Play with your food first

There was a lot of sex with hopelessly devoted women in my future. That much looked inevitable. How many more opportunities would I have with a woman like this, though? You can't **** a sex doll. My darkest fantasies had come true in this room. And afterwards I could make her thank me for it, and she would absolutely mean it.

I didn't know if my grin was half as predatory as Sophia's, but I liked to think that I gave it my best. "Sophia, can you lock the door from the outside?"

It didn't look like Sophia caught onto my meaning right away, but she dutifully answered. "I believe so, sir." No talk back, no questioning. It was intoxicating power.

"I want you to prepare the rest of the building as necessary for my arrival. You will lock the door when you exit, and provide 'Nessa' and me with some privacy."

Now understanding my intentions, the leering older woman licked her lips. "Of course, anything for you sir."

"What is this?" Nessa wailed. Horror looked good on her youthful features. "Don't abandon me to him, Tia, please!"

"Shh, stupid girl!" her aunt remonstrated her. "You should be grateful to enjoy his countenance. I hope that by the time I return you will be properly educated and perhaps we shall have the honor of worshiping him together!"

"What? Eww, Sophia this is wrong!"

Ignoring the girl's pleas, the topless older woman walked up to me and knelt to kiss my hand. "Thy will be done, sir. I will prepare the way for your coming."

"Well done, Sophia," I said. A visible shiver of pleasure shook her. She smiled at me as she arose and made her way out of the room. I heard a strong click as the door locked. "Now then," I turned to the scared girl. "Let's see what we're working with here. Take your top off."

Fear turned to loathing in Nessa's eyes as my intentions towards her became undeniable. "Fuck you," she spat. "I'd rather die."

"Some might say that being claimed is dying," I told her. "After all, look what it did to your aunt." Her eyes widened as my words sank in. "Is that what you want, Nessa? To become my devoted servant like her?" I took a step forward and began to lift my arm. She visibly flinched and stepped back. Mmm, persuasion might work after all.

"N-n-no," she stammered, "but you're going to do that to me anyway."

What a level-headed young woman. "I'll let you go if you play along for a bit."

"Why would you do that?" she asked, some amount of confidence creeping back into her eyes and voice.

"Because I'm a man of my word. After all, it's not like I will be hard up for company once your aunt is finished."

At the reminder of her aunt's fate, Nessa flinched again.

"Well, what do you say?"