Chapter 7

I woke up from a deep sleep, completely entwined with Alexis.

I hadn’t stirred or woken the entire night, being absolutely wiped out from both the sex and the heavy use of my ability. It didn’t look like Alexis had stirred either, being roughly in the same position that she had been in when I had fallen asleep; head nestled under my chin, one arm across my chest as she cuddled close to me, and a smooth thigh thrown over one of my legs.

I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell from her steady breathing that she was still asleep. Her hair was soft, and I didn’t want to move, for fear of waking her and ruining this moment. Because once she was awake I knew I would have to start facing the consequences of last night.

I had got what I wanted but there was a high price. I had purposely seduced and slept with my married housemate, my friend. There was no going back from that. She had barely kept it together when we had had that first encounter after all. And this was far past that. Even though she was peaceful and content asleep, I knew it wouldn’t last.

The price that I paid for my decision was that we were no longer friends. I was now the embodiment of the greatest mistake of her life, no matter the fact that I had made sure that she had enjoyed it. The guilt would be real. I knew that she would feel this way, that on some level she would blame herself, knowing she was attracted to me. She wouldn’t know that I had engineered everything.

It was the selfish decision I made, knowing this would happen. In possessing her, I would lose her.

In some ways I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I had planned the night, and I had planned to move out. But I hadn’t envisioned this. Waking up in bed with a woman whose life I had just shattered.

What scared me a little was that I didn’t regret my actions at all. I knew that it would really mess up, or even ruin her life. But I had done it anyway. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

I had gone in with an out planned - even if Alexis didn’t know about it. I had organised to move out, so if all went well I wouldn’t have to deal with the ramifications for very long. And if Alexis kept it together and hid it from Ben, I wouldn’t have to face anything at all.

Even if everything went perfectly, completely to plan; I still didn’t want to disturb this scene. But nothing lasts forever.

I felt it, when Alexis began to stir, to wake up. Her breathing changed, and she gave a long, luxurious stretch, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. I could tell the exact moment when the full memory of the night before hit her, when she realised exactly where she was. She went rigid.

“Oh.” She said in a small voice. Her head was still under my chin, and she didn’t look up at me. I wasn’t sure what to say to her; I mean, what would be the protocol in this situation? So we lay there in silence for a time; still pressed together and intertwined, but no longer cuddled. Rather, it was as though Alexis was afraid to move, because then she would have to start facing the ramifications of what we had done. In the end I broke the tension, if for no other reason than I was starting to get uncomfortable from not moving.

“Good morning.” I said quietly.

“Is it?” She said after a moment, a touch of bitterness in her voice. Her hand, still resting on my chest, curled its fingers, digging into my skin. Not hard at all, but managing to convey how out of sorts she was.

“I guess it depends.” I said.

“On?”

“On whether you had as much fun as I did last night.”

“What?” Alexis propped her head up and looked at me, shock on her face. “That’s not the point! I told myself nothing would ever happen again. And the first opportunity I had we ended up in bed together!”

She buried her head back against my chest; not out of any sense of intimacy, rather she was trying to hide away from everything. I understood what she was doing, but the fact was a beautiful woman was pressing herself against me. I still enjoyed it.

“Hey now.” I said soothingly. “It’s not like we planned this to happen...”

A bald-faced lie.

“ ... but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t inevitable on some level.” I continued. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, ever since that first night.”

Alexis made a small questioning sound, still not raising her head. This was interesting, she didn’t seem to be reacting like I expected. I was expecting tears, expecting to be having to comfort her. I needed to explore this, to find out exactly what was going through her mind. I had distracted her from her sense of overwhelmed guilt far too easily.

“Why do you think my date didn’t go well that time?” I said, playing to what she thought had happened when I tried online dating.

“That was because of me?”

“Yes.” I said, leaning slightly so I was speaking right by her ear. “It was hard to concentrate on someone else when all I wanted to do was ... well, what we did last night.”

Alexis gave a soft moan, a shiver running through her body at my words; clearly remembering last night as well. Apparently bringing up sex was enough to completely derail her from her self-recriminations. Even though I was bringing it up to find out what exactly was going on, I got caught up in the memories as well. I had no idea what time it was, no idea how long we had until her husband got home. I knew I should wrap this up, get moving, and get Alexis out of my bed; make sure she was functioning well enough to handle Ben. It was the smart thing to do.

But I could feel her cool smooth skin on mine. And I too remembered the pleasure of last night. And I got hard.

Alexis felt my cock harden against her thigh, and she turned to me with a look of shock, mixed with guilt and arousal. That’s when I knew for sure what was happening. Like the aftermath of that first morning, she was horny; still affected by my ability. I remember the power I had felt then, realising that I could take her right there at the kitchen table if I wished. But this time I wasn’t going to hesitate. This time she couldn’t avoid the issue. She was naked, and in bed with me.

I gripped her shoulder with the arm that was still loosely wrapped around her, and pulled her into me. Alexis braced herself with the hand on my chest, the palm flat, as if to push herself away from me ... but then she froze again, tense and rigid. It was as if she was torn, wanting to get away from me, away from this situation, but also not.

I knew I could resolve this conflict within her in an instant. After so much last night, even a small usage of my ability would tip her in my favour. But I didn’t.

It was perverse. It was wrong. And on some level, I felt ashamed. But I wanted this. I wanted to see her cave, to give in. I wanted to see how far she had gone, how far she would go with just the memory of last night and the residual effect of my power.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her. I kept the pressure of my hand at her shoulder, not pulling her into me any tighter, but not letting her move away either.

“I’m sorry!” She said, her voice hoarse. “We just can’t.”

I stroked her skin softly with the hand holding her in place. She shivered.

“We need to stop.” She said, a note of entreaty in her voice. “This shouldn’t have happened. This can’t happen.”

“It did happen though.” I said mildly. I wanted to see how this would go. On one hand she was holding herself away from me, and saying no. On the other, she hadn’t moved her leg away - it was still draped over me. And my now erect cock was trapped under the silky skin of her thigh. I flexed it slightly, pressing it against her.

“I know.” Alexis said, shuddering out a heavy breath. It was slight, but I felt the pressure from her palm ease some, and she shifted her leg minutely, rubbing it against me. “We should stop. After I leave the room, we pretend this never happened. Please.”

This was perfect, exactly the best scenario for my plan.

But I wasn’t exactly operating from the plan anymore.

Her usage of the word ‘should’ hadn’t escaped my attention. She was on the cusp, barely able to think of doing the rational thing. I could say that I was seducing her, but that would be a lie. I was taking advantage of her, even if she didn’t fully realise that.

I changed tactic, and rolled us both so that I was on top of her. I held myself off of her, using the distance of her palm against my chest as a measure. She wasn’t using her hand to hold me off anymore, but she still kept her hand there as a token resistance. Her legs were closed, pressed together.

“We can do that.” I said reasonably, looking down into her wide-eyed face. So many emotions were flickering across her visage, I had trouble identifying them all. Shock was there. Shame, arousal, a touch of fear. So many more. “Of course, if after you leave we never speak of it again, does it really matter what else happens in this room?”

Alexis gaped at me, mouth moving, trying to formulate a reply but nothing emerging. I guess it was hard to formulate a counter argument in these circumstances. I never looked away from her face, and she kept her eyes locked on mine.

“I remember you beneath me last night.” I said softly.