Noah's younger brother

A less attractive version of Noah stood at the door. His brown curls were similar to Noah's, just less kempt or clean. One curl stuck to his forehead. His facial hair sporadic and untrimmed. Liam, his 19 year old brother, frowned and stroked his chin as he looked down at her. "I am his brother. Why would it be weird that I'm here? He'll be back in a minute. Come in.." He made a small amount of space between him and the doorway so she could enter.

Still processing the terrible mistake and desperately clutching at her collar for some way out, she felt a twinge in her mind. His words almost echoed around her head, slowly and imperceptibly knocking things around. Despite consciously wanting to turn and run back to the elevator to regroup her thoughts, she found her consciousness overridden. She stepped into her boyfriend's living room. As soon as her control returned, she turned to walk out.

She made it one step before he spoke again. "Take a seat," he smirked.

She winced as, with another twinge, her body plopped down on the sofa at the unwitting command of the slimy shit. She wanted to run away, but there was no persuading her body. And worse still, her involuntarily movements were tapping into something deep in her cavewoman brain. Despite the person ordering her, the control of her body reluctantly turned her on, albeit only slightly. She fought the idea back down. She had to focus: she calculated that her only hope of getting out of this mess was to escape before he realised he had control. She reluctantly lowered her hand from clasping at her collar to avoid drawing any further attention to it.

Small talk didn't last very long. "What's with the collar?"

'Fuck.' She had to think quickly. She noticed her body wasn't compelled to reply. It wasn't an order. She could lie. "It's something I'm trying out... for fashion."

He didn't buy it. "Don't lie to me, you can tell me: is it a kinky thing?"

The thought of Noah's 19 year old brother saying the word 'kinky' disgusted her. She wished she were a better liar. This time, 'don't lie to me' was accompanied by the familiar twinge. Before she could craft an evasive reply, words erupted from her mouth involuntarily. "Yes and no. My kink is to be controlled, and the collar is magical - the first person I see after I put it on gets to control my mind and body." 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck,' she said in her head. Another wave of arousal washed over her as she forfeited control of her mouth yet again.

To her surprise, he looked disappointed for a second. "Bullshit.." He cheered up quickly. "But I'll play along. Since it's what you like."

She looked at the clock, willing Noah to get home faster so he can save her from his brother.

"Put your hands on your head."

Her hands moved themselves to her head and glued themselves in place. She tugged at them to remove them to no avail. She closed her eyes tightly in defeat. Her attempts to defy him were just becoming an inadvertent show for him.

"Wow, you really do like this."

'No, I don't.' Despite everything, her vulnerability did give her a twinge of arousal, small as it was compared to the stress of being at the mercy of Liam. "Yes, I do." She spoke without meaning to. 'FUCK!' She didn't want to give him any validation for his wretchedness. 'Don't lie to me,' still echoed around in her head.

"Play with your tits."

"N-n-n-no.." Her hands dropped from her head, blood rushing back to her forearms. They slid down to her front and squeezed her breasts through her top. "Please don't make me do this."

"I'm sitting over here! I am not making you do anything! You're doing it of your own volition!"

'No I'm not!' She argued in her head, not even bothering to vocalize her argument.

"You should have told me sooner. I've had a crush on you since the first day Noah brought you home. I never thought you were into me like this."

She gagged at the thought.

He looked offended. "Take your top off."

Sophia rolled her eyes. She knew where this was going. Accompanied by a twinge, her hands stopped kneading her breasts through her top, instead reaching down to her hem and pulling it up over her head unceremoniously.

He looked disappointed, but she hardly cared. "And your bra."

"Oh come on." She reached behind her back and unclasped it before slipping her shoulders out of it. She sat, clutching at her bra and tshirt with her breasts exposed to her boyfriend's brother. She felt disgusted at the way he looked at her.

His eyes were like dinner plates. Drool practically oozed from his mouth.

She folded her arms in front of her, snapping him out of his reverie.

He seemed frustrated. "I didn't say stop playing with them. Continue. And pinch your nipples hard whenever you act like a brat."

It was a good point, she thought. He didn't tell her to stop yet she was free for a second. Perhaps conflicting commands erased previous ones. Her hands dropped her clothes and returned to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them.

"You're turned on," he spoke uncertainly, like a question, but worded it like a command.

Sophia felt the twinge in her head, followed by a rushing sensation beneath her. It became true, despite everything about her situation. The arousal felt hollow, but real nonetheless.

"Play with your pussy, one hand."

"Bu--"

"Ssh!" He interrupted her.

Her mouth snapped shut at his command.

She didn't have time to say anything. The sound of a key in the lock drove fear into both of their hearts. Liam threw her t-shirt at her. "Put this on. Quickly!"