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  Hanson had tried and failed to get a clean confession from Robert for more than an hour when Luciana re-entered the interview room.

  “The hospital confirmed that Park is dead. They don’t know about foul play. They’re waiting on word from his wife to confirm their request for an autopsy.”

  “This might be a murder case,” snapped Hanson. “Tell them we suspect foul play. Order the autopsy.”

  Luciana shrugged. “I tried. But there’s no witnesses and nothing suspicious about his passing. No signs of a struggle, nothing. He was very ill, practically in a morphine coma most of the time.” Her gaze slanted heavily at Robert. “Our hands are tied. By the law, I mean. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

  Tie her up.

  The thought was clear as day to him; her kink for binding laid out like the headline on the front page. When she had left the room, Robert hoped that his influence on Luciana, after being so close to her for more than an hour in a heated interview room, would have faded.

  Instead, when she arrived back in the room, her tight jeans had been replaced with even tighter jeans, and her button-up uniform had the top two buttons undone just so. Was what he did to women more like an aura, growing only when near him? Or was it an infection, magnifying its presence even when not close to him?

  With Natalie, it had taken weeks of close contact for his influence to build up and for her attraction to progress into outright flirting. With Luciana, it had taken seemingly just hours of time. Robert caught the smoldering layers of her gaze and gulped.

  Were his powers magnifying in scope?

  Sheriff Hanson, for whatever reason, seemed utterly clueless to his wife’s growing attraction. This rate of ignorance was matched only by his rising anger as he twisted and shook the chair in his hands.

  “Whatever you’ve got to say, you better say it quick, because I am losing patience with you and fast.”

  Robert nodded. He would just say it all. No double-talk, no efforts to dress it up as something else. He would let them know about every last wart of the last several days, powers and all. Anything to be free and clear. Anything to relieve him of this guilt.

  A man was dead because of him. A sick man, but a man nonetheless. He couldn’t live with having someone’s blood on his hands.

  “It’s like this,” he began. “Ever since I was young, I knew I was different. About ten years ago, I noticed I had this effect—”

  The door banged open. Maria entered, carrying a briefcase.

  “Stop this at once.”

  Sheriff Hanson turned to object, and then he stopped, apparently stunned at Maria’s gorgeous appearance. She wore a brief mockery of a business suit with a tight jacket creating a deep v-line down into the perfect valley of her cleavage. The suit was a deep crimson red, contrasting deliciously with the smoky dark stockings on her legs and the dark leather heels that clicked imperiously as she strutted across the linoleum. Her hair, thick and shining, was arranged in a thick bun on the top of her head, only adding to her already impressive height. Long locks trailed down either side of her face, framing her angelic visage.

  Between her heels and the bun, she had an easy six inches on Sheriff Hanson.

  Her beauty made her seem like another species entirely...and all Robert had to do for a blowjob was to suggest it. His cock hardened at the sight of her, like it always did. The effect of his arousal on Luciana was almost immediate; the flood of pheromones hitting the air hitting her, and making her gaze linger for a long time on Robert’s handcuffed form. She began to inch toward him behind her husband, seeing the bare skin of his hands so preciously close to her.

  “This is an outrage,” said Maria. “You have detained my client for more than eight hours now and have pressed no charges. Do you have any crime you wish to accuse him of?”

  What Sheriff Hanson should have said was that right before Maria burst in, Robert was about to confess something. He should have demanded she leave. He should have done quite a lot, really, but what he did instead was stare into Maria’s eyes, jaw agape, a bulge forming in his pants.

  “Uh,” he said dumbly, staring. “Client?”

  “That’s right. I am his lawyer, and I am demanding that you let him go this instant unless you charge him. Which you won’t, will you?”

  She waited, raising one authoritative eyebrow. Every time she breathed, her breasts pushed hard against the thin confines of her tiny jacket. Maria was doing her best to make her breaths long and slow, providing maximum expansion time for her chest in the small room.

  “No,” said the sheriff, shaking his head. “No charges. You’re...demanding...”

  Luciana might have protested, but she seemed too transfixed by the rapidly expanding hard-on in Robert’s pants. She stood above him and could see it easily. Some part of her seemed aware of the situation, a slight panic and fear on her face, but more of her was too aroused to care. She bit her bottom lip, struggling not to moan as she saw the gentle wetness of precum slide through the denim he wore.

  In short order, Maria had the sheriff toss his keys to Robert, allowing him to unlock himself from the table.

  He wanted to confess, still, but that clearly wasn’t all that possible with Maria taking control of the two police. Complicating that desire further was his real, physical need to fuck Maria’s brains out at the first available opportunity...which was now.

  Really, any time at all that he wanted. Nothing could actually get in his way.

  She looked hot in that suit, and he felt a strong biological need to reward her aesthetics with his fresh, potent load dumping into her fertile womb.

  As they left the room, Luciana followed close after, small protests bubbling from her lips. Robert did his best to ignore her, to ignore how simple it would be just to reach out and grab her...

  At the door, Maria stopped suddenly, picking at some invisible piece of lint on the bottom of her thrilling heel. Robert bumped into her, his hard cock pushing against the shapely curvature of her ass, and as if on a pile-up on a freeway, Luciana didn’t stop in time.

  And their hands...their hands touched.

  It wasn’t for long, but it was enough. Robert, so turned on by the sight and touch of Maria, could not help but unleash a little at this sudden thrill of female contact. He watched Luciana shudder, a small echoing coo leaving her mouth. There was no conscious order he had given, no deliberate change, but something had happened.

  Maria turned her head just so, flashing Robert a seductive, evil grin. She knew exactly what she had done.

  He took Maria’s hand and stormed out. It was time to leave.

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  They arrived back at the condo some twenty minutes later, after a quick and heady car blowjob had managed to calm Robert down some. Maria had suggested it, just barely, and he leaped all over her afterward, just as she had wanted. There was no taste in the world like her Master’s cock. And there was no feeling in the world like pulling on his pants to fuck her own mouth more thoroughly, to drive her needy throat and lips up and down his achingly perfect shaft.

  Robert made it possible for her to cum just from giving head—no clit stimulus or pussy fingering required. And so she moaned with sweet, continuous little orgasms, her wet mouth vibrating and shaking against his hard shaft, as he emptied himself inside her.

  She knew that he loved looking at her while she sucked him off. It probably made driving difficult for him. There was really no sight in the world like the supremely gorgeous Maria bending over a leather car seat to suck his cock. Her heels pattering away at the leather interior, her thick hair a blanket spilling over a quarter of the tiny sports car’s available space.

  And his was the only cock—the only one ever—that had been or ever would be in her body.

  Of course he drove the expensive sports car—the one she had convinced ex-“boyfriend” Fernando—as she broke up with him, no less—to buy for her. The initial payment alone probably bankrupted him. She hardly cared.
Other men were just vehicles for cash and the domination of her and her Master.

  Everything about Him, her Master, made her wet, aching, and needy. That was how he had designed her, after all.

  As they strutted into her condo, Fernando was on the street. He looked like he had gone through a tough week—his suit was torn, hair disheveled. She acted like she didn’t see him.

  “Maria! It’s me!” he cried. “It’s Fernando!”

  To rub it in, Maria slid her arms tighter into Robert’s, wrapping her body close against his. Her mouth closed on her Man's shoulder, biting it possessively.

  “Just trash,” she whispered in Robert’s ear. “Pay him no mind.”

  His hand slid up her ass, holding her there like a handle. He seemed to understand the score. Maybe he was having second thoughts about his power, but he wasn’t having second thoughts about her. Who could? That grip on her ass, possessive and urgent, told her everything she needed to know.

  Her little plan would work, and Robert would embrace his position as the Master of all living things just as he deserved.

  All the way up the elevator, she embraced him, with teeth nipping at his chin after a sizzling kiss. She wanted him just to see the inside of the condo after the changes she had made, even though he insisted that his mind was made up. If he couldn’t turn himself into the local authorities, he said, he’d go to the state level.

  “We’ve only really been at home late at night when we’re horny anyway,” she explained as they stepped out of the elevator onto her floor, “and I really want you to know what your life will look like once all of this settles down.”

  “That’s what I’m telling you, Maria. I want it to settle down, my way. You have to understand, I just—”

  She pressed a finger on his lips, shushing him gently. “I tell you what, Master. Let’s make a deal. Anytime you like, you can march us both back to the police station and let them know everything. You can undo all the changes you’ve done to me and that will leave your powers pretty well exhausted, yes?”

  Her elegant, manicured finger had slid inside his mouth. He sucked on it, unable to stop himself, and Maria’s gentle gaze only encouraged him. Finally, he let it slide out.

  “That’s right,” he said.

  “Wonderful. Then let me show you what I’d like to show you. What your life should be. And if you still want to go back, you can make me go along with anything you want. Can’t you?”

  He nodded. The thought excited her, of course. Even if it wasn’t something she wanted, even if it was the opposite of that, being changed by her Master was pure mental ecstasy for her. That was one thing he hadn’t ever needed to change. Maria’s excitement from that prospect was just in her hard-wiring.

  The haughty goddess was born to be a slave to a man like him.

  She slipped her arms around him and delivered a loving, perfect kiss, her elegant jaw muscles working into the pressure of their lips. Long shuddered breaths exiting her body as finally they drifted apart.

  “Thank you for hearing me out, Master. You make me feel so very valued. I love you so much.” She began to open the door, and paused. “I do hope you’ll enjoy what I’ve made up for you. And if there’s any changes that need doing, you know we’re all so very happy to obey.”

  She could feel him steeling himself for what would come—expecting some insane barrage of sex, no doubt, to be drilled against his skull. Perhaps televisions propped up at every corner, drilling in pornographic images of everything that he could do to his slaves at any time.

  Instead, when he opened the door, the pleasant smell of cooked meat and baked bread filled the air. Lunch was nearly ready. Joslyn was in the kitchen, humming a happy tune and rustling through cabinets. Quinn, somewhere else in the home, matched the tune with her own hums—which came closer and closer as Maria shut the front door.

  There was only one erotic sight on display, besides that of the omnipresent sight of Maria. Down the hall was the living room. The floor lowered there, requiring steps to reach the couches positioned there.

  But now, instead of a coffee table, there were layers of expensive animal furs and silk pillows that had been piled up with a modest incline, the bottom of the luxurious hill closest to the steps down. At the top of the pile was Natalie, adorned only in sparkling navy blue lingerie. She posed sexily, her face dreamy, beckoning her Master to come forward and ravage her.

  “Isn’t my sister beautiful for you, darling?” Maria whispered in his ear. “Won’t you take her?”

  Before he had a chance to answer, Quinn stepped out from the nearby dining room. The startlingly beautiful redhead was dressed in a tight, lacy parody of a maid’s uniform, complete with frilly sleeves and tight white stockings. Her tits were only just covered, the feather duster in her hand primed and ready for use.

  “Welcome home, Master!” Quinn chirped, kneeling immediately. “We’re so glad to see you. Mistress was very worried.”

  “Mistress...?” He eyed Maria.

  She shrugged gently and smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. You’re still in charge, naturally. I’m just...the boss of the help, that’s all.”

  Her hand was on his crotch, his shaft, her natural position at his side, and she could feel him bulging at the indication that she was more than these other girls. Better than them.

  Excitement breathed in her. He was understanding. There was a hierarchy present.

  “Master!”

  Joslyn must have heard their voices, and trotted out from the kitchen. Her long blond hair was tied in two long ponytails, and heavy hand prints of flour were pasted all over her neck, face, and heavy tits.

  “It’s so wonderful to see you’re home, Master.” Joslyn clasped her hands against her massive breasts, kneeling immediately just like Quinn. “How may we please you, Sire? Shall I go on making lunch?”

  Her bright, blue eyes were hopeful and full, shining with the eagerness of a totally brainwashed bimbo slave.

  “Sure,” said Robert. “Whatever you like.”

  Maria could tell he wasn’t paying attention—his focus was on Natalie

  He wanted her little sister, and she wanted him to fuck her raw. There was suddenly nothing hotter to her than witnessing her Master fuck her little sister until her brain had turned into so much gray goo.

  Maria took a moment to dispose of her tight jacket and skirt, revealing the tight red bustier she had on underneath. It operated like a tight, lace minidress, her immaculate form looking spectacular in it, of course.

  She knew without even asking Robert that she was the most gorgeous woman in the entire condo, even the world, but just because she was the most gorgeous didn’t mean she automatically got fucked first. Even Maria knew that a man like Robert, a Real Man, would have tastes and whims from all possible angles of delight.

  And there was nothing Maria wanted less than to stand in the way of her Master’s whims. She wanted to indulge every single whim he had, no matter how flighty, temporary, or power-mad.

  He crawled up on the pile of furs, quickly taking off his clothes. Natalie waited, watching with baited breath, aching for a command.

  “Bring everyone in here,” he said to Maria. “Tell Joslyn to either finish her food or throw it away.”

  There was a steady click-clacking of heels and a chorus of moans and coos as his girls arranged themselves. In seconds, they were all gathered in front of him before the pile, with Natalie resting just behind him. Natalie's heels skated gently up and down her Master's back, eager to feel him.

  “Come here,” he growled at Joslyn, taking her by the arm and whipping her roughly into the pile.

  She let out a delighted squeal, tits bouncing impressively, and landed in the furs and pillows. With greedy hands, he tore at her top, exposing her heavy tits to the air. His cock slid in between the thick valley of her breasts, already soaked with precum, and he began to slide in and out of her amazing cleavage. Rapidly her entire torso was soaked with his precum, completely lubricated, and J
oslyn moaned with orgasm as his heavy hands clamped firm on her tits and nipples.

  But as he did, Robert's gaze stayed on Natalie.

  Maria, sensing that this was all about her little sister, slid up close to Natalie and kissed her on the cheek. Slowly, she began to finger the beauty's cunt, moaning in her ear about how perfect it would be once Master Robert fucked her thoughts away.

  While looking at Natalie, Robert thrust his cock into the sweet, slick valley between Joslyn’s tits. Then, Maria got an idea.

  Taking Natalie and then Quinn by the hair, she moved the faces of the two young beauties to the top of Joslyn's breasts, under the blonde's neck.

  Each stroke, then, was met with their lapping, eager tongues. Their competing mouths pushed in front of Joslyn’s, hoping to have all of his cum. Maria slipped around and pushed him from behind, her wet cunt making his backside slippery as she ached and cooed for him to cum in his slaves.

  He was close, she could feel it. Three women pleasing him at once—the mouths of two, and the tits of another. He could feel only like a God with so much pleasure dedicated solely to him.

  But he turned his cock away from Natalie and from Quinn, both, turning around sharply to grab Maria and pulled her down by the thick locks of her hair. Within a split-second of feeling her perfect lips slide against his meat, he was cumming forcefully down her throat.

  “First Slave,” he said, “first taste.”

  Orgasm, hard and fast like lightning, struck through Maria at the first taste of his cum. Such pleasure would have blinded Quinn or Joslyn. For her, though, she knew it was merely a warm-up—that her night of love was just beginning.

  When he withdrew from her mouth, he was still hard—and still cumming. He emptied himself all over Joslyn's mouth and tits, covering her in a flood of cum, and then stuffed himself down Quinn's mouth. Maria took a great pleasure in watching her Master unloading in the redhead, knowing that Caleb would have never been able to fuck Quinn's mouth with such dreaded perfection.