen well.

“Yeah, though Sense and Sensibilities is my favorite all time book,” She grinned, prompting me. I had never read Austen. I figured I’d give her a shot with Eden’s recommendation on the pile. I’m sure I had Sense and Sensibilities and Sea Monsters on the shelf above the Xbox games.

“I’m partial to The Captain and The Enemy,” I decided. One favorite book is very hard.

“I don’t know it,” She admitted.

“Graham Greene,” I smiled, “Read it. There’s a copy right over there next to the My Little Pony DVDs.”

“Yours?”

“The books are mine,” I shrugged, “You’re dating the Brony.”

“Ew,” She chuckled.

“Sweet!” Matthew strutted out of my room oblivious, “I got what I need.”

Eden and I were laughing at him and he just smiled as we finished. He had changed his clothes. The ratty dishrags he wore to work had been seriously upgraded. It was so surprising to see Matthew in new clothes that I actually noticed what he was wearing. It was simple, he wore a plain black t-shirt and new pair of jeans. This girl meant something to him. I hope he survived her. He was carrying a grocery bag with a green book showing through the dull plastic. He was giddy and impervious right now. That was for the best.

“You ready to go, babe?” He smiled and Eden got up and tucked her hair behind her left ear. She crossed to the bookshelf and picked up the thin paperback.

“Room in your bag for this?” She asked and Matthew took it.

“Joe! Quit mind fucking all the pretty ones,” He jokingly scolded as he tucked the book into his bag.

“Never!” I laughed.

“It was, uh, nice to meet you,” Eden said as she plucked a tag off the back of Matthew’s jeans. He took her hand and they made to leave.

“Probably nicer for me,” I laughed a little neutrally, “Take care of him. He’s fragile.”

“Yeah, thanks buddy,” Matthew laughed and flipped me off.

Gwendolyn Ashcroft — Monday, June 22nd, 2015

I drove up to Matthew’s apartment buildings. I didn’t like this area of town. Gottingen was a block up and they had a decent gay bar that I sometimes went to on its comedy nights. I didn’t usually drive. I wasn’t usually by myself. I pulled into the cul-de-sac between Matthew’s tower and the middle one.

I had only ever been out this way once before. Matthew’s apartment, new to him at the time, had become the after party of my first Flynn’s Christmas party. I had been twenty and felt considerably more invincible than I did right now. This driveway in winter was chaos. It seemed benign now, just grungy. One of the visitor parking spots was empty and I pulled in.

I had had the most embarrassing day. In the trunk were bags of purchases including several I’d have much rather have collected via the internet. I fished my phone off the front bench but before I could text that I arrived the passenger door flew open.

“Jesus, Gwen! Calm your tits.” Eden replied to my surprised shriek.

“Sorry, I just don’t like it here,” I looked around and I only saw three other people. One was a scruffy looking college kid who gave me a concerned look before wandering off. The other two were Matthew and another girl. Holy hell! Really? He had told us he was going to get one more girl today and, from the conversations I had been having with Eden, that had already been exceeded by two hundred percent. This girl, obviously part of the building’s cleaning crew, was dressed in a splotchy t-shirt and had her tight braids held away from her face by a blue bandanna.

“The best thing I can say about Matthew right now is that he hasn’t got a racist bone in his pants,” Eden mumbled as she also looked over the skinny black girl.

“He’s also kind. He listens,” I pointed out. The thing was I had to talk to be heard and by the time I got my words together Matthew would double this harem. I felt a shudder under my skin. I pictured Eden, the girl in tower and I dressed in Jasmine like garb. Diaphonous oversexualized costumes as we lounged around a gold inlaid pool, drinking wine and eating grapes until we were called up to our king. That’d suit Courtney best; she kind of had that young Barbara Eden look.

“Nice doesn’t mean good, Gwen,” Eden slumped in her seat. The car was still running and she turned the dial on the radio until she heard Our Lady Peace. She closed her eyes and smiled a little. I would have preferred something less 90s depressing. I looked over to see Matthew wave good-bye to the janitor girl and followed Eden to the car without another slut in tow.

“Hi, Gwendolyn,” He singsonged as he slipped into the back, “Oh, my God. I love this car. Leg room in the back!”

“Thanks?” I said, “Are we going to...”

I let the question die off as Matthew buckled in. Eden heard the safety belt click and grabbed her own at the shoulder.

“Do you live alone, Gwen?” He asked. I pouted, one Gwendolyn was better than none, I suppose.

“For the moment,” I looked around and started backing out. Eden had buckled in just before I started forward out the cul-de-sac intending to go home.

“For the moment?”

“Well, I live with this girl Jacklyn,” I explained, “She went back to school a couple of years ago and is now on a work term with her degree,” I eased out into traffic and had to turn right because of how wide my car was and despite the empty nine pm streets, some jackass had his truck wiggling around to my left. I didn’t care to drive through Uniacke Square, but I was just being paranoid.

“Good for her,” Matthew declared lazily.

“So she’s paying rent but probably won’t be back for until Septemberish,” I sighed.

“These bracelets are a pain,” Matthew derailed the conversation. Well there wasn’t much more to say. I was glad he hadn’t started grilling me about Jacklyn. I kept my mouth shut, “There’s got to be a better way.”

“Why do you have that church book?” Eden looked over her shoulder and asked. I couldn’t see it in the rearview but I suspected I knew it to see it.

“Is that the magic book that lets you be a wizard?” I asked recalling my first encounter with Dawn.

“Sort of,” He shrugged, “Well that’s a bald faced lie. It’s like the shittiest written operating manual for magic.”

“Sounds like a church book to me,” Eden quipped and Matthew grinned. I finally turned up North St and was beginning to feel better. It was still a bit of a drive to my south end apartment.

“Yeah,” He said through his smile. He was ripping page to page, clearly only reading headings or snippets before jumping through to the next. He went forward and backwards while the next song, Neil Young the DJ had said, played through. He settled on a page a few blocks before I pulled into the garage. He hopped out of the car before I had reached for my seatbelt. He was laughing and Eden was standing with her hip cocked and her eyes impatient when I joined them in the cluttered parking garage.

“The, uh, the—” I shut my mouth and just opened the trunk with my keys. I handed one bag to Eden and took the big black paper one with the pink tissue paper for myself, “Did you two lock your doors?”

Matthew turned back and locked his doors. Eden and I waited, and then led him to the elevator. I lived on the third of five floors. Like usual, we didn’t see anyone else on the way to my apartment. I didn’t take a full breath until my door was secured behind the three of us.

It was a great apartment for one person but would feel a bit cramped when Jacklyn returned. The kitchen was big and to the left of the front door. To the right of the door was the closet that was filled with my sneakers, more than a few pairs of winter boots and the sandals Jacklyn had left behind. The living room had a big fat fluffy sofa in front of her monster flat screen. A little mahogany table sat between them. Oscar, so named because he had been transplanted to the apartment in a can, offered a bit of leafy shade in front of the white curtained window. The bathroom was tucked behind the closet and our bedroom doors were on either side of the couch.

Matthew was at home in a moment. He kicked his frayed and stained sneakers towards the closet doors and crossed the room to flop down on the sofa. Eden rolled her eyes to me as she took off her shoes and tidied up his and hers together. I then kicked off my shoes the way Matthew had and Eden started snickering.

“Gwendolyn?” My ears picked right up, “Can you get some candles? Eden bring the bags over.”

I handed her the sex toys and Eden set off while I muttered an “Of course, Matthew.” There were a couple of white stick candles in the drawer under the microwave and several orange, purple and pink ones scattered around the room anyways. I went to grab the box of matches but remembered better. I took a pair of short brass candle holders and joined the pair on the couch. Eden was at his right hand. I was at his left.

“We should order food,” He said, “Pizza?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Eden agreed.

“Alright, call Daddy Mike’s, no onions, some meat. They had a decent deal for a large 5 topping and medium garlic fingers,” He announced and started taking the other things out of his bag. He had a novel, the church book, a gold and white music box, a notepad and a visibly chewed Bic pen. An address was scribbled on the front page of the notepad. He had underlined it twice and exclaimed it three times.

“Hi Daddy Mike’s what can I get you?”

“I have an order for delivery,” I said. I ordered what Matthew had asked. Pepperoni, bacon, mushrooms, green peppers and jalapenos. Eden seemed alarmed at that. I asked about the deal. Eden’s puppy dog eyes exchanged the garlies for cinnamon sticks.

“Half an hour, forty five,” He replied, “Cash, debit or credit?”

“Cash,” Matthew had placed two twenties on the table. We still had Deborah’s credit card and Matthew commanded Eden’s and my money as well. I felt warm to see him pay for it. I said thank you to a hang up and put my phone on the table.

“Alright,” Matthew had been studying a page in the book a few moments, “Clear the table.”

I grabbed my phone back. Eden took my kindle and put it on the floor before Jacklyn’s door. Matthew aligned the music box. Then he dug through second bag of stuff and pulled out the stainless steel Zippo I had bought on his insistence. He set it down in front of the music box.

“All right girls, are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Eden asked scooting forward on her cushion and had her butt in contact with Matthew’s thigh. I moved forward on his left but left him a little room.

“I’m going to make this lighter magic.”

“It’s not magic already?” I asked.

“Was it when you bought it?”

“I don’t think so,” I hedged.

“OK, wizard,” Eden taunted the title, “What’s this going to do?”

“I don’t know what should a magic lighter do?”

“Oh! Whoever looks into the flame can’t move!” I got excited. Both turned to me.

“I like that,” Matthew grinned and I grinned back. Eden inaudibly tutted.

“Cool, so how does this work?”

“Well,” He grinned like he was being sneaky, “First you need the right ambience.”

He lit both candles, using the lighter, and put them in the holders on either side of the music box. I got up and hit the switch for the overhead light. There was a bit of ambient light leaking in from the streetlights outside and the light over the stove was still on but Matthew called me back, leaving it alone. He returned the lighter to it’s place in front of the music box.

“And now,” He said as I settled down on his side again, “We begin.”

He reached across and opened the music box. Inside, where there was usually a little statuette of pirouetting ballerina there turned a two dimensional copper fairy. She had thin wings and curtsied with her ankles crossed and her skirt pulled up. There was no definition on her her face and her hair was bent a little out of plane. She turned for the almost three notes before it went silent.

“Oh, uh,” He chuckled, “I guess I should wind it up first.”

“OK,” Eden slunk back as Matthew moved ahead to grab the box. There was a knob on the bottom and he turned that for a good minute. He put the box back into place, fussed a little, and then opened the top again.

“Alright, ladies,” He said to the beginnings of Swan Lake, “This lighter is Mine.”

I felt something powerful then. Eden and my eyes turned towards the steel zippo. Already Matthew’s clear thumbprint scuffed the cap. “And when I open this lighter and spark its flame, it will stop whoever sees from moving and thinking.”

We waited for a few minutes. Matthew closed the music box lid.

“Do you think it worked?” He asked, nervously. Eden was surprised at his tone.

“Something happened...” Eden agreed.

“OK, Eden, get up, walk to the kitchen and walk back,” He said and Eden got up. She looked great in the candlelight. I felt a bit of an ugly duckling around her. I sighed and fell back. She got to the kitchen counter and turned around. Matthew had his lighter in hand. She started walking. It didn’t light on the first try. Matthew got sour and ripped his thumb down the flint wheel. Spark, flame, and Eden easily walked over and sat down next to him.

“What happened?” I asked.

“The last wizard was cock,” Matthew muttered, “We have to try again.”

The setup was the same. Align the box and lighter, Eden and I shimmied up to the edge of the couch. Matthew scribbled something down on the notepad and tried again.

“This lighter is mine,” He announced redundantly, “And when I spark its flame, whoever sees it won’t move or think!”

“I don’t like the think part,” I said.

“Me either,” Agreed Eden as he closed the lid of the music box.

“What are you doing?” I asked, “You didn’t do anything new.”

“Oh, go over to the kitchen and walk back,” He grumbled. I sighed and followed Eden’s circuit. Matthew got the flame going on one try this time. I carried on and sat back next to him.

“God fucking dammit!” He slumped back, “Get the lights Gwen.”

“Ok,” I said with a little offence.

“I’m sorry, get the lights, please,” He smiled at me and I back at him. Eden leaned over Matthew’s shoulder to read the page he was stuck on. He seemed to be scanning it but not taking his time. He reached to turn the page as I sat down. Eden’s finger stopped him, she was pointing about a third of the way down.

“It says here you have to tell a subject to do something,” She declared.

“I tried that,” He sighed, “It didn’t work when I said the lighter did something.”

“Oh, I know, but then you said the lighter would make someone not to move. I think you have to tell them to stop.”

“Oh, yeah, I flipped that as well,” He grabbed her chin and kissed her. She fell away with a sad smile, he turned back to his altar, “Lovely assistant, the lights.”

“Yes, Great and Powerful Matthew,” I said with reverence and comedy. He smacked my ass as I walked to the switch. I felt like I wanted to be offended. We were back in the light of candles and stoves.

“This lighter is mine!” Again he repeated himself, only now he was booming and projecting. I could see from the toothy smile on his face that he was excited to make progress, “Whosoever looks upon its flame will stop until the flame is extinguished.”

“I think that deserves a lighting flash and a mwahahahaha,” Eden groaned.

“C’mon have a bit of fun,” Matthew chuckled as he closed the lid, “So what do you think this time girls?”

“It works,” I shrugged, “I guess.”

“Alright, let’s see then. Abra Kadab—” He lifted the lighter and flicked it open. The flame sparked and in that instant the lid snapped shut, “—cited to see what happens. Alright, who’s my volunteer?”

“I’ll do it,” Eden stood up and crossed over to the kitchen. She was walking back. Matthew again had to work the flint wheel harder than usual. He was attempting a third strike.

The snap of the lighter closing startled me. It was like the room had rushed back. Matthew had somehow moved across the room. He jumped and celebrated. I looked to Eden and mirrored her confusion.

“What happened?” I started to ask.

Matthew gestured to the two twenties on the table, “Pizza’s on its way up, I buzzed her in.”

He cackled as he walked into the washroom. His door shut while she knocked on my apartment door. I walked over on unsteady and confused feet. I opened the door. She was a teenager, or maybe twenty. Tall and busty in a cute top and a baggy pair of shorts. I didn’t want Matthew to see her.

“28.70,” She said and I handed her the money. I moved to close the door in her face.

“Change?”

“No,” I hurried.

“Oh, thanks! Have a good night!” She chirped and spun off down the hall. I breathed a sigh of relief as I carried the pizzas over to the table. I moved the candles to one side of the music box. The smell of cinnamon was so tempting. I was dipping my second stick in the frosting cups, Eden was almost caught up, when Matthew left the bathroom.

“Good?” He asked as he stepped over my thighs to his spot in the middle of the sofa. He reached for the pizza.

“These are criminal,” Eden happily moaned around a cinnamon stick.

“That’s great,” He smiled as he took his first bite. He complimented me before he finished chewing, “Excellent choice in pizza.”

“Thanks, it’s what I like,” Although I usually went onions over the bacon.

We took our time eating, I had a couple bottles of red wine to go with the pizza. I was tilted when we were done but Eden and Matthew were not. The cinnamon sticks dropped off with temperature. I licked some frosting off of Matthew’s lips. For the moment I was having fun. Eden seemed a bit rigid but she let go after her fourth and final glass.

“What else did we buy today?” Giggled Eden. She covered her mouth and blushed at that. Matthew guffawed and it was my turn to blush as Matthew took the black bag from under the table. Oh, we were on this now? He tore out the tissue paper like a child on Christmas morning.

I am not a prude. I hope. I just, well, getting a cardboard package from a UPS guy was less embarrassing than an hour and a half shopping spree in an overly decorated adult store. I had walked in, the clerks, a couple in their mid-fifties were sitting back and watching one of the TVs. The other three TVs were showing quieted softcore pornography and commercials for sex toys. They were watching Buffy on Netflix. One of the later seasons, with the nerds.

I pulled myself out of the drunken daydream as Matthew handed me a fat flesh colored dildo with a suction cup. It was still in the box, as was the smaller white one and harness that rested in Eden’s lap. Matthew pulled out a pair of fuzzy cuffs.

“I don’t think we need these,” He smiled and tossed away thirty five bucks. The last thing was a skinny four inch plastic vibrator and a sleeve of way overpriced Energizer AAs. They seemed to make all of their money on the batteries. Matthew was giddy, it was like the first time he had seen a sex toy in person. I figured it might be.

“Well, this is going to be a party,” Eden announced with diminishing enthusiasm.

“C’mere,” He pulled her by her wrists. The box crumpled between them as they kissed.

“So, what, are you going to magic these as well?” I asked as they broke apart. Matthew turned with a smile. Eden fought back a scowl.

“Sort of, but we need something,” Matthew looked around, “Where’s your TV remote?”

I reached across his waist, smiling near his face as I pulled the remote from between Eden and his cushions. He kissed the tip of my nose and I couldn’t help but smile. I remembered how I felt just a couple of days ago. Envious of Eden and Matthew. I was here now, Matthew was sexually charged and so was I. Eden struggled, but Matthew would catch her up.

“Alright,” He flicked on the TV and we got baseball. I don’t think I’d watched TV TV since Jacklyn had left. If she wasn’t coming back I’d cancel it and save the four dollars a month. He quickly scrolled up to the porn channels. A sign asking us to contact our cable provider for more info appeared when he clicked on Axel Braun’s Dark Knight XXX, “I didn’t think you’d have these channels.”

“I could’ve told you that,” Eden snorted.

“Well this is something I wanted to try,” Matthew smiled and handed me the remote. I had also taken the vibrator and batteries. He reached for the music box.

“Don’t you have to move the candles back?” I asked.

“What matters is that we’re focused,” He lied. Something was important, Eden could see that too.

“All right,” He began as the little fairy turned and oscillated. This time he ignored Eden and took my jaw in both of his warm hands. I flickered a grin. The rest of everything seemed to fall away. Matthew was kind of cute without that scraggly beard. I touched his cheek, it was stiff and coarse, he would need a good shave tomorrow, “Gwen, the cable box is mine. Whoever uses it to watch TV will have access to the porn channels.”

And we waited. Eden spoke after a moment. “That didn’t work.”

“You’ve reached Bell Aliant,” The automated voice service said in my ear, “For service in English press 1. Pour service en Franc—”

“Gwen?” Matthew shook my shoulder.

“Oh,” I was startled to put down my phone. I hit the call end, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He said, “I should have figured that. Leave your phone for now.”

I looked down and saw that I had dialed in the cable number again. I didn’t even recall looking it up, I sure as shit didn’t know it offhand. Matthew took my phone and we turned the television off.

“Well, I guess—” Matthew’s phone chirped its default tone. I didn’t recognize the beautiful redhead he was smiling with. I guessed it was one of the girls from today. Kendra? I shook my head and read the name Cleo.

“Hey, it’s your new best bud,” Scoffed Eden.

“What?” I asked.

“Matthew made her think they were best friends,” Eden sighed, “He should have just fucked and enslaved her.”

“No,” Matthew denied, “I’d rather keep most girls unAware. It doesn’t seem right to make girls like you two. It matters that you’re important to me.”

“It matters to us too,” Eden admitted, “I’m sorry about Rajani. I was just a bit upset. I don’t share too well with other girls.”

“I’ve never even tried to before all this,” I admitted.

“Me neither,” Smiled Matthew, “The problem with Rajani wasn’t you, Eden. It was Sara.”

“Yeah? I don’t want to be like her,” I agreed.

“I don’t want a stock of carbon copy girls either,” He fell back into the couch. The fairy slowed to a halt. I closed the lid and started winding it. He looked at me with more than a bit of interest.

“So what?” Eden carried on, “Unless you tell Sara exactly what you want she’ll assume anything her last master wanted goes. Maybe he wanted mindless sex bimbos? It would explain Sara and Phoebe.”

“Yeah, not Carmen though,” Matthew agreed, “You’re right. I need to know what I want. Who I want.”

“You don’t already have who you want?” I asked putting down the music box. This called for more than words. I turned on the couch and knelt at his side. He looked to me as I laid my hand on his chest. He caressed my fingers.

“I’ve always wanted you two,” He said turning to Eden. She sidled closer as well, “But I really liked what happened at the suit place today. I met a cute girl. I had an easy conversation. We had sex a couple of times. Besides that, I had really great customer service.”

“Yeah, she was good at everything,” Eden sighed, “We’re not going to see you stopping any time soon?”

“I should,” He agreed, “I do know what I’m doing. There are a couple of more girls I can’t avoid.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Erica and Robin,” He looked to me. I knew both, Eden should have met Erica but they only had about four months of overlap at the restaurant, “For the caterers.”

“What’s with that anyways?” Eden asked, “Why not just like tax us or something and live large?”

“Wow! I never thought of that! I should abandon all semblance of doing anything with my life!”

“OK, Captain Sarcasm,” Eden grinned, “I get it.”

“Plus there’s girls like Dawn,” I said, despite everything I felt warm to be included, his hand on mine, the light pulse of his heart through his ribcage, “She wouldn’t have much to contribute without you giving her the opportunity.”

“OK, I get it.” Eden slid back and rearranged herself. Her fingers interlaced the back of Matthew’s other hand, “So how do we know what girls to bring our master?”

“I still don’t like that,” Matthew bristled, “It demands more of me, but worse, it sounds so cliché.”

“That’s your problem with it?” Eden chuckled silently.

“Yeah,” He sighed, “Alright, Gwen, get the notepad.”

“Do you need this first page?”

“Actually, we need it, I want to take your car when I go there. I’d like you to come with me,” He said, “We’ll work that out tomorrow with Deborah. Make sure you keep that address.”

“OK,” I smiled wanly. The address was in Ottawa, we were going on a road trip? I hadn’t been on a leave town vacation in four years. I hoped he took me, I worried about work. I wasn’t exactly flush with cash. I folded up the first paper and slipped it into the bag from Wal-Mart. We still had toys left to magic.

“I know the first rule,” Matthew announced. I checked the pen, scribbling a circle in the bottom left until the ink flowed, “No teenagers. It should be obvious but I don’t want to deal with anything close to the age of consent. It’s at best creepy. I figure, I aim for 20 and up and we’ll be good.”

“Like Courtney?” Eden asked with a flat stare. I stopped writing the word teenagers, “Does that mean you set her free?”

“Oh,” He slumped a little, “I’m not certain I actually can yet.”

“So your first rule starts broken?” Eden sighed, “I’m pretty sure that could give Sara or Courtney herself cause to ignore it.”

“Yeah... Dammit!” He took a big breath, “Rule one, 18 and above only.”

“You need to watch that stuff,” She said.

“The next thing I want to outlaw is fucking with my friends,” Matthew decided. I poked him at that. Eden grew cross.

“We weren’t your friends?” She asked more harshly than I could have.

“Shit, I meant like fucking with Marjory and leaving Scott in the winds,” He sighed.

“So no taking your guy friends’ stuff?” Eden grew a bit red-faced at that.

“Not even that,” He sighed, “I mean, there’s this girl that works at the card shop, Hillary. I know her boyfriend Donnie, he’s a nice guy but meh. I still wouldn’t want to fuck up what she had.”

“Friends in relationships then?” I asked, learning my lesson on the first rule to not start codifying things until they were set in stone.

“Then that fucks Harriet,” He sighed, “Alright fine, rule 2 no destroying happy relationships.”

“So you’ll break up a couple if they’re relationship sucks?” Eden prompted.

“Yeah, I think I would,” He nodded, “I definitely would.”

“Ok,” She said guardedly as I wrote it down. Matthew leaned over and saw my writing.

“Eden take the pad for the next one,” He said.

“Awesome, I already know this one,” She said taking the pen and pad from me. She didn’t start writing, “Rule three: No incest.”

“That kind of goes without saying,” Matthew showed his distaste.

“I don’t think you have the luxury to have anything go without saying,” Eden shook her head, “Besides you’re little cousin Lisa? She’s exactly the kind of girl that I’d pick for a sex slave.”

“She’s 17,” He pointed to rule 1.

“You don’t have any hot older cousins?” Eden rolled her eyes, “I’ve seen your sisters, too.”

“Fine no incest,” He was about to say but I thought of something and stupidly said it.

“Does that mean you won’t take in sisters?” I knew that strap on next to Eden’s hip was going on one of us and in the other. Aren’t hot identical twins a fetish? Crap.

“Fuck,” Eden sighed, “Do you have sisters Gwen?”

“No, just an older brother,” I recalled.

“And I’m an only child,” She slowly smiled, “Rule 3, no enslaving the family of the master.”

“Wizard.”

“Yeah, that’s what I wrote,” She showed Matthew the pad.

“Your hand writing is beautiful he said to her,” I felt a little squashed by the comparison, “I’ll have a job for you.”

“Blow? Hand? Rim?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“To start,” He smiled. Rimjob? I did not find the asshole sexy.

“Is that it?” Three rules seemed doable.

“Probably not,” Matthew scratched his beard, “I shouldn’t leave anything to chance, right?”

“Right,” Eden nodded.

“Alright, no girls with mental illness,” Matthew dictated rule 4 which didn’t spark debate, “I also don’t want to take a mother away from her kids.”

“Wording it that way is good,” Eden said for rule 5. I looked at her trying to decipher what she thought about it. I reminded myself to get a gyno appointment. I wanted an IUD. I did not want to be a mom. Ew.

“What about married women?” I asked.

“That’s not covered under good relationships?” Matthew asked of me.

“Well maybe, but breaking up marriage leads to lawyers,” I pointed out.

“It does at that,” Eden shrugged. I don’t think she was convinced.

“Alright, we’ll avoid married women. But if there’s someone in a bad relationship, unhappy, abusive, whatever, rule 2 overrides.”

“Do you want me to arrange them in an order when we’re done?” Eden said, “You know, the closer to 1 the more important?”

“Sure,” Matthew agreed.

“I have another recommendation,” Eden prodded, “No one the wizard hasn’t personally picked.”

“Yes,” I agreed. Sara had grabbed Rajani even before Matthew had met her.

“OK, girls only under the command of the wizard.” He nodded. I think there was something wrong with the words but Eden hastily wrote it down.

“Everyone needs to get on birth control,” I interjected. The thought had gnawed on me a couple of times since we started this list.

“I thought you said it gave you depression,” Matthew asked of me. It made me so happy he remembered.

“Yeah, but I could get something else. Carmen has an IUD,” I pointed out.

“Good,” Eden nodded, “It seems like a good rule, Matthew.”

“It does,” He nodded, “I’m not excited to be a dad any time soon.”

“It’s going to be sooner than you think,” Eden said under her breath. Matthew let it go, his brow wrinkling in a moment’s thought. Could he be a good dad? Could anyone with a harem be a good dad? Especially if kids are popping up all over the place. I was glad I had morning after pills in the medicine cabinet.

“So far I’ve been very lucky,” Matthew said putting on a smile. He squeezed my fingers and he wrapped an arm around Eden’s waist, “The girls in my life are incredible, interesting, and beautiful. I want to keep that up. I don’t want terrible women. I don’t want boring women. I want to keep this up.”

“No boring bitches!” Eden cheered a little, “So far, I have to admit, I get territorial but I’ve been able to pull it back because Sylvie and Gwen are just good people. I like them. If you bring in some bland twit. I might have to kill her.”

“Does that mean we have to be exciting all the time?” I don’t think I could have managed that. I feared that kind of energy.

“Gwen, shh,” He kissed my fingers and met my eyes. Matthew’s blue eyes had just a few flecks of brown in them, “I can be bored with you. That would be a good day. I like you, I’m comfortable with you. I just don’t want to be bored by the girl. That’s not you.”

“And it’s certainly not me,” Grinned Eden. Matthew laughed and turned to her. They kissed. This was when I felt at my most perverse. Watching the man I was going to be with tonight kissing another woman, a prettier woman. I’m not very insecure. I’m competitive. Throw me in a bed with Melody, Sylvie or Deborah and I’ll puff up. It’s just Eden and Courtney that give me pause. Matthew turned back to me. I kissed him. I was excited.

“So how’s that girls?” He said with a smile.

“9 rules,” Eden announced, “All reasonable. All smart.”

“There really should be 10,” Matthew declared.

“Why?”

“My OCD,” He explained.

“Obsessive people are neater than you,” Eden mocked. Matthew squeezed her ass. She looked offended, but that was also part of her making fun.

He sat in silence for a minute. I had a few ideas but they were nitpicky and some I just would be offended if they were codified. No uggos. Well, none of us were suggesting ugly girls. Matthew had led by example there. I’d say Eden was the prettiest. Courtney had claimed it was herself. Melody had decided on Carmen, but I think she was just trying to avoid agreeing with Courtney’s arrogance. There were a few different body shapes within the group, but they all arranged from slender to curvy. That gave us some wiggle room, if Matthew wrote down, no fatties, we’d all go mental about our bodies. I really dreaded rule 10.

“If I don’t know the names of all my Aware girls, I have too many,” Matthew said. I was surprised. I had this scared feeling that there was no upper limit.

“Alright, big guy,” Eden hadn’t written it down yet, “Who are your girls?”

“In alphabetical order or...”

“Do last names count?”

“No, just whatever I call them,” He said hastily.

“Oh! Who’s last name don’t you remember?”

“Carmen’s,” Matthew admitted without a shred of shame.

“Fair,” Eden sighed, “So, list in order of...collection.”

“Interesting,” Matthew smiled, “First were Sara and Carmen. Then I tried with you, Eden but no, it didn’t take. Then we went out and got Dawn. Confused I found this book and Phoebe. I came back into town for Deborah, but got Gwen first. Then when I was out with Deborah, Gwen roped in Courtney who picked Melody. Then we went on our date, sealing our deal with you. And today, Sara gave me Rajani while Cleo and Kendra remain Primed but not Aware.”

“You forgot Sylvie,” Eden said.

“But! No he didn’t,” I stammered.

“I didn’t magic Sylvie,” He explained.

“She’s just a slut?” Eden sighed, “Fine, I think you should get her too. You know, just because you’re greedy and I want to protect the way people I care about look at me.”

“Alright,” Matthew agreed, “But Primed, not Aware.”

“That’s really scary,” Eden shook her head.

“For you, because you were out of character,” He defended his position, “Sylvie will be better at it.”

“I guess,” Eden rolled her shoulders, “Can we be done? Unlike you two I have work in the morning. I really want to get this dick I’ve been promised.”

“One more little thing,” Matthew scooted forward. Eden put the notepad down on the floor at the foot of the table. I scooched forward and stayed around Matthew. Eden past Matthew the harness and dildo when he asked for it. He did the whole shebang this time. Candles aligned, dark room, music box tinkling, even some overly gestured hand movements.

“Strap ons that are mine,” He was trying something more now. The first spell just made that lighter magical. Eden and I realized that if he collected more of these, any of these, they would work. Like the bracelets. Matthew continued: “She who wears this dildo will feel the pleasure of who she fucks.”

“Oh!” Eden said surprised and excited.

“Oh,” I breathed. That was so mean.

“Is it done?” He asked us.

“It is,” Eden grinned.

“Who wants to go first?” He looked at me, then Eden, and then back at me again. I wasn’t the kind of girl who ever saw herself wearing one of these before, but I really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it now.

“It’s a white cock for a white girl,” Eden said before I could speak up. I breathed a bit of relief. Matthew closed the music box and blew out the candles.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” He suggested as he was already pulling himself out of his pants. He had picked off his socks with his toes and they crossed under the table. Eden followed suit, avoiding looking at me as she pulled off her tank top. She had on a beautiful cream bra. It looked so good in contrast with her dark skin. I started with my shorts. Matthew was on his feet, energized and excited. He stepped over Eden’s knees and watched us disrobe on the sofa.

Matthew was naked first. I looked up and over him. He used to slouch a little but right now he was standing tall. He had broad shoulders and a noticeable belly. His cock stood out from him, thick and dark and ready. His legs were hairy, hatched with slightly darker hair than his head. His balls were big and hairy. I had to look to his face. He had a squarish jaw and bright eyes. His recently cut dirty blond hair looked nice. I smiled and he smiled such an easy smile. I felt better and pulled my panties down past my legs.

Eden had looked to me. I felt like I was in the spotlight, Matthew was tugging on his cock as he watched me, us. Eden was dividing me up like a cow to a butcher. These were my tits, my belly, my hips, my legs, my lips, my eyes. Where I was skinny, where I was bigger. I went red with anger and shame and confusion and a need to be judged well.

I tried to look back at her but I just saw her beautiful skin over long slender legs. I watched her firm butt as she pulled off her more expensive panties. Her sex was flowered and open. She was wet, I was nervous, I felt like I was running behind. She had a tattoo on the front of her hip to the left side of her sex, a cute dragonfly in black and gold. She had definition on her stomach, visible abs as she rolled her knees up and tossed away her underwear. Her breasts were about the size of mine, just a bit flatter with larger areolas. Her nipples stood up and were big and fat. I wondered where Matthew preferred to look. He seemed to like sweeping over both of us. I felt better. I stood up and Matthew gestured to the strap on.

I was nervous. My fingers shook until I held the harness. It was obvious what I had to do. Eden stood up, naked as I was. Her eyes were more curious than I felt. I pulled the harness up over my legs as Matthew walked up behind Eden and slid his arms around her. He watched me and kissed her neck. Her breasts looked great held up by his hands. She bit her lip but watched. The harness was large on me and I struggled to tighten the straps. My palms were sweaty because I was being watched; I surprised myself by being confident about the task I was performing.

“Ok, how do I look?” I asked with faux confidence.

“You have to put the dong in the hole now,” Eden told me. The dildo went through a hole and its base would rest against the front of my sex. I couldn’t get it in and had to release the strap on my left leg, mount the cock, and then tighten up again. It all took a few minutes. They could have helped me.

“I’m so excited to see this,” Matthew bubbled and reached out for my hand. I wished I had a cloth, a rag or a shirt to wipe my palms off on. I gingerly took his hand but he said nothing and politely didn’t react to what I felt was horribly obvious. Matthew squeezed Eden’s bottom and pushed her off towards my room.

“The bed is straight ahead from the door,” I warned Eden as my curtains shut out all the street lights and the candles didn’t reach in here.

“I got this,” Matthew flicked the wall switch and turned on the lamp over my desk. My eyes had grown use to the candlelight. I stepped back and flinched. There was no overhead light at least. My bed was perfectly made. My big thick comforter and my green leafy sheets rolled back from six pillows. Matthew stepped forward and pushed Eden by the small of the back.

“How are we going to start?” Eden walked up on my bed by her knees. She turned around and sat on her heels. Matthew and I stepped towards the edge of the bed.

“Maybe you should suck on Gwen,” Matthew said, “Get her lubed up.”

We could tell by Matthew’s gleeful expression and he shifted to see things from the side. He wanted to see it more than he wanted this to be the method of lubrication. I had, after our adventures at Deborah’s place, actual lubricant in the table by the head of my bed.

Still, Eden, hunched down on all fours. Her body moved in a sexual sinuous way. I reached into her hair, pulling it away from her face. I knew they did this in porn, Matthew wanted to see. I had to make it easy for him. I watched Eden myself. I saw her lips encircle the cock. It was slightly smaller than Matthew’s own. There was a bigger one out on the table. Clearly, Eden was happier with the one I was wearing. Her mouth slid down the cock and I pulled her. I was only doing what I would expect but Eden didn’t expect the tug. She coughed and sputtered as I let her go back.

“Ok, maybe we’ll try something else,” Matthew grinned and walked to my side. He rubbed my ass and I turned. We kissed. Make out with me if you want me wet. I slipped tighter against Matthew. Our cocks were pressed to each other’s hips. That actually made me hotter, but he twisted me away from him. His fingers chased down the crack of my ass. I shuddered, Melody’s voice cutting through Deborah’s walls reminded me of how Matthew handled anal.

“You’re ready?” He asked me as we stepped back from each other.

“I’m impatient,” Eden growled. Matthew smirked and pushed me by the hip up onto the bed with Eden.

“What first?” I looked back over my shoulder at Matthew.

“How about a kiss?” He grinned at Eden’s suggestion. I had never kissed a woman before but Eden seemed as if she had. She and I were kneeling, our lips came together. She was more insistent than Matthew was and that startled me. The kiss is what made me wet. I regrouped and realized Matthew was watching. He received a show. Eden loved her tongue and knew how to use it. Our bodies were pressed together, her fingers were cool but her body was hot. She held me, her arms slipping under my elbows and reaching around to the small of my back.

I didn’t have such smooth motions. I moved in short motions. I held the cock mostly with my left hand. My right hand gripped her elbow. She impressed me. She showed real urgency, real attraction. I tried to give her back, she deserved it. Eden was a beautiful woman; she was a giving, interesting, incredible woman. I liked her. I respected her. Matthew needed me to want her. This felt incredible.

She was forceful, her knees split, bringing us lower on the bed. Slowly, feeling butterflies and vertigo, I was moved. She rolled me onto my back. The cock stood up between us. Her sex was right against the knuckle of my thumb. She slipped closer against me. She held me by the back of my shoulders.

“Good,” Matthew’s voice found us on a light breath. He had moved from our left to behind us. Or maybe I had been turned from him, “Now mount her Eden.”

“Oh, yes,” Eden let go of my lips with hers. We had kissed sloppily. I had saliva around my lips, over my chin and under my nose and she was nearly as sloppy. I saw her face in the lamplight. She was determined more than excited. I had been excited and now I was self conscious. I felt Matthew’s hands. He was holding Eden by her hips. She brought her knees over my thighs. Matthew held Eden’s slick cunt open and together, he and I, inserted the strap on inside her.

“Oh, yes,” Eden said again. She fucked me. Maybe she fucked herself. Matthew reached down and collected my ass in both of his hands. Eden was trying to sit up and I watched her body rise and fall as Matthew lifted me and lowered me in the rhythm. I got into it. It felt good to fuck Eden. It felt good to fuck.

Matthew’s hands moved and I wanted them back. He was working on Eden now. He was on the bed, his knees tucked under my own. I grabbed Eden’s hands. We laced our fingers and she pulled and fucked and I squeezed and fucked. She was feeling more than I was. Matthew behind her, hands on her skin. The base of the cock worried my sex, I wanted it focused on my clit. I wanted more. I breathed with effort while Eden squealed through clenched teeth.

Something dripped from Eden’s bottom. Not just the slick running of her sex. That was always hot. This felt thicker, grew warmer. Matthew had found my lubricant. Eden was getting louder.

“Holy shit!” Eden cried.

“Yes! This is so tight!” Our rhythms were thrown off as Matthew pushed himself inside Eden. Her round ass was held tight as I fucked into her pussy and Matthew wedged himself into her ass. She tried to rip my fingers out or bend my wrists all the way back. I tried to let go. I had to grip as tightly, push back. She relented.

“Sweet shit!” Matthew started fucking as Eden bellowed. I smiled at her expletive. I just told her to c’mon, c’mon. I needed lots more and she was on a hair trigger. Matthew rolled her forward, Eden and I came together like we had as we had made out minutes ago. I wanted a kiss, I freed a hand and with a fistful of her black hair I kissed Eden.

She wasn’t the sexual mess that she had seemed to be as we first kissed. I felt powerful to drive the fake cock into her. I loved to hold her to my lips and drive my tongue into her mouth. I licked the back of her teeth and tried to ignore that my hips, my shoulders and my ankles were getting sore and tired.

“Fuck!” Eden screamed right into my mouth. Like really screamed. The words were half undulating noise and half word. She whisper shouted in my ear, “My ass, my ass, my ass.”

She sounded excited, happy, overwhelmed. I grinned, envious of her, happy to be where I was. I rolled my hips side to side, eager to rub my clit harder against the bottom of the dildo. I wanted to be as energized as she would. Matthew’s arms were between our tummies. I’m sure he was massaging Eden’s clit. I’m sure she was going to blow. I hoped his magic worked. I almost doubted.

“What! What! What!” Eden growled as she pushed up from me. She was loud and pissed and I almost didn’t hear her. My body went from turned on to full fledged orgasm. It was like a punch to the stomach. I gasped for a little bit of air and missed.

“What babe?” Matthew said into her ear. I focused on his voice. I was smiling with silly glee.

“She—Gwen—Bitch took my orgasm!”

“Holy shit! That’s what it did?” Matthew chuckled. He pulled back from the pair of us. When Eden tried to get off the dick Matthew whispered, “Stay on her, turn around.”

“Shitty, goddamn magic horseshit!” Eden muttered but I still had a fist full of her hair and I wanted, needed, craved a kiss. She obliged, she was angry, it felt so good. I heard the smack of her butt.

“C’mon now,” Matthew said quietly, “I need to look you in the eyes.”

It was awkward but Matthew’s hand on my thigh convinced me to slow down. It was hard work fucking with a cock. I could’ve have fallen asleep as soon as Matthew was against me. It was so hard to sleep at Deborah’s after I knew that the man I had just fucked was still out there with other women.

“Shit!” Eden struggled, her body stiff and crooked as she rotated without letting the dildo leave her pussy. Finally, she was seated on me, I felt her weight as I helped hold her up for Matthew. Matthew stroked my fingers on Eden’s hips. He then retreated. With his hands on our knees, Matthew had us wiggle towards the foot of the bed. My own legs were hanging off with just my butt Eden’s weight lifted from me as she balanced on her toes on the carpet. I breathed easier, happier, still tired. I let my head fall to the side and my eyes close. Matthew then reached fingers under the harness of the dildo and entered me. Oh, my cunt was sensitive and I mewled excitedly. Tired or not, I was eager for more.

“Oh yeah!” Eden hissed in whispers, “I’m so glad you don’t cower away from pussy. Lick me.”

She seemed way better treated. I lifted and fucked her lightly as Matthew worked around her sex as I thrust the dildo into her. Matthew wasn’t too attentive with my sex. I wanted more. Lick me too. I didn’t speak, I just chewed on a length of hair that had fallen between my lips. I kept a tight grip on Eden’s hips. I could tell by the chaos of her muscles beneath her skin that she was getting so much more than me.

“No! That’s not what it’s supposed to do!” Eden lost her temper as I felt that vicious crack inside me. I was trying to sit up but I couldn’t. I breathed repeatedly in hard short breaths. I closed my eyes. It wasn’t my orgasm. My orgasms were hard, but not this hard, and then slow to peter out. This came like a kick to the teeth and finished like it was ripped out of my fingers. I thrashed.

“No! Let me get off,” Eden growled and Matthew was laughing at her. Giddy and excited as he witnessed what his magic could do.

“I need—”

“Oh, God, I’m on edge,” He interrupted her. I pulled back on my bed and watched as Matthew sweet-talked Eden down on her knees. I could still see the sheen of the lubricant on Matthew’s vibrating cock. He was on edge. Eden smiled sweetly as she took his cock from his hand and sucked and pumped into her lips, “You girls are so amazing. I’m am so lucky that you’re here.”

“It isn’t luck, Matthew,” I reminded him. He smiled to me but his face was already beginning to flinch. I remembered his orgasm face. It was cute and goofy, he smiled like a psychotic and widened his eyes as he puffed. Eden struggled back as Matthew liberated his cock from her mouth. He grinned as his cum, thick and plentiful, slammed against her already closed eyelids. He came almost twice as long as either cum I had stolen from Eden. I had never seen such a thing. I let a few boys cum on my tits. But there was something hot about a beautiful face covered in semen.

“Wow, you are so beautiful,” Matthew mirrored my sentiment.

“Can you get me a towel?” Eden asked, I threw Matthew a box of Kleenex from the table by my bed. He knelt before her and fearlessly helped her clean up her face. She was cool, frustrated but smiling. Finally, Matthew lightly kissed her.

“This power is so cool!” Matthew grinned, he looked up at me, “I need another girl with tongue stud!”

“Tongue stud?” Eden asked, “Oh! Is that how you banged that lesbian at the suit place. Sara’s tongue stud.”

“Yeah,” Matthew yawned, “And now I can even make new things. C’mon, it’s your time to fuck Gwen.”

“You sure?” I raised an eyebrow, “I could just go to sleep.”

“Sleep sounds Ok to me,” Eden agreed.

“Alright,” Matthew took Eden’s hand and they came and surrounded me on the bed. The dildo fell to the floor behind Eden with a loud thump. I just smiled as Matthew gathered me up in a big hug. I fell asleep as I felt Eden brushing hair from my face.