When Claire woke up, she was naked under a sheet, lying on a soft bed. And in that moment, she was perfectly content. There were no questions pertaining to how she had gotten where she was and why she wasn't wearing clothes. She felt happy and complete.
She was in a large four-poster bed in a small room. The only thing in the room was the bed and a small lamp in the corner, but the luxuriousness of the thing made up for that. The curtains that were currently tied to each of the four posts on the corner were heavy purple velvet, and the sheets she was under were satin. The frame of the bed was made out of a sturdy black metal, and the mattress was full of feathers.
"Oh my god," she muttered the moment she remembered what happened. "Oh my god." Claire sat up, holding the blankets over her chest and looking around the room for her clothes.
Claire got up, taking the thinner sheet from the bottom and wrapping it around herself. She knew this room must be one of the ones in the back of Myrnin's laboratory; she smelled the familiar scent of old mildew and the floor was simple cement. The lab couldn't be far.
She went to the wooden door and turned the handle. Claire was in the hallway she'd walked down hundreds of times, but she had never thought to ask about this one particular room. She found her way to the main lab and—to her embarrassment—Myrnin was standing there, deep in thought and conducting an experiment as if nothing had happened.
"Claire, my beautiful assistant," he said, once he noticed her standing there. He set down his tools and smiled at her knowingly. His eyes went to the satin blanket around her and he frowned. "But why are you hiding yourself from me?"
Claire looked down as a blush turned her whole face red. She was too ashamed to even speak.
A genuinely concerned look was on Myrnin's face as he moved around the workbench and went to her, putting his hands on her arms and rubbing them affectionately. He then put his thumb and forefinger on her chin and brought her head up so she would meet his gaze.
His eyes were doing something strange to her again. She felt her insides melting and heat rush between her legs.
"Never hide from me, pet," he said.
Protest sparked in Claire and Myrnin must have seen that in her eyes, because he stopped her complaint with a kiss. It was the same powerful kiss he had used with her last night and she felt any objections die within her as his lips moved with hers. He was using compulsion.
"This isn't fair," she gasped into his mouth, faintly shoving against him.
"This kind of touch," he said, his words coming from his lips and moving past hers. "This kind of contact"—to emphasize his point, his hands snaked around the opening of the blanket and cupped her womanhood—"makes me better, Claire." He kissed her again.
The compulsion and her arousal were making her confused.
"Better?" she asked.
"I can think more clearly now," he said as he kissed her. "I feel my insanity fleeing from these kind of thoughts."
"I want to help you get rid of it." The compulsion was taking her over now.
"I want that, too." He pulled away, but his hands remained on her face to keep her eyes on his. A deep growl rumbled in the back of his throat when he asked, "Now may I have you?"
It worked. Claire was gone and she felt Myrnin's dark, lascivious thoughts encroaching upon her own. She was only a sex-crazed version of herself now. "Yes, I want you."
Myrnin smiled. He picked her up and took her to the room she had just left. He put her on the bed and climbed over her, unwrapping the sheet from her body as he settled himself on top of her.
"Never hide yourself from me," he said again as he gazed down at her uncovered form in awe. Myrnin slid two fingers into her with ease. "Already wet for me?" he chuckled.
Claire whined against him, silently begging him to take her.
"Tell me what you want, Claire."
"What?" she asked, barely able to speak.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it from your filthy lips. And I'm interested in hearing what the youth call it these days."
He pulled his hand away from her and looked into her eyes, forcing his will on her.
"I want you to make rough love to me," she panted. "I want you to fuck me hard and make me scream. Make me come over and over and take me as many different ways as you promised to take me last night." Claire reached behind his head and brought him close to whisper in his ear. "Bring me to tears, Myrnin."
He chuckled and shifted himself so now it was him whispering to her. "I thought you'd never ask."
This time, Myrnin didn't bother removing all of his clothes. Claire was already bare beneath him and he wasted no time. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down slightly, his erection springing free of his pants. In another second, he was thrusting into her and they both expressed their fulfillment in being a part of one another again in a masculine grunt or feminine mewl of pleasure.
Claire was no longer thinking of the violation of his will upon hers. She was becoming preoccupied by the incredible amount of physical enjoyment she was experiencing because of this man making love to her.
Myrnin pulled out suddenly and Claire cried out at the loss, but he flipped her over on her hands and knees and started stroking her opening with his penis.
"Say again how much you need me within you."
"Please," she begged, reduced to nothing. "Please just fuck me."
Myrnin took off his shirt and threw it to the side. "As you wish."
He put all he had into pushing himself as far as he could go into her dripping cunt and Claire's head filled with a fog of desire. She wanted nothing but to reach an orgasm, and she was sure that when she did, she would scream.
"You become such an unchaste individual while you're being fucked," Myrnin said harshly, his voice unsteady because of the effort he was putting into thrusting into her. "You're near. I can feel it."
He didn't continue, though. Myrnin removed himself from her and then took off his pants, tossing them somewhere in the room as well. "Now you must work for it." He laid Claire back down on the bed and moved next to her, his back against the headboard and his legs spread wide. "Come, sit on me."
Claire got up and crawled over to him. She licked the length of his shaft and then swirled her tongue around his tip. Myrnin's face contorted with uncontrolled lust and he forced himself to remain still while she worked her mouth against him for a minute. Before he could come, Claire started kissing his stomach and then his chest, running her hands against his hard muscles and then stroking him slowly down there as she made her way to his mouth.
"Beg me for it," she said to his lips, turning the situation around completely while her thumb ever so gently rubbed his tip. "Tell me what you want and then beg me for it."
He shot her a look, but reluctantly said, "I want your sopping palace on me, now. I want you riding me and I want your cunt pulsing around me when I come into you. I want you to take me in your mouth and—"
Claire covered his mouth with a kiss and both of them fought for dominance over one another. Myrnin's hand was kneading her breast while the other was between her legs, stroking her expertly. Claire's was busy rubbing his shaft while the other kept her supported against the headboard.
"Dash it all," Myrnin snarled, tossing her to the floor and then following right after. Claire cried out in surprise when he stood her up and pushed her torso against the wall, pulling her hips towards him. Myrnin began pumping into her with everything he had. "Your perfection and licentious words cause me to be extreme, my beauty." Claire was having trouble concentrating on what he was saying. "But I will fuck you the way I want, whenever I want, and wherever I want."
Claire's orgasm racked her body and her knees gave out, the only thing keeping her standing was Myrnin thrusting into her and his hands wrapped around her wrists that were pressed above her head. Tears slipped from her eyes from the intensity of the orgasm and she was panting heavily. Myrnin came then at the height of his thrust. He kept himself pushed into her so she would take his seed.
When he was done, Myrnin picked her up in his arms and set her down on the bed. He got in next to her and kissed her lips softly. Claire's mind was exhausted and she fell asleep to the feel of Myrnin's hands playing with her breasts.
