Matilda was vibrating with tension, feeling the eyes of her caregiver upon her. Her own eyes were firmly closed, even as pictures started to form in her mind. She imagined Jenny, in the corner, exactly as she is now. Imagined her eyes, dark with lust, as Matilda smiles coyly at her. In her mind, Jenny takes the invitation she is given. She slips from her chair and stalks over to the bed, graceful as ever. Her eyes shine with love, warm and brown and searching. Whatever it is she finds, it pushes her to slide onto the bed. Straddle Matilda.
Matilda's breathing picked up, along with the pressure behind her eyes. Her legs fell open slightly, and Jenny's eyes widened from where she sat on a chair in the corner. Matilda's mouth parted. Jenny felt her cheeks heat and averted her eyes in favour of checking the room once again.
Matilda was more aware than ever of Jenny's presence in the room, even as she imagined dream-Jenny settling across her thighs. Her face burned brighter as she recalled Jenny cupping her chin yesterday, dream-Jenny mirroring the movement, only to press her lips against Matilda's.
Jenny watched as Matilda's brow furrowed, clearly fighting her powers.
"Matilda, darling, just relax," she said gently. "You're doing great, sweetheart."
Matilda burned hotter at the praise, toes curling inside her socks. Now, dream-Jenny was rolling her hips against her. It took everything in Matilda not to moan.
"You're doing great," dream-Jenny echoes, slipping a hand beneath Matilda's shirt and stroking at the skin of her stomach.
Matilda's eyes flew open, fixating on the card pack they'd left in clear view for this exact reason. Without so much as a warning to Jennifer, the cards went flying out of their case in all directions as Matilda panted.
Jenny gaped at the scene before her, heart racing at Matilda's disheveled appearance. She took in Matilda's heaving chest, her wild hair and flushed cheeks, and unconsciously clenched her thighs together. Slowly, the cards came to a standstill in the air as Matilda regained control of herself. Embarrassed, she slunk off the bed and slipped out the door, pausing only to say:
"I don't think that worked."
Jenny was distracted for the rest of the day. Images flickered in her mind, of Matilda's parted mouth, her tightly curled toes and slightly spread legs. Something stirred low in her stomach, and Jenny clenched her fists. Matilda was eighteen, barely an adult, and above that, Jenny's daughter. Maybe realistically they were more like friends, but legally she'd been Matilda's caregiver for twelve years.
What kind of twisted mother did it make her that she hadn't felt uncomfortable in that room. That she'd felt…
Jenny shook herself fiercely. She absolutely did not feel any kind of attraction to Matilda, and never would. (And if she did, well, no one would ever know so it would almost be like she didn't.)
When Jenny went to find Matilda later, she was convinced that she'd just gotten caught up in the atmosphere of the moment. So, next time, she'd have better control of herself. Because there was going to be a next time, because she had a plan.
"Matilda?" Jenny called, finding her sprawled out on the couch, nose-deep in a book. "I know you think the experiment didn't work, but thinking back, I think I have an idea."
Matilda lifted her head to meet Jenny's gaze. "I'm listening," she mumbled.
"Well, if I recall correctly, things only went south after you opened your eyes." Jenny began. "So, I was thinking that if you need to see to use your powers, maybe if you're blindfolded, it won't work."
Matilda's face, which had been lit with dawning hope, fell instantly. "It won't work. When the pressure behind my eyes gets too much, I essentially lose all will to fight it. I'd just tear the blindfold off."
Jenny steeled herself for her next comment. "That's why I'm going to tie them down."
For the second time in as many days, Matilda found herself utterly speechless at Jenny's suggestion. Eventually, finding her tongue, she sputtered:
"Let me get this right. You want to tie my hands to my bed. You want to blindfold me. And you want to have me fantasise about…"
Jenny's cheeks turned red, but she nodded resolutely. She was going to help Matilda if it was the last thing she did.
"It'll only be a small step forward, if it works. The idea is that maybe you can build up your tolerance against this 'pressure' you keep talking about. If you can, maybe we can get to the point where you can withstand it even with your eyes open."
Matilda was having trouble finding fault with Jenny's plan. Except for the very major issue of her attraction to the woman, she came up blank. Resigning herself to an embarrassing fate, she could only nod.
They planned to do it the next evening. It would give them both time to steel themselves for what lay ahead. Matilda could only imagine how mortifying it would be to fantasise about the woman of her dreams in the company of said woman. Jenny was firmly refusing to imagine how she might react to Matilda's movements a second time around. But as far as they were each concerned, it would simply be a vaguely uncomfortable experience for both parties.
So, the next night found Matilda in her bedroom, fingering the scarves Jenny had bought for… the occasion. One for each wrist, and a third for her eyes. Realising suddenly that she'd be tied down for a while, Matilda headed for the bathroom. As she pushed open the unlocked door, it took her a moment to register that the room was occupied. By one, very beautiful, very naked, Jennifer Honey.
A strangled sound left Matilda's mouth as her eyes roamed over the expanse of skin. The toothbrushes skyrocketed to slam against the ceiling. Jenny's mouth fell open. Matilda ran.