Sophia lay on her back in bed, absently wiggling to get into better position, staring up at her phone. She'd made her slut send her some sexy pics, and he was a real natural at it. Visible hard-on poking up at the ceiling, well-toned muscles as firm as marble, it all made him look like Apollo ready to get on his back and take it. She decided to send him a little compliment - it was important that he feel like he was a good boy for sending her pictures like this.

You're looking hot.

Can you send me one, too?

Ahhh, fuck. He was such a horny little slut. She let out a little laugh, putting down her phone so she could strip off her top - then she considered whether she should take off her underwear as well. He couldn't actually jerk off to her. Well, he could, but he wouldn't be able to come. Maybe he wanted her to tease him? Or maybe he was going to send her a text?

What did he like? Hmm. Well, he liked getting fucked, obviously, but he asked her for a blowjob first thing when she'd said she'd do something special for him. Maybe something teasing in that vein?

She held the phone up in the air, pressed her finger tentatively against her lips - then just let it in, after a moment's consideration, swallowing it. The salty taste was a little weird, but hell, he'd probably love it. She snapped the shot - her, in a white (he liked her in white) bra, a finger in her mouth, giving him her best bedroom eyes to tempt him. It was so hot, knowing he couldn't come without her permission, even if he wanted to. That he needed her to get off. Fuck. His trigger event must have been quite something, to turn him into such a perfect little slut.

She sent the picture to him, waiting for his response. It only took about thirty seconds.

Come over and suck my cock.

She smirked at that. Yeah, he was desperate for it. She was tempted to just do as he asked - it wasn't like she hated fellatio, and since she was his girlfriend and he couldn't come without her, obviously she needed to make him come - but she ultimately decided to tease him a little more. Maybe she was in a sadistic mood, or maybe it was just the inspired response that popped in her head:

I think your text got cut off, it's missing a word.

Please.

He didn't even miss a beat. He was really turning out great, wasn't he? Her lips turned into a frown at that thought. Was he turning out great? He'd become a total sex addict and willing to let her whore him out to whatever girl she felt like, which was great, and the point, and way better than any guy she'd been with before, but - there was the other side of that.

She'd had plenty of boyfriends, all of whom had been a thousand times more frigid than her obedient slut, but they had functioning self-preservation instincts. He... would just let anybody fuck him. The girl could be a criminal and it could be a public place, it wouldn't matter to him one lick. At least, he'd let any parahuman fuck him; she doubted he was running around fucking random girls, since he couldn't come with them. It was hard to really blame him, since she'd been the one to make him into such a slut, but she still didn't like it. He'd lost all the normal sense of danger that guys had. She had to walk him around at night to make sure that he didn't do something stupid and get himself raped.

She felt an absent stinging in her eyes and angrily wiped the beginnings of tears away, a snarl appearing on her face as she tried to get rid of those thoughts. She pulled back on her top, grabbed her shoes, and walked right through the window, her power making it easy and casual as if it hadn't been there at all. She made her way towards his house, a mix of jogging and half-leaping into her Breaker state when nobody was looking.

When she arrived at his house, though, she didn't just immediately hop up to his bedroom window to start the sucking and fucking. Instead, she hummed quietly, staring up at it as she thought things over. What was she supposed to do with him, really? She had him pretty well-trained in terms of obedience, but he was like a dog that would chase after cars and get itself run over. She couldn't always be there to act as his minder. Sexy a thought as it was to have a guy who you kept like a housepet, using him for sex and never letting him leave the house alone, it was mostly just a pain in the ass, especially given they didn't actually live together, so every time he wanted a late night meal she had to deliver it or accompany him.

She would keep doing that, though, even if it was inconvenient. She wasn't going to let some random E88 bitches rape her man. He was hers, and she wouldn't let anything bad happen to him. Beyond all the stuff that had already happened, obviously. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

She hopped and climbed up the side of his house, entering her Breaker state as she arrived in through the window. He hadn't noticed her yet, so she took the moment to admire his naked body (and he was still naked, doubtless in anticipation of her arrival), bare skin clean-shaven, blonde hair looking positively sexy. Even his cock kept bouncing around - sometimes it seemed like he was always hard. Every girl at school was jealous of her, half because her boyfriend was fucking hot, and half because she'd made him fucking hot. The thrill of power from knowing that without her, he'd still be a mousy brunette with a bit of pudge, while now he was pretty much a porn star... well, it certainly brought her a thrill.

She decided to surprise him. When his back was turned she materialized, tossed off her shirt and managed to wriggle her way out of her panties before he turned around to face her, that perfectly thick cock bouncing as he spun. She just gave him a smile, showing the top row of her teeth. "Lie down, slut, and enjoy yourself," she ordered.

He immediately obeyed, hopping onto the bed on his back, his cock pointing up at the ceiling. She got in between his legs and kissed the tip of his cock, enjoying the way he groaned and twisted his hips just subtly, half-trying to hide his pleasure, half-not-quite-giving-a-shit. He had such wonderful reactions, she mused, as she started to take his length into her mouth.

Sex with him was always great. She'd make sure he paid her back with a furious fuck once she was done sucking him off, but letting her jaw do a bit of work wasn't a problem. She smiled up at him with her eyes, and he let out a groan in response to the sight of her. Yeah, she could deal with all his problems, if it meant sex whenever she felt like with a guy this hot and obedient. She just had to keep training him until he figured out how to behave in a reasonable way with other women.

(She didn't want him to behave in a reasonable way with her, though. No guy she'd ever dated would have let her get away with half the things she did to him; she loved how completely fucked his head was when it was her who was benefiting.)

She popped her lips off, stroking his cock as she spoke up. "Whose obedient, personal, submissive little slut are you?" She asked, already knowing the answer, but enjoying hearing it almost as much as she enjoyed the actual sex itself.

His reply was immediate, given without hesitation or ambivalence. "Yours," he breathed.

She went right back to sucking his cock as a reward for his good behavior.