“Look, there’s no way, no way I’m taking you back. No way in hell.”

“Please” she said, looking at me with the soulful brown eyes of a cartoon puppy dog. Inside I melted but outside was stone cold.

“No way, it’s the drugs or me. That’s the deal.”

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m as susceptible to the charms of the fairer sex as much as the next guy, maybe more. But I knew I was doing this for her own good. Besides, being around her all the time was really, really fucking annoying. But she was so goddamned cute. And ohmigod, so fucking good in bed. She might be the reason god invented sex.

“Please baby, just one more chance. I don’t need to go to meetings. I don’t need to stay upstate with my family. Just let me stay with you.”

“Hmmm, let me think. No. Negatory on that one good buddy. No fucking way.”

“But why baby?”

“Because when you’re around drama. Either you’re here and you’re high out of your mind, completely drunk, or you’re not here and you’re partying with people you don’t know, in real danger of getting raped or being so fucked up you don’t know what you’re doing. I want you around people who can keep an eye on you, and make sure you’re getting help.”

“But I don’t need help.”

“Well I think you do. And which one of us is smarter?”

“You baby.”

“Then you need help. So git.”

“Couldn’t we just, you know, one more time before I go.” She put her arms around my neck and leaned into me, softly teasing me with her body. She was wearing the perfume I bought her, So Gavinchi, and smelled of oranges and malt liquor.

She was looking at me with that puppy dog expression that alternately made me want to kiss her or slap her. Right now I wanted to kiss her.

Seeing a chink in my armor she began to kiss my neck. Then soft nips and whispering in my ear. “Please baby, just one more time. I want you. You’re so good to me, so sexy. I need you.”

Cheeseball shit. I know, but it works when you can feel her pussy beneath her skirt, so soft and warm and beckoning to your cock.

“Come inside” it invites.

Suddenly I was kissing her, pressing her shoulders back against the nearest wall. Thrusting my arousal against her, biting her neck and holding it, hearing her shout her arousal and pain all mixed together.

I threw her over my hip and onto the bed, crashing on top of her. With one hand I pulled down her skirt. She crossed her legs, playing with me. I forced them apart with my knee, and then ripped her black panties; they were lacy and tore easily.

I pinned her down with my body and slid down my briefs so my cock could spill out. I was a crowbar and she a condemned building. She was tight, barely wet but foreplay wasn’t on the menu. I forced myself inside her, loving how tight it was. How hard to get inside. She made pain sounds that turned into pleasure once I was fully inside. Then I slid out slowly and thrust hard back in.

I lifted her legs up and around her ears. I pushed my body up and then let go, letting gravity drive me even deeper inside her. Her cry was pure pleasure now, forcing itself from her throat. She used to be shy but she’s gotten very vocal as our sex has gotten better and better. Not to mention more athletic.

“I want to be on top baby” she said.

I like it when she’s on top, since I get to see her breasts jiggle. Of course feeling really good while just laying back and doing nothing, well that’s always on my good list too.

So we rolled over, and she was straddling me, sliding herself up and down, slowly going up and plunging down to fully impale herself on my cock.

Then she slid forward and kissed me. Her breath was warm and her mouth sweet even though the flavor of beer almost made me gag. I’m not a beer man; if weasel piss was bottled I’d drink that over beer.

Then she pulled back just a bit, so her breasts swayed above me, just out of biting range. Which I figured was just her knowing me pretty well. Then she began playing with her nipple, that lovely brown bud. Hiding it with her fingers, then running her forefinger over the top in a languorous circle.

My eyes were transfixed, my entire being focused on her nipple. Then she began to sway her body back forth, her nipple moving over my face right to left, then left to right.

“Focus on my nipple baby, just relax. Don’t let anything distract you, not my voice, nothing. Just my nipple. Watch it. It’s so nice. Turns you on. Watching it going back and forth, back and forth.

“You’re doing so well baby, focusing on it. Watching it. Back and forth, back and forth.”

“So relaxed, all your muscles going limp. So heavy. Letting go for me. That’s it baby. Just let go.”

I felt light headed but my body made of lead. I couldn’t move my arms or even turn my head. I could just follow her nipple with my eyes, my dick so hard, enveloped in her tight, damp, softness.

“Listen to me.”

“You’re not angry with me are you baby.”

“No” I murmured.

“Good baby. And it’s okay if I do drugs now and then, right?”

“Sure” I said.

I was barely paying attention, focused entirely on her nipple. But everything she was saying seemed right. And I didn’t want to argue with her, just wanted to watch her nipple and have her keep fucking me.

“You’re so relaxed baby. So relaxed. Open to my words. So open to my words. So obedient. Listen, listen and obey.”

“You love the smell of my pussy. It’s the sweetest smell in the world. As soon as you smell it, you have to bury your face in me. Or in my panties. You need to. Nothing else matters.”

“Once you do you’ll accept everything I say. Just like you’re doing now. Good boy.”

“And you’ll go back into a helpless trance for me, just like this whenever you see me play with my nipple. Running my finger over and around it. You’ll be unable to look away. Becoming more and more aroused, totally focused on my nipple. Hypnotized. Enslaved.

Right?”

“Yesss” I whisperd.

“Good boy, such a good boy. Now you’re going to wake up, and you’ll realize you want me to stay with you. You’re life would be empty without me. You need me. And you want to marry me. That’s the most important thing in your life. Pleasing me and taking me as a wife. Now come back. Come back to me.”

I opened my eyes. Her nipple was swaying above me. I reached up with my hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking on it. Dimly I recalled what had just happened. The minx had hypnotized me. Fucking bitch. Well of course her suggestions wouldn’t work. The fact that I remembered meant that I was okay. It had to.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing baby, I just wanted you to forgive me.”

“You have to earn my trust; you can’t just try and trick me into it. As soon as I’m finished fucking you, we’re done.”

“Please baby…”

“Fuck that. In fact we’re done now. I rolled over so that I was now on top. I gave her one more thrust, then pulled out. Her mouth was open and I could tell she felt empty without my cock deep inside. I pulled up my briefs and was looking for my underwear.

“Baby…” she whined.

Have I mentioned how annoying she could be?

Without thinking I glanced over at her. She was laying back; her legs spread wide apart playing with her nipple. It was something she did fairly often, inviting me to ravish her.

Inside I was unmoved, I was done with her. Yet my eyes were drawn to her fingers, tracing lightly the perimeter of her nipple. So softly, slow tender circles. Unwillingly I followed the pattern she drew, my body growing heavier, my mind foggier.

“Come to me” she said and I crossed over to lay next to her.

“Sleep” she said and my eyes closed. Blackness washed over me.

I woke up and she was straddling my chest.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Just helping you realize what you want.”

“I want you to get out. BDSM means you in leg restraints, not you fucking with my head.”

“How about my fucking your head? Or at least your face.”

“Get out, I don’t lick slime, remember.”

“I know, but that was before.”

”I’m still the same.”

“Are you? How about take a deep breath, smell me.

Now I don’t like the smell of pussy. Not really. It’s just one of my quirks. But I breathed in anyway, her pussy scant inches from my face.

The scent washed over me, intoxicating and sweet.

“Mmmm” I mumbled, savoring the sensation.

She inched closer. “Breathe, smell me” she commanded.

I did. I wanted more. I pushed my face against her. Unconsciously I began to lick and suck. Suddenly she was riding my face. I felt dizzy with need and hunger. I couldn’t get enough of that scent.

“You’ll do anything for me now won’t you?”

I moaned agreement into her cunt.

“And you want to marry me don’t you?”

I imagined her in white, taking off her dress and burying my face in her white lace panties. The image hit me so hard I came, cum spurting onto her back and my belly.

I barely noticed I’d orgasmed, completely caught up in my need to inhaled and suck.

“Sweet boy. You came at the thought of marrying me.”

I kind of nodded.

“You’re going to have to convert you know.”

I signaled agreement.

“But you’d do that for me. You’d do anything for me. Me and my beautiful, intoxicating pussy.”

Of course. I couldn’t imagine it ever being any other way.