//It feels good to obey.

It all happens in an instant. We are talking with each other and standing together. There is nothing in the conversation that gives you a clue what is about to happen, but if you were paying attention you would see the shift in my eyes.

Suddenly, my posture changes. I move closer to you. My body looms over yours, and you try to back up to maintain that socially acceptable space between two people having a conversation, but it doesn’t change anything. I keep closing the gap and walking you backwards.

In that moment, you still do not recognize what is about to happen. You bring your arms up thinking that I was getting closer for a hug and that’s when I raise my hand up and place it on the center of your chest. It feels firm and unyielding as it pushes you against the wall you didn’t realize was right behind you.

Your arms stop where they are, halfway up towards a hug, and they just hover weakly in the air like they are unsure of what they should do. With another push from my hand, pressing you into the wall you whimper and they drop down uselessly to your sides. My body is so close to yours, invading your space and holding you hostage against that wall. You cannot retreat, you cannot escape.

I hold you there as your breathing becomes shallow, nervous and excited. My scent fills your nostrils and makes your head swim. You finally look up to my face with a confused expression. This sudden change has knocked your whole world out of balance. In my eyes you can see that familiar smug arrogance mixed with a new look. It’s like an undercurrent of malice running below the surface that could be dangerous if uncontrolled. Most of all though, when you look at my expression you see purpose in my eyes.

You know what I want you to do, and suddenly you feel that you don’t just want it too, you need it. I don’t have to say anything. It will happen automatically, and you would be helpless to stop it even if you tried.

Our eyes are locked together and you realize that I could hold you in place with just a look. Staring into my eyes you feel your eyelids begin to flutter. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head. Your mind is racing, desperate for something to grab onto, but stuck in a loop of telling yourself how hot this is.

I let your mind flail and twist on it’s own, knowing it is descending into that place where you are unable to think for yourself. As my hand slides from your chest and up around your neck, you know that I want you to drop and with another whimper you do.

For the first time since I started this you hear my voice telling you to open your eyes. They are blank, but there is still a neediness in them as they look back into mine. I’m toying with you now. A distant part of you can hear me telling you that the longer you look into my eyes the deeper you let me into your mind. It feels like an unstoppable force is traveling from my eyes and through yours and into your brain. You feel those tendrils of control working their way into every crevice and trapping every thought.

Your lips quiver and the only thing you find yourself capable of saying is “please”. You don’t know what you are asking for, but it feels right to beg. Your body feels like it’s being held up by the hand around your throat and if I let go it would just crumple to the floor. My other hand slides down between your legs and you feel them spread on their own for me. Your knees are weak as my hand begins to touch you.

You are used to me teasing you and drawing out your pleasure for my amusement, but there is nothing coy about the way my fingers move now. I am going to make you cum and it is going to happen fast. You can feel my fingers working and your hips squirming as best they can with your body trapped against the wall. Your breathing becomes more erratic and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

You can hear my voice telling you that it will happen. Telling you that you are helpless to stop it and that it will overwhelm you. Telling you that I made this pleasure and you will give me your orgasm.

Your eyes still locked on mine and unable to close, you feel your breath catch and hold itself for several seconds as it happens. Your body starts to convulse against the wall and against my hands that still trap you there. A moan escapes from deep inside of you. Like waves crashing over your body it keeps going and going feeling better and better.

As you finally start to come down from the intense pleasure you see a smile forming on my face. My voice is telling you how well you have done and that it’s time to come back up. You can feel your thoughts returning as my hands move from where they had held your body to support your weight as I draw you away from the wall because your legs are still shaking.

I ask you if you enjoyed that and my smile gets even broader as you respond with a string of expletives because forming sentences is still too much work.

Something Wicked, this way, comes.