Meeting Paige

Paige has let you know, as per your instructions to her, exactly which plane she has gotten on and you are able to track it online, literally counting down the minutes until she gets to you. Her messages to you are always very short and to the point, saying no more than they need to. You haven't been able to get much of a read on her personality yet, which is probably entirely intentional on her part, and also completely understandable. To her, you are no more than a mysterious stranger who is somehow controlling her. You can hardly blame Paige for playing her cards as close to her chest as she possibly can.

From her messages you are made aware she is in the UK not long after 7pm and in an Uber just minutes away from your home around an hour and a half later. You are starting to get nervous now, palms sweaty, breath short. That shouldn't be the case, you hold literally all the power here. But hot women have always been your Kryptonite, and this might just be the hottest one you have ever come across.

At around 8.45pm your doorbell rings. She is here. You check your hair in the mirror quickly and take a deep breath as you walk to your door and open it.

Holy fuck she is beautiful. You have to remind yourself that you are the one in control, that you could make her be totally in awe of you like a shy schoolgirl if you wanted to, just by saying so. But that thought doesn't stop you from going weak at the knees.

"Paige, come in" you tell her.

She still hasn't said anything. She perches herself on your couch, her facial expression as neutral and inscrutable as it could be.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No thank you" she answers, her southern American accent reminding you instantly just how far you have made her come for this "I need to know more about this curse. How are you doing this?"

You sit opposite her, trying to find a way to explain this in a way that doesn't sound like you are ruthlessly exploiting her affliction for your own gratification. Which, of course, you totally are.

"The first thing I need to tell you is that now I have activated your curse, nobody but me can ever use it. Nobody else can control you. And I will never use it to cause you harm, which other people might not"

"That's so noble of you" she tells you in a voice laced with sarcasm. It is the first hint of her actual personality she has let you see.

"Yeah I know, I suck" you laugh nervously "But there can be a really positive side to this. Your curse was originally framed as a blessing, hundreds of years ago. When I say I can do anything to you, that can be good rather than bad, right? I see no reason why we can't enjoy exploring this together"

"You think you know me from my photos, but you don't" Paige tells you very bluntly, practically ignoring what you have just said "I come from a very strict Christian upbringing, and I am proud to say I am still a virgin"

You are temporarily stunned into silence. You actually wait a moment before saying anything in response, half expecting her to burst out laughing at your naivety in believing that. But she doesn't. She is deadly serious.

"Okay, well, I totally respect that..." you begin. This time she does laugh.

"But you are going to make me fuck you anyway, right? Basically **** me using a magic spell that might even fool me into thinking I wanted it?"

Now you really don't know what to say. You feel your face flushed bright red. Of course you want to fuck her, why else would you have chosen her over everyone else? How were you supposed to know she was a highly conservative Christian virgin? She certainly didn't present herself that way online. No matter how hot she is, your appetite for sex with Paige has suddenly diminished. But you have chosen her now, you can't choose again. And deep down you always knew what this was and where it was headed. You decide to at least get to know her better first. That make this all seem a bit less seedy.

"Paige, you are going to move in with me for now. We will spend time together, find out more about each other. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch. You won't have any visa issues, nobody will question your right to be in this country for as long as you need to be"

"Fine, you are cheaper than a hotel. Plus, obviously, I have ****" she tells you in what appears to be her usual blunt manner.

This hasn't gone how you expected at all. But what is important is that Paige is here, she is beautiful and she is all yours. You are sure that, with all the power at your disposal, you can make this work, and in a way that doesn't leave you feeling like a monster. It just might not be as simple and straightforward as you had thought.