Victoria controls them and gets naughty

Victoria led them away from the main crowd, past a rocky outcropping that sheltered a small, secluded cove. The sand here was pristine, the sound of the crowd fading to a distant murmur, replaced by the rhythmic crash of waves against the rocks.

The second they were hidden from view, Victoria’s focus shifted. Her gaze, sharp and predatory, snapped from Ashley’s back to Tim. The psychic energy that had been controlling Ashley split, a new tendril of pure will lashing out and slamming into Tim.

He gasped, his body jolting as if he’d been touched by a live wire. A foreign, undeniable pressure filled his mind, warm and heavy. His own volition drained away, replaced by the same serene passivity Ashley was experiencing. He stood rigid, a statue made of tense muscle.

“Let’s see what you’re working with, big guy,” Victoria murmured, her eyes roaming over him.

His hands moved without his permission. They went to the waistband of his swim trunks, hooking his thumbs, and pushed them down in one smooth motion. They pooled at his ankles, revealing his full, impressive erection, thick and straining upward against his stomach. A deep blush heated his chest and neck, a stark contrast to the terrifying arousal shining in his eyes. He was completely ****, completely under her command.

“Very nice,” Victoria approved. “Now, touch yourself. Show me how worked up my little show made you.”

His right hand wrapped around his own length. His touch was not his own, the grip perfect, the glide of his palm over his sensitive skin both exquisite torment and profound pleasure. He began to stroke himself, a slow, relentless rhythm dictated by Victoria’s mind. Precision. Control.

Victoria finally turned her full attention to Ashley, who was standing waiting, her body quivering with anticipation. “Now for you, my dear.” A new series of commands flowed into Ashley, erasing her stillness.

Ashley closed the distance between them, her movements fluid and deeply sensual. She dropped to her knees in the sand before a seated Victoria, her eyes glazed with submissive desire. She leaned in, her hands coming up to frame Victoria’s face, and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. It wasn’t gentle; it was all devouring heat and wet friction, a clash of tongues and soft, gasping breaths.

While they kissed, Ashley’s hands wandered. They slid down Victoria’s torso, expertly finding the tie of her bikini top. With a deft pull, she loosened it, peeling the fabric away to reveal Victoria’s own perfect, smaller breasts. Ashley’s mouth broke from the kiss and trailed down Victoria’s neck, her collarbone, until her lips closed around a taut nipple. She sucked, gently at first, then with increasing pressure, her tongue swirling and flicking until Victoria’s breath hitched in a genuine, sharp gasp of pleasure.

One of Ashley’s hands slid lower, dipping beneath the waistband of Victoria’s bikini bottoms. Victoria arched her back, a soft moan escaping her as Ashley’s fingers found her wet, eager heat, beginning a slow, circular massage.

The entire time, Tim was **** to watch, his hand still working his own cock in that same relentless, artificial rhythm. The jealousy was still there, a fire in his blood, but it was now inextricably fused with a blinding, intoxicating arousal. The sight of his girlfriend, naked and so skilled in her submission, pleasuring her dominant best friend was the most erotically charged thing he had ever witnessed. He was teetering on the very edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Victoria, feeling his impending climax through their psychic link, clenched her mental fist. The pleasure building at the base of Tim’s spine didn’t vanish, but it stalled, frozen in a state of excruciating suspension. He cried out, a strangled sound of frustration and overwhelming need. He was trapped on a precipice, unable to fall.

Victoria broke her own moan to gasp a command, her voice thick with her own pleasure. “Not yet. You don’t come until I say you can come.”