"Hey, princess, can you come in here?"
A moment later she obligingly appeared, finding him sat at the dining table with a handful of his friends. They were smiling at her, which wasn't too weird- they were nice guys! But there was something in the way they were smiling that dostracted her. It was... expectant? She didn't dwell on it.
A flutter ran through her, top to bottom. She let out the breath she'd been holding and it almost sounded like a sigh. A happy sigh. Focus. Focus on the moment, on his words and nothing else. Focus on-
Then she remembered where she was, and that they weren't alone. Blushing furiously and obviously doing her best to maintain composure she, smile fixed, leaned in to hiss:
"Good girls don't think."
"-your- Good girls don't think."
The words had come out as a reflex, cutting across her own and her thoughts. It left her off-balance and she was there, still bent, now quiet, for a good few seconds. Then her thoughts came back.
She made to say something then stopped herself. He was smirking at her, waiting for her to speak so he could interrupt again. All the orher guys were still watching, clearly enjoying themselves. Her face was burning. She was wet. She shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was.
"I was just telling them all how good you are now," he said, when he figured she wasn't going to say anything. "How I helped you out. And maybe added some features."
"Features?" She asked, unable to stop herself. The word made her sound like a toy, with a list of things you could do on the box. Too late she realised this was exactly how he'd meant it.
It was automatic, again. His words bypassed anything else she might have had in her head and it happened. Not her choice, not in her control. She had maybe a second of blank, blissful mindlessness before she noticed. Thinking was getting harder, but it wasn't so hard yet she couldn't understand she'd just stuck her tongue out and crossed ber eyes in front of all of his friends.
They at least seemed very happy about it.
"That really works?" Asked one
"Really works. Every time. Took a bit, but now it's in there for good," he said, not bothering to hide his pride at what he'd done.
"You chan't-" she started to say, tongue still out, but he interrupted. Didn't even look at her.
She did. Hands moved on their own. Brain slowed as she groped and moaned, eyes fluttering. A string of drool stretched from the tip of her tongue. The guys all made appropriate sounds of appreciation.
"It's really great," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "Now I can basically just talk her down into a needy drooling mess whenever I want. Just a couple words. Don't even need to touch her. I mean, I usually so, but you know..."
Her tongue was still out. She was still groping herself. How could she not be? He hadn't said she could stop. Moaning, panting, drooling, she stood there for them all to see.
"Good girls don't think," he said again.
"Ghoodd ghirls dhhon't thhiinkkk..." she groaned as best she could with her tongue out, the words sending a visible shiver through her. Reaching over, he put a hand up under the hem of her dress and between her legs. She gasped.
"Go wait in the bedroom. Keep yourself ready. Good girls obey."
"Good girls obey..." she repeated, heading off to the bedroom in a happy, fuzzy daze. He watched her go, then turned back to the others.
"Well, I'm not doing everything in front of you," he said.
