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The Mayor’s Daughter (Part Four of Six)
SYNOPSIS of Chapters 1-3:
Tomlin was a man with mutant mind control powers. He vowed to destroy the mayor of his city for causing the death of Tomlin’s son, Kyle. Tomlin raped and humiliated the mayor’s sluttish thirteen-year-old daughter and the mayor’s vapid wife in front of the helpless man. The mayor suffered a massive stroke and his enemies seized control of the city and made the wife and elder daughter their playthings, eventually executing the wife and the mayor while forcing the elder daughter to serve as the new mayor’s personal sex slave.
Tomlin took the mayor’s innocent ten-year-old daughter, Angela, to prevent her from becoming evil like the rest of the family. She became his willing little lover, and Tomlin used his abilities to give her unheard of pleasures in the bedroom.
Eventually, twelve-year-old Angela pushed Tomlin to bring her best friend, Sierra into his bed to help Angela keep up with Tomlin’s incredible sexual appetite. Tomlin probed sweet Sierra’s dreams and found that she was nearly ready for sexual play.
But before that could happen, Tomlin discovered that Angela’s older sister Hannah was not quite the heartless little animal he had thought she was. She had been a major reason why Angela had grown to be such a sweet and innocent girl. He risked ruining his entire life by bringing Hannah back to live with her little sister.
Angela had no idea what Tomlin had done to her family. When Tomlin confessed what had happened, Angela threw him out of their house. Three days later, Tomlin found himself walking into the house to face the reunited sisters.
Science fiction, mind control, romance, male/girl, virginity, young
He found the sisters sitting hand-in-hand on the couch. Neither spoke to him or moved toward him. He woodenly walked to the chair and sat down. He remembered a time when he was fourteen and had taken off with his buddies and left his nine-year-old sister on her own for what he thought would be an hour. Six hours later, he was drunk in a friend’s basement when his comm chirped with a text message: “Come home now. Your sister has been injured.”
He had betrayed his parent’s trust and his sister had scalded her hand quite badly when she tried to make her own supper. Tomlin had never been so irresponsible and selfish. Never had he betrayed someone’s sacred trust in such a fashion. The walk to the chair to face Angela and Hannah was even worse than the walk into the living room to face his parents that night.
He sat and said nothing. Everything he’d had to say had been said. And he was damned sure Angela would never forget any of it. He turned to her and waited for her to speak. “Our conversation will be private,” she said. “Hannah asked for me to be here for hers.” Tomlin nervously nodded to show consent. If he said nothing he could say nothing wrong.
“I want some things from you,” Hannah said, not bothering with a please. Tomlin figured this wasn’t the right time for manners. This was raw and candid. He nodded and Hannah continued. “First of all, Angie said that you can feel someone else’s memories. Not just see them, but feel them.”
“Yes. I couldn’t a few years ago, but I can now. I’m getting more powerful.” He silently cursed himself. He could have just said yes.
“That’s a fucking scary thought,” Hannah muttered, but then continued on her original point. “First, I want you to relive that night from my point of view. You need to feel what I felt.”
“I deserve that,” he acknowledged. “Now?”
Hannah nodded. Tomlin sifted his way through the girl’s mind. He nearly got lost several times. She had been abused badly by the new mayor. His treatment of her was no different than Tomlin’s, but it never ended, and the mayor felt like a big man when he slapped a 105-pound fifteen-year-old girl around. All of that was his own fault in a way as well, but Tomlin had to get by that for now. He found the night he himself had raped her.
He saw a twisted vision of his own face. He felt the terror and the physical sickness she felt as she realized his intentions. He felt the pain, and then he felt the worst part of it. He felt her helplessness, not just at the mind control, but at her own inability to stop herself from craving the physical pleasures he offered. It was an addiction of sorts, but the shame that came with having it was unbearable. Tomlin nearly vomited as he realized what it was like to feel a compulsion to clutch and grab at the cock of a man you hated. She did it because the cock gave her a high that wiped out everything that mattered in the world. Hannah hated herself in the worst way, and Tomlin felt that, too.
He sat back, ashen and on the verge of tears. “Every day for a month,” Hannah said. “Relive it every day for a month and you’ll be one twenty-fourth of the way to what you put me through.”
“I’ll do it. All twenty-four months’ worth,” he said in a choked voice.
“Secondly, promise me on the soul of your dead son that you will never do that to another girl again.”
“I wouldn’t have whether you made me make that vow or not. I swear on Kyle’s soul that I will not humiliate and debase an unwilling girl for the rest of my life.”
“Unwilling girl? Dammit!” Hannah snapped. “You read me!”
“It’s screaming at me,” he said. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to treat you like that even if you’re willing to have me do it.”
“Neither do I,” Hannah said. “That’s why I want the other thing. I want you to get rid of the craving for me.”
He had to speak more now, to make things clear. “I can temper it,” he said. “But it’s risky to pull that big a part of someone’s personality out of them. You’re driven to be treated roughly. If I take that out of you entirely, other things, like your sex drive might come with it. But I can make it so that the craving is much more under your control. I think I can make it so that you wouldn’t allow a man you didn’t love to do it. Maybe I can even make it so that you have to be absolutely certain that he loves you before you let him.”
“How can I know for absolute certain a guy loves me?” she asked in exasperation. She thought Tomlin was being thick. Tomlin arched his eyebrows and then pointed toward himself. Hannah smiled slightly.
“It’s going to take a while to pull all that off, and I’m kind of a jumble emotionally right now,” he said. “Can we work on this in a couple days?”
“That makes sense. I don’t want you to fuck it up.”
“No, you really don’t.”
“I might ask for even more, Tomlin. But I’m not going to do it right now. After you talk to Angie, if she lets you stay in the house, we’ll talk more. But even if she does throw you out on your ass, you owe me everything you said.”
“I owe you more than that, Hannah.”
“You’re damn right you do, asshole.” With that, Hannah returned to the guest room. She wasn’t any more pleasant than she had been before, but it was the first big conversation Tomlin had had in a while where a girl didn’t hit him repeatedly. At least he had something besides apologies he could offer Hannah. He wondered how the conversation with Angela would go.
“You had no right,” Angela stated almost as soon as her sister had closed the door. “There is no way you had the right to let me fall in love with you when you hadn’t told me who you were and what you’d done to my family.”
“You’re right.” He went back to keeping his sentences short so he might be less inclined to say something stupid.
“I do love you, Tommy. But it’s only because we have been so deep into one another’s minds that I can even begin to forgive you. I know who you really are. I kind of even understand how you became the person you were at the time you destroyed my father, and I understand how my family made you that way. But I still almost left for good. Hannah saved you.”
“I’m glad to see you’re surprised,” she said and breathed a sigh of relief. Her slender fingers loosened their grip on the arm of the couch. “I kind of wondered if you hadn’t planned it all that way; it’s good to see you didn’t.” She looked at his still utterly confused face and was glad to know he was respecting the boundaries of her mind while they hashed this out. “You gave her two commands. Don’t lie… and obey me. She had to answer every question I asked her, and I knew she was telling the truth. You did it so that she would tell me the awful truth about you. But in the end she was the one who really made me see the monsters my parents were. She was the one who kept saying that they had it coming. She had to tell me all about them when I asked.”
“I was afraid that knowing all that would crush you, but I couldn’t lie to you anymore, not when I want to build my whole life around you. Hell, I already have built my whole life around you.”
“I know.” She seemed certain that he loved her, that he wasn’t playing a game where that was concerned. “Look, the first two days you were gone it was horrible. I lost both my childhood and the life with you I thought I’d have. On the third day it occurred to me that I could choose to keep that life with you by following your example.”
“My example, Angel? I’m only an example of a destructive idiot.”
“Tell that to the enemy soldier who killed Kyle.” Her eyes were a little more tender now, more filled with sorrow than anger. “You forgave that boy and told him to forgive himself. The two of you moved on. If our life stays in that horrible moment at my house two years ago… you, me and Hannah are all going to be destroyed by it. I forgive you. You were crazy with grief. I don’t know if Hannah can ever forgive you, but I think that with time even she might.”
“I don’t see how, Angel.”
“Your ‘magic’ is powerful; time’s is more powerful. Hell, Tommy, time has even brought you to the point that you’re seeking forgiveness for the horrible thing you did.” She again noticed his confused look. Tomlin could tell she was pleased about something, but he wasn’t about to take a look into her mind to find out what it was. “You’re sure behaving yourself,” she said with some mild amusement in her blue eyes. “You’re genuinely confused about what I mean… which tells me you’re staying out of my brain. Now, you told Hannah that you were rescuing her for my sake, and you were. But part of you knew that saving her and bringing her here offered a chance to make up for a little of what you did.”
“That’s not why I did it though!”
“It’s buried in there somewhere. Look, nobody does anything that brave and stupid unless it’s their nature. Your nature is to do the right thing, at least in the end. You told me the truth and you rescued Hannah… in the end.”
“Okay, I understand. You’re a better person than Hannah and me, though. Don’t forget that. We might not behave as well as you would in our positions.”
“Funny thing is, Tommy, up until three days ago I didn’t think I was truly good enough for you.” She looked at him. “That time you didn’t look surprised; that one you knew. Okay, but learn this then. Thanks to you, I will never look at anyone as perfect again.” Tomlin saw the hurt in her eyes, but there was understanding there, too.
“How did you get so damned grown up so young?”
“My lover is forty-two and he spends a lot of time in my brain. Some things rub off.”
“Where do we go from here?”
“To bed. If we put that off it just gets more complicated.”
“Sometimes you blow my mind, Angel.”
“Play your cards right, and I might blow more than that,” she said in a voice that was meant to sound playful, but carried a great deal of sadness in it as well. They went to the bedroom and tried to love one another back to happiness.
That just wasn’t as simple as it had seemed to Angela. Time’s powerful magic might have been working, but it moved so slowly that they couldn’t see it. For days, Tomlin and Angela tried to love each other through it all. But their rhythm was off, and things that neither of them wanted to think about crept into their minds and hearts. Forgiving and forgetting, it turned out, were two very separate things.
Tomlin kept putting Hannah off in regards to dealing with her cravings for debasement. He was genuinely afraid that until he righted things with his Angel he was more than likely to mess it all up and hurt Hannah in some way. And of course, the happy play time that Tomlin and Angela had been planning with Sierra or Courtney or the other girls was out of the question for the time being as well. The two clever minds in the house could not fathom a way out of the situation, but the girl in the house who was more inclined to act than think could.
“Angie?” Hannah asked over dinner. “Have you really forgiven fuck-stain here?”
“Yes, Hannah. It’s the only way. He was mad with grief that our family caused. None of us can be happy until we forgive each other.”
“Then I can never be happy, Angie. I can’t forgive him. I want to take this knife off the table and jam it through his eye.”
“Don’t do that,” Tomlin said casually, but they all knew he had just given her an order.
“Fuck off, pig,” she hissed. “Look, I’m no genius, but there’s an easy way out of all this.”
“What’s that, Hannah?” Tomlin asked, doubting that he was going to like her idea.
“Angie already forgave you. Maybe being incredibly forgiving is her superpower. There’s something more than human about her. But you told her and she forgave you; still neither of you is really happy. Now, use your superpower and just make her forget the whole damned thing. If she gives you permission to lie about it to her, you don’t have to feel guilty for doing it.”
There was silence at the table. Finally Tomlin spoke. “I don’t do that kind of thing to Angel. Her mind isn’t my playground.”
Hannah clucked her tongue at that remark, and Tomlin wanted to reply, but Angela cut him off. “Do it, Tommy. Look, I forgive you, and I honestly mean that I do, but it’s all still there like a big monster crouching in the corner. You confessed and did your duty. Now, make it go away. I’m not asking you, either. I’m telling you. I think I have the right. Do it.”
“Me too,” Hannah said. “It’s killing me that I’m here with you. The great day you two dream of when I forgive you is never going to come, either. Just make it seem like this in our heads: You were supposed to take Angie to safety but the order to bring her back never came because our parents were killed by their enemies. You fell in love with her and kept her. Then, you felt guilty and eventually tried to make it up to her by going back and finding me.” The two of them looked at Hannah. She had been clever and lucid in her thoughts on the matter. She noticed their surprise. “What? I’m good at lying.”
Tomlin shrugged and wiped his face with a napkin. He rose like he was about to walk away, but uttered a single word. “Sleep.” He reached out an impossibly quick hand and prevented Angela from going face down into her mashed potatoes. Hannah’s head lolled back onto her chair. He focused on his Angel first. He picked out the memories of the last several days. He even reconstructed things so that the girls believed that he and Hannah had just arrived earlier in the day. They had wept and cried and Hannah had chewed his ass up and down for keeping her away from Angie for so long. Removing the short-term memories was simple, and it was something he wanted to do for her. His confidence returned.
Hannah was another matter. Her opinion of him was going to be completely different after this. He intentionally retained the memories of her anger at him for keeping the two of them separated for so long. He wanted Hannah to resent him on at least some level. He could not have dealt with the guilt of having her suddenly worship him as the hero who rescued her and reunited the sisters.
But then, once Tomlin got into her mind, he found he couldn’t stop. He wiped out the memories of the two years of rapes and beatings at the hands of the new mayor. Those were partly his fault anyway. But he still couldn’t control himself. He just couldn’t find a single reason to let her have so much other pain in her life. He went back to the day that Hannah had nearly been raped when rescuing Angela from the three older boys. He changed it so that the guards arrived just as the tide of the fight was turning against her. They arrested the boys instead of executing them on the spot. He quickly returned to Angela and gave her the same memory of the incident.
He erased the cycle of self-debasement that Hannah had spiraled into. Gone was the party where she had given blowjobs to a group of four boys in front of everyone. He found that there were two times that she had enjoyed the pleasures of gentle boys, and he left those intact, perhaps sweetened the memories a little. If Hannah’s nature was truly going to lead her to games of submission then it would still lead her that way. But Tomlin believed that there were better motivations for that than trying to numb oneself against the world.
Finally, he created vague memories of the last two years. Her captors had now sent her to a detention center for girls and kept her heavily medicated most of the time. The new mayor did have sexual plans for her, but his perversions ran toward older teenaged girls. She had spent two years in a drug-induced stupor, but she hadn’t yet been violated by her captors.
Tomlin was breaking all of the rules he had set down for himself. He was going too deep. But he was doing it all for Hannah and Angela. He was man enough to bear the horror of the truth for all three of them. Perhaps he had no right, but it seemed the greater evil to let the girls suffer any more than they had to.
“Wake up,” he said softly. “We were talking about how brave Hannah was when she was a little girl. Let’s do that.”
“Oh, my god, Tommy! You should have seen her. These three creepy boys had me cornered when I wandered away from the bodyguards. Hannah found me and she tore into them like a ninja princess or something. She held them off long enough for the guards to find us and arrest them.”
“Nobody messes with my baby sister. You better remember that, asswipe!”
“Hannah, be nice to Tommy!”
“Sorry, I get that he’s your boyfriend now—creepy old perv—but he never should have kept you away from me that long. I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you. And to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t have minded getting out of that shithole they put me in a little sooner, not that I remember it much anyway. They kept me stoned for two years. Hell, I even remember thinking butt-face here had superpowers or something. He just whisked me right out of there and everyone smiled and went along.”
Tomlin looked to Angela. She was already spilling it. “Hannah, Tommy is a Changeling. That’s why our dad sent me here with him as a protector. He can control other people’s minds.”
“Are you fucking with my sister’s brain? Is that why she loves you?” Tomlin noticed Hannah’s hand begin to clutch the handle of her knife.
“No, Hannah. Not at all,” the little redhead protested. “But damn, can he make the sex incredible. Imagine what it’s like to have someone be able to make you actually feel every fantasy you have.”
“So, you can let go of the knife, Hannah,” Tomlin put some command in the voice.
They moved on to other topics for a minute or two. Finally Hannah got an annoyed look on her face. “Hey, fuck-knob. It’s pretty damned hard to cut my steak when you won’t let me pick up the fucking knife.”
“You’re not going to stick it in my eye or anything are you?”
“No. Whatever you’re doing, Angela seems happy. And she’s not some weird, acquiescent zombie or anything.”
Tomlin nearly choked on his bite of food. He knew that Hannah couldn’t remember him teaching her that word. Somewhere in her mind that word had been there all along. She just wasn’t good enough at thinking to dig it out before. Relieved of all her pain and self-loathing she was far more in control of her thoughts than she had been in a long time. “Please feel free to cut your steak, Hannah.”
“Tommy,” Angela said in the too-sweet voice that girls use to ask their lover for something big. “I know we’re keeping a low profile and all, but now that Hannah’s here, and you and I have discussed me possibly having Sierra and some other girls sleep over, could we possibly get a bigger house? I mean, this place was perfect for what we were, but our little family’s going to get bigger. And babies are a real possibility a few years down the road, too.”
“Can he afford that? Does he even have a job?” Hannah eyed him just like a proper and suspicious big sister should eye the man who had swept her little sister off her feet.
“Tommy’s a multi-millionaire, Hannah.”
Tomlin could barely contain the chuckle that bubbled up in reaction to Hannah’s sudden look of interest. “I don’t have much trouble getting heads of huge firms to hire me on as a ‘security consultant’ and then pay me ridiculous sums of money for showing up a few times a year and telling them who is embezzling from them and who is selling secrets to the competition. Since I’m saving their corporations millions in the process, it’s actually a fairly honest living. And, yes, Angel. I’ve kind of had an eye on a place in one of the better neighborhoods in town. Lots of rooms, indoor pool and whirlpool, big veranda with an outdoor hot tub—and another pool outside. I know how much both you girls loved to swim.”
“Sweet! Could we hire a couple maids?” Hannah asked. Then her eyes lit up. “Or a strapping young Latin pool boy?”
“No maids or other staff. We have to do our own work. I have time; it’s not like I have an everyday job, plus your sister has learned to be quite the little worker. I usually do the indoor stuff, but I’m not the one who planted that flower garden and did that fancy trim along the walkway. That’s Angel’s domain.”
“YOU did all that out there?” Hannah asked, nearly spitting her wine out onto the table. Angela nodded and beamed with pride. “It looks fucking awesome! Can you teach me some of that?”
Tomlin looked at Hannah and even poked in her mind a bit. She wasn’t putting on any type of show. Somewhere along the line he had triggered the part of the blonde that still had a little hope for herself, a little pride. Hell, she had wanted servants, but took it in stride when she didn’t get them. She was suspicious and crude, and still held well-deserved resentment toward him, but she was in danger of becoming a person he might someday learn to like.
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity for him. He closed a real estate deal in record time, and even got the family that had been living in their new dream home to hire professional movers and clean their house out in a day. Yes, he had pushed them with his mind, but he had also overpaid them for the house and got the real estate agent to find them a place that suited their needs just as well. He kept himself so busy that for the first time in their relationship, Angela was the one who was getting frustrated sexually. He was never home, and didn’t bother to sleep or even go to bed for three days. Part of it was being busy. Part of it was that he was planning something big for her.
Finally, on moving day, Angela got to see her new house. It was every bit as glorious as Tomlin had described, but what really got Angela excited were the new next-door neighbors who were waiting to greet them. Javier and Meg Santos stood on the front porch with their children, Carlos, Pilar and Sierra.
While Angela squealed and danced about with Sierra and little Pilar, Hannah actually blushed as Meg introduced her to seventeen-year-old Carlos, the best high school soccer player in the city. Tomlin was amazed to see that the blonde was almost shy as the tall boy chatted her up. And Carlos was rather obviously taken with the busty little blonde displaying the rather demure manner and the incredibly enticing bottom.
“I got the day off from the hospital and Javier left one of his vice-presidents in charge at the office,” Meg announced. “The kids and I will help you get moved in and Javier already has our grill set up on the veranda. You ain’t had Tex-Mex until you had it made by a Mexican man who grew up in Texas!”
“How can I help you, Hannah?” Carlos asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Well, I don’t have much to unpack, but I’m kind of picky about how I like a room set up. Feeling up to moving a bed around?”
“Hold it, you two,” Tomlin said in his best paternal voice. “No one’s making any beds move around!”
“What? I didn’t mean it that way! God, Daddy!” Hannah said and again blushed bright red. Tomlin hadn’t forgotten to re-establish the rules for Hannah around other people. She played the fifteen-year-old stepdaughter perfectly.
“Take Pilar with you,” Tomlin said. “She’ll supervise.”
Hannah shook her head in disbelief, but held her hand out to the eight-year-old girl. “Nobody ever had a prettier boss, Pilar,” she said and led the girl into the house.
“Si, you’re with me!” Angela declared and the girls ran into the house hand-in-hand.
“I’ll set up the kitchen if you don’t mind, Tom,” Meg said. “I have an eye for making things efficient.” She disappeared into the house.
“She’s quite a gal, Javier,” Tomlin said.
“You have no idea!” he replied and then looked around to make sure the kids were all out of earshot. “And she only gets better with time. Before you moved here we were happily married and all, but we were so busy that things were just kind of losing their spark. But, boy, the last couple years… she’s found time for the things we used to enjoy when we were newlyweds, and even a few new tricks.”
Javier looked a little worried. “Sorry, I know you’re a widower and a single parent. Maybe I shouldn’t brag about that.”
“It’s okay, my friend. I’ve managed to have a private life. It’s just been pretty private, my Angel being so young and all. But I’m doing okay.”
“Well, then… fantastic!” he said and headed out back to do his magic on the grill.
After a delicious dinner, the Santos family headed home, except for Sierra. Angela insisted the raven-haired beauty stay over to make the first night in the new house “special.”
Tomlin had given Hannah the room at the back of the first floor. He stopped in to see her before he headed upstairs by the other rooms. “I notice I’m a long way from everyone else,” Hannah said as he stood in the doorway.
“I stopped by to see if that was okay; if you don’t like it, I can give you one of the upstairs rooms. There’s two more empty bedrooms up there, plus the spare guest room down here.”
“This is a nice room, but why did you put me down here?”
“Freedom for you,” he said matter-of-factly. She raised her eyebrows and waited for him to explain. “Look, I need to have some things go exactly my way to keep our anonymity and protect some family secrets. But I have no problem with you knowing as much as you want to about what’s going on in the house. The reason I gave you your own room was so that you could mostly live the way you wanted. I know I made a big deal about you and Carlos in front of his parents, but your door is two feet from the patio door onto the veranda, and the gate between the two yards is never locked. Basically, I’d like to know WHO is coming into my house for safety reasons. But WHEN your guests come and go is your call. Angel and I will try our best to respect the sanctity of your bedroom.”
“So, you’re not going to try and fuck me?” Hannah seemed both relieved and disappointed. She even pretended to be flattening the bedspread so that her round little bottom was on display.
Her bottom didn’t go unnoticed, but Tomlin’s resolve on the matter remained in place. “No, Hannah. You and I… well… it’s a bad idea. Angel has asked for some help in the bedroom. My physical abilities and cravings are way beyond what most guys experience. But you’re Angel’s sister, and it sounds like you’ve been a hell of a good one. Maybe we should just respect the one normal relationship in this house.”
“So, um, can you kind of help me get cute guys, then?”
“No. I mean I could, but I don’t think it’s going to be much of a challenge for you. Jesus, Hannah, you are one sexy little bitch.” He didn’t think she’d mind the frank description, and she didn’t. He’d learned that she liked things open and forthright. “You can get any high school boy you want. If you really want me to, I can help you make sure that a boy really cares about you and things like that. I will protect you that way.”
Hannah thought it over. “Maybe sometime, if things seem like they’re getting serious that would be okay. I don’t know how well I could handle getting my heart broken right now. Hey, can I tell you something?”
“Anything you want, Hannah.”
“I’ve never been on a real date before. I went home with a couple nice guys after parties and stuff, and I, well, you know. But no one has ever asked me out on a date. I was in that fucking mental hospital during what should have been my first couple years of high school. I haven’t even gone to a dance with a guy. Went home with a few, even one that came to the dance with somebody else.”
“Well, if you want me to, I can bring you up to speed on school pretty quickly and then get you into the high school wing at Our Lady. Saint Paul’s is their brother school. They have dances and mixers with Our Lady girls and the social network between the two is real tight. Plus, you already know their star soccer player.”
“He’s a City All-Star or whatever they call it in high school soccer these days.”
“Yeah, that’s it. All-City.” He looked at the pretty blonde, trying to figure her out. She still resented him; he knew that. But he couldn’t figure out if she was genuinely trying to find a way to relate to him or probing him for weaknesses. Maybe both. But he resisted the temptation to invade her mind to find out. “Stay safe and enjoy our new home,” he said, adding just a touch of command. He did need to make sure she didn’t run off on them and get herself raped.
“Hey!” she called after he had taken a few steps down the hall. She was leaning her upper body out the door and holding onto the frame. It was a damned sexy pose from her. He reckoned she knew that. “What’s your first name? Everybody calls you Tom or Tommy, but I don’t think you’re Tom Tomlin.”
Tomlin grimaced a little, but he gave in. He moved closer and spoke in a soft voice. “Aloysius,” he said. “I hated it as a kid.”
“Aloysius Tomlin? Alright, I’ll call you Al, then.”
“Okay. Al I am.” He left his sexy blonde conundrum to her own thoughts and headed upstairs.
He smiled before he opened the door. He could sense there were two girls in his room. It had been a while since he had been with two girls, but his abilities made it pretty easy to keep a whole handful of girls happy at the same time. When he entered, he saw his Angel wearing her nice conservative pajama set. She still looked hot as hell. She was holding hands with Sierra who was dressed in a flowing little virginal white nightie that stopped just below her bottom. Her long legs looked a little dark next to Angel’s creamy white skin. “Well, she asked,” Angel said and then kissed her best friend on the lips before turning to walk out of the room. “She wants it to be just you the first time. Come see me in a while if she doesn’t wear you out.”
Tomlin watched his amazing little lover head out of the room. She blew them both a kiss as she closed the door. “You can read my mind, right?” Sierra thought at him and waited for him to nod. Then she spoke aloud. “Angela told me you have some pretty amazing things you can do.”
“I’ve already read your mind a little bit before. But from now on, I’ll try to limit it until you give me permission.”
“Oh, go ahead,” she said softly. “I am so lost as to what to do. If you can help me by knowing what I need and what scares me, then I want you to do it. Besides, I want to know what it’s like for Angela.”
“Come here, Sierra,” he said as he walked over and sat on the end of the bed. “I think I know just the thing for you.”
She nervously crossed and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. She held out her hand. He laced his big steady fingers through her slender trembling ones. She was incredibly warm. “I’ve always liked your hands, Mr. T. They’re big, like my papi’s and Carlos’s. Their hands have always been sweet and gentle with me. I guess I’m hoping that yours will be, too.”
Tomlin leaned in and kissed her. She gently pressed her lips to his. They were fuller lips than Angela’s, and they were tender and warm. Tomlin kept things very sweet, and Sierra felt safe enough to open her mouth slightly and slip her tongue past his lips. She was still very timid with it. She had kissed a boy once or twice a year ago, but it had only been a couple brief pecks followed by her giggling and then nuzzling her forehead to the boy’s. This time, she knew that the kiss was the beginning of something more.
Tomlin leaned his head onto her forehead, knowing she was for some reason comfortable with that pose. Then he used his power not to dig into her mind, but to give her a glimpse into his. He let her see herself the way he saw her. He had taken to picturing her in the white dress and on the swing, just the way he had seen her in her dream. But he saw the twelve-year-old Sierra, not the eight-year-old one. When he envisioned her, the sun’s light was pouring in from behind her and it shone through the dress beneath the swing so that her legs were visible up to the middle of her thighs. “Mr. T, it’s okay,” the vision said. “Everything’s sweet here. I want it to be you. You make me feel safe and loved.”
Sierra sat back and stared at him in wonder. “Is that how you see me?”
“I look pretty like that to you?”
“Beautiful, little girl. I adore you.”
“Mr. T, that’s the way I want it to be. I was afraid that you were either just doing Angela a favor or that I was just…”
“A pretty little piece of ass?”
“Well, yeah. But you really have feelings for me!”
She kissed him again, and Tomlin read her body language as an invitation to take her down on the bed. She began to try and push thoughts at him. They came out as a jumbled mess, but he was able to sort through them after a few seconds. He knew what she wanted. The emotions she wanted to feel were exactly what he expected, but the way she imagined the actual act of losing her virginity was a little different. He scooped her off the bed and held her in his arms. For a long time, she just kissed him on the lips and on his neck and chest. She loved the feeling of his arms around her and the way she was hanging in the air. He slowly realized why in the dream where he had taken her in the funnel of light, they had never reclined to their backs.
He brought her to the wall and let her slip down from his arms and rest her back against it. He knelt before her and pulled down her lacy white panties. She gasped in anticipation but dug her fingers into his shoulder as she leaned on him for support. She was nearly as frightened as she was thrilled. As he lowered his face to her sex, he paused to inhale her scent. She shuddered at the thought of a male drinking in her sexual aroma so deeply. He let her see a pale mist of purity flowing into his body through his nose and spreading out inside of him, filling him with sweet ecstasy.
Sierra dropped to her knees and inhaled his scent, placing her nose at the base of his neck. She slowly tilted her head back as she allowed his scent to permeate her body. She imagined it as a warm orange light, the light of the dusk that settled in at the end of a perfect day. He gave her that light and let her feel its warmth as it spread throughout her slender body. She rose to her feet, emboldened and empowered by the sensation of his affection and desire for her given a tangible form. She spread her legs slightly, inviting his face back to her sex.
As his nose nuzzled gently against the soft black down that covered her pubis, he began to gently and tenderly explore her folds with his tongue. Her thoughts were more passionate than before, and for the moment more coherent. “Let me taste it,” she whispered into his mind. He linked to her senses and allowed her to taste what he tasted. She quivered with delight as she realized that to him she tasted like a light wine that danced on his tongue. “I never knew it would mean so much to you,” her mind said to him.
She linked into him so easily that it caught him slightly by surprise. She trusted him, adored him. She always felt better when he was around, and that was just in a casual day-to-day friendship between a girl and her besty’s kind and handsome father. Now, she wanted to be his intimate, and she dropped every barrier between them. Everything was sweet and tender for her, and this was a serious business for Sierra. She considered herself blessed that she would yield her virginity to a lover who could move her soul. She was of an age where there were girls at her school who had given up their innocence in fits of lust or simply in the desire for knowledge and found that their bodies had been touched but not their hearts. Sierra knew that this was more than a romp or an experiment.
That didn’t mean that she wasn’t experiencing cravings with her body. The man who kissed and tongued her soft folds aroused passions in her that went far deeper than her imagination had been able to delve. With his help, she could feel how every little nerve in her sex was designed to give her pleasure. Her tight, wet channel seemed to want to grasp his tongue and pull it deeper within. He moved it so deftly in and around her. Its narrow tip probed her and its wide, flat surface stroked her clit with a gentle fire. He flattened his tongue on it and moved it rapidly back and forth with light pressure. Sierra grasped in the air for a bit and then wrapped her slender fingers into his hair. Gentle sounds of pleasure rolled up from within her and escaped her mouth in gasps and sighs. He began working patiently and slowly, trying not to overwhelm her, but still she felt a mounting pressure beneath her belly. Muscles tensed and relaxed at unforeseen pleasures.
Tomlin could sense her impending climax, but he did nothing physically out of the ordinary to enhance it. He was afraid of sending her into a wild frenzy and somehow stealing some of the emotional weight she was attaching to the experience. He derived pleasure from driving women beyond where they had ever imagined possible, but he was finding that her innocent wonder at the simplest acts was immensely rewarding. He knew that there would be days when he made this girl howl and thrash about with maddening desire. Tomorrow was likely one of them. But for these first moments, his only use of his abilities would be mental. He would constantly keep his thoughts open to hers and let her know that a good lover was one who always bore the other in mind. And he would let her know that she was adored.
When she began to lose some physical control and grasp his hair tightly enough that it caused him slight pain, he let her know that he treasured that. It was more than okay for her to let her passion overwhelm her when she was with someone who cared deeply for her. He let her know that she was deliciously warm and wet “down there” and that it meant that she was ready for what was about to happen to her. Her soft moans of pleasure yielded to deeper grunts and a series of panting “aaaaah”’s. “Mr. T, I love you!” she cried loudly and then began to buck her hips into him, seeking for her final throe.
Her body doubled over and she ran her fingernails up the length of the satin pajama top he wore. She was not clawing, but she felt as if her fingers needed to do something. Four times she ran her nails up and down his back as she continued to experience her first orgasm at the hands of another. Then she rested all her weight against the wall and clutched to bring him into her arms.
Tomlin embraced the girl and kissed her neck and chest down to the top of her nighty. He reeled at the powerful wave of emotion that poured from the slender beauty. “Sierra, Angel is the love of my life, but know this: I love you, child. I love you more than any boy at school has ever loved you, more than any probably will for some time to come. I will do everything in my power to give you pleasure and to let you know how incredibly beautiful you are to me. When I hold you in my arms, know that you are loved.”
“I know it, Mr. T. I know it with my whole heart.” She leaned her head back on the wall and sighed with a deep sense of satisfaction. She began to undress him. Her fingers were certain and clever. She wanted to have this man, and she knew she was safe and loved with him. His shirt fell away in an instant and her kisses covered his chest. She was torn between the desire to linger in this moment and the desire to go further. She was nervous about what was to come. How could she not be? Angela had not withheld the fact that he was big, and that he would be stretching her past what she ever dared to dream she could take. But how much safer could a girl be than in the arms of a man who loved her and could feel every single sensation that passed through her body?
Her nerves drove her to move things along. She was here to take this man inside of her and know for the first time what it was like to be filled to her utmost. She was here to give her innocence to a man she loved and who loved her in return. And while it was still very serious business to her, she knew from her time with Angela that the notion of her “becoming a woman” afterwards was pure bunk. Angela was still a girl, still silly and happy and not overburdened with the weight of the world on her shoulders. When it was done, Sierra would still be a girl, just a girl who understood the agonies and ecstasies of making love. She pushed his pajama bottoms and his briefs to his knees and let him step out of them.
Tomlin didn’t need to have special abilities to know what was going through her mind when she saw him naked. She gasped when she saw the thing that was to fill her tightness. She looked him straight in the eyes and asked the question that many more experienced girls had been too shy to say aloud. “How big is that thing?”
“Nine inches,” he said honestly.
“Is that kind of a Changeling thing?”
“No, it’s always been pretty big. Honey, it’s not freakishly large, but for most of the girls I’ve been with it’s been the biggest they’ve had.”
“You mean there were some who had had lovers with bigger ones?”
“Where could I find those guys?” she asked and blushed and giggled at the same time. Serious business or not, Sierra still had her playful sense of humor. “Honestly, though, it’s really huge to me. But I thought it’d be scarier or meaner looking. It’s kind of beautiful.” She took the shaft in her hand and felt its warmth and its girth. He knew she didn’t want to take the time to fully explore giving him oral pleasure; she was in a hurry to get the really scary part over with. Still, her curiosity got the better of her. She knelt and ran her tongue up the length of the underside and took the big head into her warm mouth. She wiggled her tongue back and forth beneath the thin strip that seemed to tether the cap to the shaft. She thrilled at his reaction to that. “I totally want to do that,” she said as she rose to her feet, “next time.”
Tomlin knew exactly what she was saying. “I can dull the pain, but Angel tells me she is happy that I didn’t for her. Your choice.”
“Normal,” she said softly.
“I’ll feel everything you experience. If anything is wrong, I’ll know and stop right away.”
She nodded and kissed him. He sensed a need from her. “Sierra, I love you. I will always treasure this night.”
“I love you, too, Mr. T. Make love to me.” Tomlin still preferred the general notion of girls that were a little older, but he had found that a few girls this age were sometimes more ready than some of their older counterparts. He was certain that Sierra was ready.
He pressed himself into her eager arms and kissed her as she braced herself against the wall. Tomlin had definitely known women who loved to be taken against the wall; Angel loved it, too. But he had never experienced one who had imagined yielding her virginity in that fashion. The image came, as so many virgin’s images do, from her first experience with erotic movies. It was a softcore romantic piece and the couple on the wall had seemed to love and trust one another so very much. He applauded her excellent taste in films. As her kisses grew ever more passionate and became tinged with a desperate longing, he positioned himself against her opening.
She was very wet and very willing, but the first push to get his head inside her was met by the gentle resistance of her tightness. There was a moment where time seemed suspended as her entrance held him in place. Then, there was a slight surge forward as he entered her. A flash of fear and a slight sting appeared in his mind, and he calmed her by stroking her hair and kissing her neck as he moved slightly back and forth to let her juices lubricate his cock. Every movement was met with mild resistance as her sex seemed to clutch at him. The head of his cock was squeezed tightly on all sides. He moved back and forth a little more, but was careful not to bump her barrier. His hands were holding her backside, so she decided to bring her legs up and wrap them around his hips. She loved the notion of him holding her body aloft.
He pinned her backside to the wall and pushed forward. The sharp sting of her hymen giving way seared into his brain, and she cried aloud. She did not cry for him to stop or wail in pain. “I’m okay! I’m okay!” she cried instead. He knew she meant it. Sierra’s mind told him that she had a tolerance for pain. Tomlin quickly saw the source of it. She had often played rough sports with her older brother and his friends. They took it easy on her, but she had still been frequently knocked around or accidentally elbowed or kicked. Her response to whatever the boys did was always, “I’m okay! I’m okay!” She didn’t want to cry, or they might decide she was too little to play the game. She was determined to let Tomlin know she wasn’t too little for this game either.
“You’re better than okay, Sierra. You are amazing!” he said as he felt her hot tight, grasping channel engulf the front half of his shaft. He pushed smoothly into her, his gift giving him a very clear picture of where he was within her. Here his experience combined with his gift as he was able to work his way deep, deep inside of her without banging around blindly. Soon, he had stretched out the depths of her until she could take all of him inside. He was good at this, but it still brought pain with it.
Sierra silently shed a few tears onto the front of his shoulder as she willed herself to keep from crying out loud. But her tough little mind soon shunted the pain aside and Tomlin sensed a flood of wonder take over her thoughts.
This was not what she expected it would feel like. She had expected to find his cock a welcome guest inside her, but instead found it to be a companion, a cherished friend she had never known she had. She imagined that her little pussy was hugging it, wrapping it in a loving embrace. Tomlin gave the thought a tangible sensation. Sierra actually felt her channel folding around his shaft. She imagined the orange light again, and saw it spread to her every extremity.
Colors were important to Sierra. It was no accident that she still wore the white nighty. She vividly remembered the dream of a cyclone of white light surrounding them. The gown represented that. But with Tomlin there, it became something more than a symbol. The light appeared before her eyes and shrouded them. But now, actually within the funnel, she could look down and see their intimate parts locked together. Tomlin maintained the visions but did nothing more than that. Her physical pleasure was kicking in as his cock slowly filled and emptied her. Her legs locked ever tighter around him as the sheer mass of him completed her and then completed her again and again.
Tomlin’s pleasure mounted now. He had no more worries about her safety. Her body had accepted him. She was unharmed and the pain was only background noise to the symphony of pleasures they felt. He began to unleash his hips. There was nothing beyond extreme passion going on there. His high speed tricks belonged to another time. Now, he gave her what she craved. He told her that he loved her and took her hard to the wall. Sierra cried out in ecstasy, and her tight snatch squeezed and fondled him even as the pace became faster and faster. “Yes! Hard!” she cried.
Tomlin realized that his new little lover was tough physically as well as mentally. This was a rough sport that gave her more pleasure the rougher it got. She was no pain freak, but she simply didn’t seem much bothered by it. She didn’t want to be taken roughly as a form of debasement or masochism; she wanted it because it felt so damned good to her. As she felt Tomlin’s thrill at being able to drive her so hard and still bring her increasing levels of pleasure, she desired it even more. “Still good?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Go as hard as you want. It’s so damned good!”
“I love you, Sierra!”
“I love you! I love this! I love the whole fucking world!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “So damned good!”
Tomlin loved to give girls pleasure, and the rebound of Sierra’s pleasure was staggering to his consciousness. He had only skimmed the surface of her mind before they had become intimates, but even had he gone deeper, he wouldn’t have found how extreme her reaction would be. Sierra didn’t know that all this passion for plain old hard sex would be there. “Gonna cum!” he whispered frantically.
He continued to drive hard, fast and deep into the slender girl in his arms. He marshaled himself just enough to let her get where she needed to be, hovering on the very edge. Then he drove deep and held himself there. His jets of semen blasted out of him so fast and hard that he thought the opening at the tip of his shaft might never be able to close again. His cock twitched deep within her, and as he had guessed, that triggered her orgasm. He filled her and she coaxed and drained every last bit out of him. Had he been an ordinary man, she would have left him too spent to continue. Had she not been such a tough little girl, she might have called a halt after such a vigorous session. But the two of them both knew that they weren’t done.
He held her in his arms as she unwrapped herself from him. She leaned into him; her body was glistening with sweat. The white material had become sheer and he could see her brown areolae through the fabric. Where the nighty had dropped back over her sex, it clung to the moisture there. One spot was tinted slightly pink from the blood left behind from her hymen. When she leaned back and they saw the condition of the garment, they both gasped in recognition of the moments in her dream when her white clothing had been stained with blood.
She pulled it off and let it fall. She smiled. She was in so many ways an innocent soul, but the virginal white garment was no longer a necessary symbol. She had parted with her virginity, and when she found herself still loved, still sweet, still a pure and gentle soul, she bid it farewell without regret.
“Ready?” Tomlin asked.
“I want to try something else, but I love it here on the wall. Any ideas?”
“About three thousand,” he said with a grin. He gently turned her and pressed her chest to the wall. Then, he spun her back and kissed her breasts a few times. He loved the puffiness of them and the slightly raised nipple on each. Satisfied that her breasts had been given the respect that they deserved, he turned her to face the wall again and positioned himself at her entrance.
He slid in much more easily this time, but he was still stretching her a great deal. He dropped a hand to her sex and decided that she could tolerate a little something special. He passed his hand over her clit at a ridiculous speed, and she groaned and slammed the side of her little fist into the wall several times. He began to pump into her from beneath her taut little backside. Sierra turned her head to the side and found that she could no longer give voice to her pleasure. Her ecstasy was taking the very wind from her lungs.
There were no complex images in her mind this time. All she could picture was that big beautiful cock slamming into her over and over again. Her only thoughts were that she couldn’t take this for very long, and that she hoped it lasted forever. Two more times she came as his fingers drove her to distraction while his cock filled her again and again. “Fuck me,” she was finally able to whisper as she reached a hand back and squeezed his haunches. “Just make me feel good.”
“You are so beautiful, Sierra. Body and soul, beautiful. You deserve to feel good.” He removed the hand from her sex and fondled her breasts as best he could with the back of his hand squeezed between her torso and the wall. He didn’t hold back. He knew she couldn’t keep this up for long. He let her tight pussy work him as his cock drove up into her. She still had every muscle inside her body working on finding and giving pleasure, but she was near her end. “I adore you!” he cried as he sent another mad rush of semen into her little snatch. He leaned heavily on the wall with his forearm and buried his head at the base of her neck until he had emptied himself completely.
When he stepped back she slumped into his arms and he caught her and picked her up. He carried her to the tub and spent a long time giving her a gentle bath, tending to her tired little body and lavishing her with kisses. She was in a dreamlike state, smiling and at times firing off questions or little statements that didn’t really string together like a conversation. “Am I in heaven?” “Do you love me?” “Was I a pretty little piece of ass?” “Did I really say the F-word?” “Nine inches. That’s a lot.” “Did you know that a heart can dance? Mine is dancing. My heart is dancing because I loved you, and because you loved me right back.”
“God, that’s beautiful,” Tomlin said.
“You made me feel beautiful. It’s spilling over.”
“Hey, two sentences in a row on the same topic?”
“I’m back now,” she said. “With you reality is as good as the dream. Even better. Although, I think my dreams are a little more rooted in the possibilities now.”
“I think it’s time you gave those dreams a try. You’re pretty tired, little girl.”
“But you aren’t.”
“No. I don’t get tired very easily.”
“Time to go see, Anj?”
“Not for a while. I really want to hold you until you fall asleep in my arms.”
“You do everything right, Mr. T.”
“Don’t you think you should call me something besides Mr. T?”
“Nope. I fell in love with Mr. T, and I’m going to love Mr. T forever.” Tomlin laughed a little at that. “What?”
“There was this tough guy actor, famous before I was even born. He billed himself as Mr. T. I just got this weird vision of you in love with this muscle-man with a Mohawk and tons of gold chains.”
“Was he a black guy?”
“I think I saw him in an old, old boxing vid. He was the bad guy. My dad always makes us watch stuff like that. ‘This one is an absolute classic,’ he’ll say.” She rubbed Tomlin’s arm. “He was kind of sexy in a crazy way; I do like rough sports and games and the guys who play them. But I like my Mr. T way better.”
He lifted her from the tub and dried her off. She would have been fine on her own, but he loved to baby her. And while she wouldn’t have tolerated it from anyone else, she kind of loved it from him. He snuggled into bed with her and held her until she fell asleep. He kissed her brow and wrapped her in the covers.
Tomlin went to visit his little redheaded lover in the bedroom she kept for the sake of appearances when they had guests about the place. Their encounter was as gentle as they had ever had. Both of them were filled with love for one another and for her best friend.
In the morning, Sierra found herself wrapped in a pair of loving arms. She lifted her head and turned to see that they were Angela’s. Across the tiny form of her best friend, she saw the smiling face of her lover. She smiled back and jerked her head toward the door. They left Angela to her much-needed rest and headed to one of the spare bedrooms.
Tomlin sensed the thoughts Sierra left wide open to him. Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around the events of the last ten hours. She knew that the things she had done with Tomlin would shape her for the rest of her life. She had become a new girl; she was lustier certainly, but she was also more confident and sure of whom she was. Her sexual desires were considerably more potent than she had expected, but in the end that had only resulted in her getting and giving more pleasure. But her heart was also more powerful than she had imagined as well. She loved Tomlin more deeply than ever before, for obvious reasons. And her bond with Angela was tighter than it had ever been.
In the end, she realized that she was more loved and treasured than she had ever been before. “I’m okay,” she whispered to herself as she left the room with her new lover. “I’m okay.”
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