Jack has a few words for Roberta

“Ha, look who it is, the witless wonder.”

Roberta’s lips curled in a snide expression of arrogance. She sat at the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand and looked every bit the hungry predator she was while Sharon merely sunk in her seat, looking too timid and uncomfortable to get involved.

Jack glanced at both of them wordlessly, galvanised by Sharon’s defeat and indifferent to the barbs Roberta was throwing his way.

“You see this?” Roberta told her sister, “this is a typical example of male idiocy. He’s just standing there, trying to rub his two brain cells together to come up with some kind of response,” she gave him a smug grin, “save yourself the effort.”

Jack walked over to his sister-in-law, placed his hand on her shoulder, and bent low to whisper in her ear.

“You know what I think Roberta?” His warm breath tickled at her ear, “I think all of this is you wanting to get my attention. I think you want me to fuck you straight.”

The air around them seemed to thicken and condense as Jack pushed his power into Roberta. He felt every molecule of his being pulsing with effort as he sent a tsunami of arousal into the woman.

The effect was instantaneous.

Her pupils began to dilate. Her skin began to moisten and grow warm to the touch. Her breasts, hidden underneath her masculine business suit, began to heave as her breathing grew deep. Drool began to form at the corner of her mouth as she looked up at him with an expression that was a nightmarish merging of awe and absolute fear.

Jack could feel it on some instinctual level that his powers were drilling deep through this woman’s normal mindset. It was straining him to do so, but he persisted and almost physically pushed as much lust as he could into her mind. Perhaps this would cause some kind of long term damage to her psyche, but in that moment he didn’t care. Decades of verbal abuse were being avenged in this one act of psychic dominance.

“Jack…” a voice called, “JACK!”

He suddenly snapped back to awareness and saw Sharon standing before him, hands clenched at her sides.

“I don’t know what you said to her, but leave my sister alone.” She glanced down at Roberta’s distressed state and then back at him. “Just…go away, will you?”

He came back to himself and removed his hand from Roberta’s shoulder. The woman practically slumped over once it was gone, gasping for breath and looking red faced.

Shame flooded through him. Idiot. Of course he had gone too far, he might well have fried Roberta’s brain and no matter how much he might have made Sharon lust for him, she wasn’t about to put aside her concern for her sister.

“I’m…sorry…” the words failed him, so instead he turned on his feet and hurried back to his study.

After he made his exit Sharon went over to her sister’s side, checking her over. “Are you ok, Sis? What happened? What did he say to you?”

Roberta didn’t seem to register, merely blinked a few times as her whole body trembled. After several heartbeats she looked up and said, “I…uh…I need to go home. Need to…think…”

She gathered her things and practically ran out the front door to her car. Sharon couldn’t make sense of any of it, but when she went back to the kitchen she saw something that made her pause.

Roberta’s chair was completely soaked.