Angrily

"What?!? I said I wouldn't do it! You agreed! How could you do this to me?" Margot screams. You two proceed to argue the merits and demerits of your actions, with you insisting that it would be a good thing and she would be in total control. You even offer to let her have all the money from the auction.

In the end, Margot slaps you in the face and storms upstairs to your bedroom. Feeling your burning cheek, you follow, but she slams the door and locks it from the inside. Of course, you could have easily used your powers to get in or even influence Margot's thinking on the matter, but you decide to leave her alone to cool off and see how she feels in the morning. Despite her displeasure at you, you've grown to like her a lot and value her individuality and you don't want to mess with her head. So, after a quick snack, you go back to the den and fall asleep on the couch.

When you wake up, your first thought is that you might have made a mistake. What if Margot had left and you can't find her? However, your concerns are immediately lifted when you open your eyes to see Margot sitting on the couch in front of you. Her ass is pushing back against your abdomen and she's on the laptop.

"What time is it?" you ask sleepily.

"Almost noon."

You sit up with a jolt. "Oh shit. I didn't mean to sleep that long. How's the... bidding?" you ask. Margot doesn't say anything and you perch your head over her shoulder, looking at the screen on her lap and smelling her hair at the same time. It's five minutes to noon, and the latest bid is $3.4 million. "Woah."

"Yeah, woah. They better not want some crazy shit," Margot remarks.

"So... you'll do it?"

"... yeah. I'm sorry I hit you." Margot turns to you and touches the spot on your face where she hit you. The red mark is not longer there, but it's nice to feel her tender caress. She then kisses you. You've kissed her multiple times before, but this feels different. It feels personal as you open your mouth slightly and let her take the initiative. Of course, your hands can't help but find their way to her waist and slowly move up the inside of her shirt, until the top of your hands graze the bottoms of her breasts. Margot breaks the kiss the pulls back. You thought maybe you had done something wrong, but she's smiling. "Save it for the video, tiger."

You nod and motion at the laptop. Noon has arrived and you two look at the final, winning bid. It's $4.1 million. Margot squeals in delight and promptly emails the winner for their request. If only they knew Margot herself was writing to them.

"Any guesses?" Margot asks you.

"I bet it's a Harley Quinn fantasy."

"And you'd be the Joker?"

"If I got to pick? No, I'd be Batman. No, I'd be Robin. No, Alfred! I'd be the butler."

You two keep joking and laughing about what fantasy the winner is going to have, and you get your answer in ten minutes, when the winner emails back. Margot reads it out to you:

"I want Margot to be at home, dressed casually to go out. I'm the stalker with a gun and some rope, creeping around her house and sneaking in. Then, I find her and I threaten her with the gun, before we head to her bedroom and I tied her to the bed by all four limbs and gag her, still fully clothed. After that, I find a pair of scissors and cut off her clothes little by little, until she's finally naked. Then, I pull up a chair and sit at the foot of the bed and watch her lying on the bed, struggling for an hour. By the end of the hour, she's tired and crying and sweating from the struggle, and that's when I climb on the bed and fuck her, leaving her a gift of our time together inside her."

"Woah. That's something."

"Yeah... At least it's not too ****."

"It's not?"

Margot smiles. "Go get the stuff, I'm going to get ready and prettied up and wait for you in the living room. Climb in through the window or something, and we'll start the scene."

"So I should talk in this one?" you ask.

"Yeah, but change your voice a little."

"Okay..." You leave Margot to get prepared and you use your teleportation powers to go get the supplies needed for the video.