Misty
Copyright© 2025 by Abaddon Pale
Chapter 4: Discharge
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 4: Discharge - Matt Ackermann, AKA Scott Tanner, ran away from home just before high school graduation when his childhood crush married his abusive brother. Now, years later, Matt, writing as Scott Tanner, is a successful and famous author. He is living on top of the world. He has everything a man could want except her. And his world is about to be turned upside down… again.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Crime Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Incest Cousins DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation
~~ The Best Drugs ~~
The sight of Vivian strutting into my room was nearly intoxicating. Her subtle but seductive perfume and the maddening sensuality of her body in motion, as always, had me struggling to keep from pitching a tent under the sheets.
After my conversation the previous afternoon with Nurse Hot Stuff, I’d had a bad evening, with a crap ton of pain finely hitting me.
I was feeling a lot better now. But then again, I was on the best painkillers money could buy, all courtesy of the SDPD. Most of the morning and afternoon had been one test after another with me alternating between pain and delirium. But I had been in a stable state of happy bliss for the last hour or so and we were now waiting for the results.
I could see her with both eyes now, as the swelling on the right side of my face had gone down significantly. And she was simply a visual treat. Today’s scrubs were emerald green, looser and more flowing than those of the previous few days. I’m not sure which was more distracting. The body-hugging purples or the soft swishing emerald fabric that moved and caressed her every curve as she crossed the room.
“Your eye looks so much better today,” she said, coming to a stop before my bed, hip cocked slightly to the side, emphasizing her perfect figure.
The shimmering halo around her pretty head was particularly stunning. Maybe that was the drugs ... probably not, I thought.
“Better to see you with, my dear.” I said.
“Are you going to eat me all up, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?”
I grinned. There was nothing I would love more than to make a meal out of this woman’s body. Everything about her screamed, “Fuck me!”
“Vivian, I’d love nothing more. But I’m concerned you would rot all the remaining teeth out of my head.” I grinned while slowly devouring her with my eyes.
“I’m not that sweet, big guy!” she said, smiling her dazzling smile.
“You look pretty tasty from here. I can’t think of anything I would like more for dessert,” I said.
I liked the way her skin sparkled as she moved about.
“Olivia says that all the time.”
“She’s a lucky girl,” I said.
“Oh, Mr. Sexy Brain. I’m the lucky one. She is just the sweetest thing ever.” Vivian said as she slowly walked around to the side of my bed with a chair. They had already disconnected me from the equipment she typically monitored.
“She sounds delicious,” I said, watching her move.
“Oh, Mr. Tanner. Can I call you Scott?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Sc ... Scott,” she smiled softly, “that feels strange. Scott, if you agree to carry the flame for us. I promise you will get to taste her. In fact, I will insist upon it.”
“Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you said that she didn’t like men.”
“Yeah, Scott, she does kind of hate men, most men anyway. She has had some terrible experiences with them in the past, and I mean bad! But I don’t want to share her story. It’s not mine to tell.”
I watched her face with rapt attention. Just looking at her made me feel better. Her attention on me as she spoke was more intoxicating than all the painkillers the hospital had pumped me full of.
“Suffice it to say; her experiences range from selfish lovers to outright abusive assholes. Not to mention Bill, my ex, he made us both feel like disgusting freaks.”
“Oh, yeah. Because you tried to have a threesome with him and Olivia?”
“Yes, funny, huh? I was in the same boat then that I am in now.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
I sat the empty coffee cup on the little white saucer and slid the rolling tray away with the remainder of my partially eaten lunch. Eye-candy was the only food I was interested in at that moment.
“I was in love with Bill. I mean, I was totally gaga over that guy. He made me feel things I didn’t know were even possible.” She said with a dreamy sort of expression on her face.
“That good in bed, huh?” I asked. I was transfixed myself by her lovely face framed by that flaming shock of red hair and the way those green eyes sparkled in the morning light streaming in through the window to her right.
“Oh God, no!” she giggled. “Well, he was OK. For a dude. Pretty good, really. But he never really melted my panties, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Okay,” I choked. “Then...”
“Did you know you’re slurring your words?” she asked.
“Am I?”
“A bit. It’s cute,” she grinned.
“So, what did you see in him?” I asked, shifting the topic back.
“I can’t explain it, really. It should be all the sorts of things I should hate. I could never really figure him out. Most guys throw themselves at me. I practically had to beg him. He never fell for any of my bullshit. Called me on it. Even spanked me once. That was hot.”
I choked.
“But he could completely ignore me one minute and make me feel like the center of the universe the next. No matter what was going on, he was my rock. I always felt he cared, but he never tried to fix my shit ... do you know what I mean?”
“Not really... “ I said.
“Well anyway. He used to drive me crazy. He’s the only guy I ever pursued.”
She looked at me and winked, “at least until now.”
I grinned. It hurt my battered face, but it was worth it.
“So, yeah, I was over the moon with him. The sex was on the better side of OK, but the way he made me feel kept me coming back for more. But I needed a girl too. The longer it went on, the more I felt like I was only half satisfied. Like there was an itch he just couldn’t scratch. And I really thought he would be down with it.”
“You talked with him about it?”
“Well, there was a time when he asked me about my past. I told him about Olivia and our college days. It seemed to excite him. I thought he would ... you know.”
“Be a guy?” I responded.
She grinned and placed her slender hand on my chest.
“Yes, be a guy.”
“But he flipped out?” I asked.
“Freaked the fuck out! He left, and I didn’t hear a thing from him until his lawyer served me the divorce papers. I was devastated.”
“I’m sorry.”
“His loss,” she grinned. “I’m over it now. But it was rough.”
“I’m glad you got over it. I’m sure Olivia helped with that.”
“You have no idea Mr. Sexy Brain.”
“I may have some idea. I’ve seen that picture.”
She laughed. It was delightful. She even blushed a little.
“Now I’m in love with Olivia. Head over fucking heals. She took how I felt about Bill and ramped it up to 11. And she ... well, she is a real panty-melter.”
“Vivian, I really am so happy for you. Olivia does seem like a wonderful woman. And she is nearly as stunning as you.”
“More, way more. But sometimes I need me some...” She paused and glanced meaningfully at the section of sheets that covered my growing bulge.
“Need?”
“A girl’s got her needs, Scott.” She said, leaning over the bed.
“But I have to take care of my baby. It’s important to me that she has a pleasant experience with you. I will never, ever betray her, but if you agree, and if you make it good for her.” She grinned like a wolf. “Then I get my itch scratched too. And we talk about making it a regular thing.”
Then suddenly she looked quite serious and said, “But if she says stop. We stop! It’s done. So, you need to make sure she likes it.”
“Wait!, you want me to ... em. Not just in a cup or something.”
Vivian laughed, and it was like music.
“Of course not, silly man. I want her to have the full experience. I want her to have a good experience with a man. With you. Will you do that for me, Scott? In all the years I have known her, you are the only man she has ever shown any real interest in.”
“I thought you said she had dated men in the past.”
“Most of them were due to pressure placed on her by her family. And I think she wanted to be ‘normal’ if only for her dad. But she never got over the ... Well, that’s a story for another time, and she needs to tell it to you if she wants to.”
She shifted position slightly. My eyes followed the contours of her body. Fuck, she was hot!
“Yes, she dated, and she tried. Those guys were rubbish. I know you will not be. You’re not just sexy. You’re kind and funny. And your brain, God Scott, I get wet every time I think about coming in here to talk to you. You wrote Cad’s Journey!”
She grinned at me, with her soft hand on my chest.
“That imagination it’s sexy as hell. Olivia thinks so too. I don’t want to pressure you. But please consider it. My wife is amazing in bed. If you are good to her, she will be very good to you.”
I looked at her. That red hair, those lips. She was a freaking goddess. “I’m thinking about it, Vivian.”
She leaned closer. “Scott, she gets one time with you. That’s the deal! One time. If she wants more, then she has to share you with me. So, if you rock her world, baby, I’m going to get to rock yours!”
I felt the breath going out of me as I stiffened under the sheets just thinking about it. But then I started giggling. I have no idea why.
“Maybe we should talk about this more when you’re not on a pharmacy’s worth of Oxy. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I was taking advantage of one of my patients,” she smiled.
“Damn good drugs,” I said, grinning.
“We do good work!” she said.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
She picked it up and handed it to me.
It was Marcus. I picked up.
“Heya, Marcus. Thanks for calling me back. You’re like my best friend. Did you know that?”
“Ehm, Boss. Thanks. Are you okay?” he responded.
“Peachy,” I giggled. “I got me a sparkly nurse here flirting with me, and it’s giving me a big head.”
“Sparkly?” Vivian asked as her halo flared purple.
“A bit,” I responded with a wink and a vague wave of my hand indicating her now full body halo. Did I mention she was sexy?
“So. Marcus. Looks like I’m going to be here a few more days. Doctors are not done sticking me with needles. But it’s Okay, because there is this hot nurse who digs me.”
Vivian giggled.
“Right Boss. Do you need anything?”
“Oh, right? Marcus, so can you pick me up a decent laptop? I think the cops are still ransacking my gear for stuff to leak. Dicks.”
“No problem, Boss. I’ll drop it off tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks Marcus. I know running errands for me is not your job, I don’t have a PA now that H & W dumped me. I’ll get a new one as soon as I can. One that works for me, not Hinds and Whitney.”
I looked at Vivian. “Hey Vivian, wanna be my new PA? I could order you about and spank you from time to time.”
I winked at her.
“That’s so tempting, but I worked hard to get where I am. I love nursing.”
“How about Emily?” Marcus asked.
That snapped my focus back in place ... mostly.
“What?”
“She’s basically a PA for the city planner’s office now. She would love to work for you. And having you boss her around all day would be great for my love life. The odd spanking wouldn’t hurt, Boss.”
“I was kidding, Marcus.”
“Worth thinking about, Boss. She would be a great PA. I’m serious.”
“Let’s talk about this when I’m not high as a kite.” I said.
“Right, Boss.”
“How’s Emmy?”
“She’s doing great. Emmy and Kori are getting on like gangbusters. Did you know the girl had never watched TV before? What kind of fucked-up shit is that?”
“Yeah, I know. Apparently, my brother is a greater asshole than I could have ever possibly imagined.”
“She wants to see you.”
“Can you bring her by tomorrow?”
“Sure thing, Boss. I’ll bring her when I bring the laptop.”
~~ Strings ~~
The glare from the headlights streaming endlessly past outside, illuminated the dim interior of the limo in long strobing flashes. Light flickered and sparkled on chrome and polished wood surfaces and caused plush velour fabrics to nearly glow in the shimmering half-light.
Due to the solid construction of this timeless Rolls limousine, I could barely hear the sounds of traffic outside as we sped down the bustling night-time streets of San Diego.
The dancing lights, both outside the car and within the spacious interior, would normally mesmerize me, but my focus was entirely on the woman kneeling at my feet. The look of utter shame and humiliation on her drop-dead gorgeous face was hot. Why did that make me so fucking hard? This was so fucking wrong.
Yes, Marcus’s sexy wife, Emily, was an image of perfection there on her knees before me. This is exactly where she belonged. She knew it; I knew it, and Markus knew it too. The expression of resentment, shame and heat on her supermodel face, had me so rock hard, I could barely think straight.
I sniffed the air, and I could smell her excitement. And she was simply fucking radiant kneeling there in that designer suit with its short skirt hiked all the way up, revealing those delightfully scandalous black lace panties. The material so thin and dripping with her nectar, they left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Up top, I could see down the cleavage of her crisp, but mostly open, white blouse. Those perfect C-cup tits were straining at the fabric of her low-cut sports jacket. I wanted to rip that blouse and jacket open. But I restrained my darker impulse.
“Didn’t I tell you, Boss? My Emily is going to be the best assistant you ever had. Isn’t that right, dear?” Marcus’s jovial voice echoed as if we were in a deep underground cavern. He seemed impossibly far away, his eyes visible in the distant rear-view mirror. When did I get a limo?
As I took note of the lust in my driver and best friend’s eyes as reflected in that faraway mirror, a swimming sense of vertigo washed over me and the limo appeared to lengthen and twist unnervingly. I focused my attention back on Emily’s gorgeous face. Her eyes, unable to meet my gaze, fell to the floor, and to the puddle of her shame, now spreading slowly between her legs on the limo floor.
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl,” Emily whispered. She didn’t raise her head to look at me. But a visible tremor when through her lovely body.
I wanted to take her right there. I didn’t even care that her loving husband was watching. Her submissive posture, head down, and her meek voice were igniting the caveman fires in my loins.
That thought flooded me with guilt. Marcus was like a brother to me, like what a brother is supposed to be, not like the one I really have. Not like the real one that I barely survived. Markus was a good man and a good friend. He was loyal. He didn’t deserve this.
“Emily is a very good girl, Sir. Aren’t you, my darling? You are going to be very pleasing to your new boss. To our boss,” Marcus said, his barely audible voice echoing in the growing distance.
She didn’t respond, but another tremor shook her slender body and a soft groan escaped her lovely lips.
“Sir, If Emily displeases you in any way, you can punish her however you like. Isn’t that right darling. If your bad, you need to be punished.”
I paid no heed to Markus’s words, but I enjoyed the effect they had on his wife. I couldn’t look away from her now.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you, Emily?” I asked softly but firmly, reaching out with my right hand to stroke her lovely face. Her skin was on fire as I cupped her soft cheek in my palm while running my fingers through her silky hair. I gently lifted her chin and at the same time slid the pad of my thumb across the soft expanse of her bottom lip. I could feel it tremble at my touch. “You know what being my assistant means? You know what I expect from you? Did your husband explain it to you?”
The expression on her face was an utterly unreadable mix of warring emotions. She nodded her pretty head, eyes still glued to her puddle of shame as her glistening heat continued to dribble down her perfect thighs to join the spreading mess between her knees.
“What did your husband say I expect from you as my personal assistant?”
“Everything ... Obedience ... Everything...” she whispered, bottom lip quivering, eyes still not meeting mine, though I lifted her chin firmly so that she was facing me. God those tears were sexy as hell.
“Do you want to be my assistant, Emily? are you ready for this?”
“No...” she sobbed. “I ... I...” she sobbed. She began to move her hands from behind her back up towards her face. Obviously to hide her shame.
“Keep your hands where they are! I didn’t give you permission to move.” I commanded.
She relaxed her shoulders and her chin into my hand. Her hands slid again behind her back. Involuntarily she kissed my thumb.
“If you don’t want this, then why are you here? why are you kneeling at my feet?”
“Because you told me to.” She whispered.
“Do you do everything I say, Emily?” I asked squeezing her chin gently but firmly in my palm.
This time I felt the shiver that passed through her.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“Why?”
“I...” she whimpered.
“No! Emily, Look at me!” I commanded.
Her pretty brown eyes made the slow arduous journey all the way from the floor of the limo, up and over my body, pausing only briefly at my lips before timidly meeting my gaze. This was pure fucking bliss. I absolutely hated myself for enjoying this. But Enjoy it I did. Never in my whole life had I felt such power. I was playing with her like a puppet. I should be ashamed of myself. I knew it. She was the wife of my best friend. But she needed this.
I looked at her dripping crotch. Yes, she needed this. And Markus wanted her to have it.
“Why are you obeying me, Emily? Why do you want to be my assistant so bad?” I demanded.
“Because Marcus told me, I had to. Because you own us,” She whimpered, tears in her eyes.
“Your lying!” I said.
Her eyes fell.
“Eyes!” I commanded.
Her eyes snapped back to mine.
“I’m not. It’s true. You own us.” she whined. Her lips trembling.
“It’s not the whole truth. Is it?”
She looked at me. “ ... no, please. Don’t make me say it.”
“You are wet, Emily. You’re dripping on my floor.” I commented.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“You want this. You want it bad!” I declared.
“Yes,” she said in a heaving sob.
On impulse, I grabbed her throat and squeezed firmly. “Yes, what?” I growled.
“Yes, sir!” she groaned as her slender body trembled under my grip. Seeing her normally creamy complexion turn pink gave me another thrill. She was my toy. My puppet.
The strings were tight, oh yeah, humiliation was her deal alright. Well, part of it anyway.
“She’s not the one you want, Uncle Daddy,” Emmy said.
I looked at my gorgeous little niece, who was now standing behind Emily. With the lovely woman on her knees in front of her, the child was a full head taller than the older woman. Emmy’s slate-gray eyes seemed to burn in the dim light of the limo as the glancing lights of passing traffic danced across her pale face.
Why was she here?
“It should be my mommy!” She said while softly stroking Emily’s hair back over the woman’s trembling shoulders. “That’s my mommy’s place; Mrs. Emily is just keeping it warm for Mommy.”
Emily groaned and began to suck on my thumb. I was in shock.
“Emmy?” I asked in alarm. I was naked in the presence of my niece, and I had my assistant ... The wife of my best friend on her knees before me. My cock was rock hard and on full display.
“Emily, be a good girl and beg to suck our boss’s cock!” Marcus commanded. “Show him why he should pick you as his assistant. We need our jobs; you have to please our boss. You’re the best baby ... Show him.”
“Marcus...,” she choked, then she raised her big doe eyes to me. “Sir, please let me suck your cock. I beg you. I promise that I’ll be a good girl.”
The strings were slack; I couldn’t seem to move. But my cock throbbed in front of the kneeling woman and to my shame and horror my little niece. I was mortified and more turned on than I had ever been in my life.
“That’s my job,” Misty said in her innocent-sounding voice. “He loves me.” I looked down from Emmy’s slate-gray eyes, just in time to see the love of my life grabbing a firm grip on the base of my shaft.
“Misty, where did you come from?” I asked as the two gorgeous women jockeyed for position to get my now hard and pulsing cock into one of their mouths.
“It’s my job! I’m his assistant!” Emily Growled, “Me ... Me ... It’s my job”.
“He loves me!” Misty cried as the head of my shaft vanished into Emily’s hot wet mouth. “He has always loved me.”
“You betrayed Uncle Daddy, Mommy, you lied to him. You hurt him.” Emmy said. The child, who now knelt beside her nude mother, took a fistful of Misty’s blond hair and shoved her mother’s face down next to Emily’s. The child’s voice was not accusatory; it was soft and compassionate ... Loving.
“I’m sorry,” Misty moaned, licking at the base of my shaft as Emily frantically sucked me in deep.
I groaned with heat. This was too much. Emily was amazing, but having Misty and Emmy here too, it was beyond madness.
“Emmy, you shouldn’t be here!” I cried, but couldn’t move as the pleasure washed over me.
“Boss, I told you. My wife is the best.” Markus cheered from the faraway driver’s seat. “Take it, baby, show our boss what you’re worth.”
“Mommy, you have to earn his love back. You have to earn his forgiveness. This is your punishment, Mommy. You have to wait your turn. Right Uncle Daddy? You still love mommy but she was bad!”
“Fuck!” I groaned.
“Me! He loves me!,” Misty sobbed, “See! Since we were kids.”
“You betrayed him.” Marcus said. “Emily just wants to please him. Not like you; you’re a whore!”
He was right. “You chose Brian over me!” I snapped. “You set me up!”
I almost lost my train of thought as Emily forced her way down so that I felt my cock slide into her throat.
“I didn’t want to. Master made me do it.” Misty cried. “He always made me! I never had a choice, master pulled the strings ... I didn’t want to. I’m sorry ... Please, I’m sorry.”
The strings attached to her wrists grew taught. Misty jerked back as Emily swallowed more of my shaft, groaning like a bitch in heat.
“No, please!” Misty screamed, “Don’t make me!”
I looked up as the pleasure of Emily’s mouth overwhelmed me and saw that old incandescent bulb hanging from the thickest branch. The old maple tree looked haunting as ever, looming over us like a giant. It was hauntingly illuminated by that single bulb that crackled and buzzed as a cloud of tiny insects swarmed around it. This was our magic grove. This was my magic time with Misty. The times I lived for as a teenager. The singular respite from madness I knew. The only time she was mine.
“Matt, it’s your line!” Misty said, sounding impatient.
I looked at her. My heart fluttered in my chest. She hadn’t changed a bit. Neither had I. She was just as I remembered her, all those summers ago. She was maybe fifteen years old and so fucking perfect. Those big blue eyes, looking at me as she grinned. Reading lines was the time when she looked her most alive. When she was the most with me.
“It’s your line, silly!”
“How did I get here?” I said, looking around.
“It’s your yard, silly boy. Come on, we need to finish before Brian comes home. The play is next week, and we need the practice.”
Brian ... the name struck me in the gut. Why did she love him so much? I wanted to scream. But the strings wouldn’t let me move. I tried to raise my fists to the sky but my body betrayed me I couldn’t budge an inch. I couldn’t speak. I could just stare at her bewitchingly beautiful face. And those eyes that always melted my soul.
My mouth was dry. She was so fucking beautiful. I loved her so much. And she only had eyes for him. But the way she looked at me now. Was there something there? Something in that flickering moment under the single incandescent bulb, something in her gaze that moved me so deep I wanted to explode, I wanted to cry.
“Misty!” his voice called in its typical scornful tone from somewhere far off.
A chill ran down my spine. Horror, shame and revulsion. I knew what was going to happen now. What always happened now. I looked up, maybe to pray, maybe just to get my gaze off of her so I wouldn’t have to see her expression when she heard him, when she responded as she always did. And high above us I saw, giant and luminous, those two, hate filled slate-gray, eyes staring down at me. Like the wrath of an evil and vengeful God peering down from the heavens. But not judging ... mocking!
And I could see myself. My younger self and Misty, standing close together, sharing one script beneath that old maple tree.
“It’s your line.” She said, smiling.
The lines. How had I never noticed the lines? They ran from our wrists and head and hearts up to the set of crossbars clutched in Brian’s gargantuan meaty fists high up in the sky. He grinned maniacally, and tugged the crossbars apart. My arms moved I turned to face Misty, but she was torn away from my grasp.
“Nooooo!” I cried as he drug Misty away from me by her lines. Her limp body slid across the yard, pulled by her wrists, toward the back door and the all consuming darkness inside.
“Nooooo!” I screamed.
“Enough time with the fucking dweeb!” Brian’s scornful voice growled from inside the house. “You have some dick to suck slut!”
“Oh Brian, whatever you want my love.” Misty’s voice choaked out. “I’ve missed you all day.”
“Nooooooo!” I screamed.
“I think, I’ll fuck you in Matt’s bed tonight. Won’t that be fun, you little whore?”
“Anything you want Brian, Anything,” Misty replied meekly from inside.
“Keep your fucking hands off of her,” I tried to scream. But no sound escaped my lips. The lines had wrapped themselves around me, crushing me, just like I was in the coils of a great python.
“Come on dweeb. You can watch!” Brian snarled from the darkness inside. “Watch me make this little slut squeal.”
“Noooooo,” I cried, as my feet swung about and I was dragged by the ankles across the rough ground toward the darkness.
“Noooooooooooo!” I screamed. I wanted to grab on to something. I wanted to save myself but I couldn’t move. There was nothing I could do.
“It’s OK!” a soft voice said in a silky but distant tone.
I was still screaming as the dimly lit room came into focus. My hospital room. I was thrashing tangled in my sweat soaked sheets.
“It’s ok, Mr. Sexy brain. You were having a nightmare,” Vivian said, her voice thick with concern.
Her perfume ensnared and calmed me. I tried to focus on her lovely face for comfort, but it was her perfume that brought me back from the darkness. As she came into focus, she was like an angel with flaming hair.
“Vivian?”
“Yea baby, I’m here.” She said, one of her soft hands stroking my cheek. “Your trembling baby, was it bad?”
“Yea,” I trembled.
“You were screaming. It must have been horrible.”
“Yea, well it started out pretty good.” I said trying to get a grip on myself.
“I could tell. You were supporting a rather impressive tent when I stopped in to check on you.”
If it’s possible for a man to blush, I was sure that I was glowing like a torch.
“Who’s Emily? The way you were moaning her name, she must be hot!” Vivian asked with a wicked grin that made me even more mortified.
“Are you jealous?” I asked, trying to wrestle my embarrassment back under control.
“Damn straight, I dress all sexy for you, I should be the star of all your fantasies!” she said, sticking out her tongue at me.
“Oh, trust me, Nurse Hot stuff, you’re the star of a lot of my wet dreams.” I retorted.
“And Olivia? My sexy fucking wife better at least have a guest starring role.” She stood up crossing her slender arms under those perfect breasts.
“Oh, she does.”
“She better! She’s fucking hot!” Vivian giggled poking me in the ribs. “And you’ve seen some rather compromising photos.”
I laughed, “yes I have. Was that intentional you vixen?”
“no. She will kill me if she finds out you saw those.” Vivian winked at me.
The horror of the dream had now faded. But the memory clung to my mind. “Strings...”
“What?” Vivian asked.
“Nothing. Something about the nightmare really shook me.”
“Emily?”
“No ... My brother. He was controlling Misty and I like we were just a couple of puppets on strings. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t help her. I just watched her being dragged into the darkness.”
“That sounds horrible.”
Vivian, like she had done so many times over the past two days scooched over into my hospital bed, pressing that perfect body up against me. But with her on top of the covers me underneath. She liked to share photos with me this way or chat with me. It was chaste but also not entirely so. The woman knew how to drive me crazy.