Chapter 1: Getting Past Anger

2003

In the first month after Jane became the first resident of Tomas’ Neighborhood, their relationship consisted mostly of transactional interactions. He provided for her needs, and she honored their agreement and allowed him free use of her body whenever and however he desired. This arrangement initially worked for both parties, though it was devoid of any sentimentality or warmth, a stark reminder of their beginnings.

This day Tomas settled into his favorite armchair, kicking off his shoes and popping open a cold beer. He reached for the remote, flipping through the channels until he found a romantic comedy, one of those cheesy, predictable films that somehow always managed to make him smile.

He sighed contentedly, stretching out his long legs and cracking his knuckles as the credits began to roll. The film was lighthearted and fun—the perfect mindless entertainment after a long day at work. As the opening scene unfolded, Tomas felt a familiar twinge in his groin, one that only seemed to intensify as the movie progressed.

The main characters, an unlikely pair, shared a sweet and awkward first kiss, and a smirk played on Tomas’ lips. He reached for another beer, taking slow sips as he imagined himself in the leading man’s place. The fantasy was arousing, and his eyes drifted closed as he pictured himself sweeping some lucky woman off her feet. As usual he was stroking himself periodically through the movie. Not enough to make himself cum, just enough to heighten his enjoyment. The problem with this tradition was that at the end of the movie, he was horny as hell, and finishing himself off was never very satisfying. It was just a release.

But life was different now. Tomas stood up with a glint in his eyes. It was time to pay his little Neighbor a visit. He made his way downstairs, pausing at the door to the basement. He fantasized about what was about to happen, which released adrenaline into his blood and activated his power. He entered the basement, went to the edge of the miniaturized Neighborhood, the entrance locked on both sides, and shrunk himself down to size.

He stepped into Jane’s room and immediately spotting Jane’s diminutive form curled up on her bed. She lay beneath a thin blanket, her long blonde hair splayed across the pillow, looking angelic despite the circumstances.

He crept closer, feeling the familiar rush of power as he exerted his dominance over her. Leaning down, he gently shook her shoulder.

Without asking Tomas lifted the covers over the bottom half of Jane’s body. She stirred, blinking groggily before recognition dawned on her face. With a sigh, she sat up, pulling the blanket close to her chest, aware of what was expected of her. Tomas smirked at her resigned expression—she may as well have been wearing a sign that said ‘here to serve’.

Tomas crawled into her bed, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. Jane’s heart pounded in her chest, both from the unexpected affection and the erection pressing against her backside. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You know the rules, Jane,” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

She nodded, her throat going dry as Tomas’ hands began to roam over her body. He lifted her gown, exposing her bare ass, and slid his palms over the smooth skin, gently squeezing. Jane moaned softly, her body relaxing in his hold.

“Your body is inviting me in,” he purred, arching an eyebrow.

Jane said nothing, meeting his gaze defiantly. But inside, she was squirming with desire, her core growing wetter by the second as his hands worked their magic.

Tomas smirked, enjoying the game. With expert fingers, he unbuttoned her chemise, freeing her breasts. He leaned in, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, causing Jane’s back to arch off the bed in response.

His other hand slipped between her legs, finding the slick folds of her pussy. She was soaking wet, and he groaned in approval, his erection twitching against her backside. He ran a finger through her juices, swirling it around her clit before sinking it inside her.

Jane’s hips bucked involuntarily, and she moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Tomas grinned, adding a second finger, stretching and preparing her for what was to come.

He released her nipple with a pop, taking hold of her chin and forcing her to look at him. Her breath hitched as their eyes met—his intense gaze held a hint of something she couldn’t quite place, something that made her stomach flutter.

Before Jane could ponder it further, Tomas stood up, lifting her in his hands. He turned towards the wall where he’d strategically placed a full-length mirror, and set her down on the hope chest.

Jane’s eyes widened as she stared at her reflection, watching in fascination as Tomas’ miniature form towered over her. He loomed large, an imposing figure that held all the power. And yet, there was something almost vulnerable about him when seen from this perspective—was there a hint of a potential subconscious control she could wield over him? That was unclear, but today accepted her role in their dynamic, and right now, she craved the stability and comfort it brought.

Tomas seemed to sense her thoughts, his eyes flicking to hers in the mirror. “Like what you see?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. The feeling of power was new to Tomas and intoxicating.

Tomas was attractive enough. Perhaps slightly more than average. But she knew the game. She knew he was in charge and played along, lest he get even more aggressive. She nodded. She did appreciate his broad shoulders, and his cock, which was normally a bit larger than average, but today felt extra engorged.

Taking hold of her wrists, Tomas pressed her hands against the mirror, spreading her legs as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a slow, steady thrust, he slid inside, filling her completely. Jane gasped as Tomas began to piston in and out, his hips a blur.

He was relentless, driving her towards ecstasy with powerful strokes that hit all the right spots. He leaned forward and kissed her neck and back, like he often did. And yet, tonight something felt a little different—an added element of tenderness? Jane couldn’t quite put her finger on, especially as her body was benig hammered back and forth from behind.

As the pleasure intensified, she found herself meeting his gaze in the mirror, their eyes locked together as one. Tomas seemed to sense her growing need, and he quickened his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jane’s fingers dug into the mirror’s edge as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. She cried out, the sound echoing in the room, her body quaking with each peak. Tomas seemed to be holding on by a thread, and Jane relished the power she held over him, however momentarily.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Tomas pulled out, leaving her feeling empty. He turned her around, positioning her bent over the mirror, and in one smooth motion, slid back inside.

The new angle sent sparks racing through Jane’s veins, and she moaned loudly, her hair swinging forward to hide her face as he pounded into her. Tomas’ hands found purchase on her hips, guiding her movements to match his relentless pace.

Tomas’ thrusts became more deliberate, and Jane could feel him swelling inside her—the telltale signs of his impending release. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Come for me, Jane.”