Tie him up

"Argh!" you groan in frustration. You can't leave him for dead and you can't hurt him. After a while, you come to the conclusion that the only solution is to tie him up. With time still at a standstill, you run out of the hotel suite. It feels weird to run about in an untied robe with your cock hanging out, and it's even weirder when you run pass some other people frozen in time. You find a storage closet nearby and gather some bed sheets, bringing them back to Sasha's suite.

Then, you take 1 of the wooden chairs at the dining table and move the unidentified Russian man onto it, using the bedsheets to tie him down securely. You check the knots twice to make sure he can't struggle loose. You also ball up a pillow cover and stuff it into his mouth. It barely fits and you imagine his jaw will be sore when time resumes, but at least it's better than suffering a potential killer punch from you.

When you're done, you start to drag the chair with the man away to put him in a closet. However, when you look back at Sasha and Olya, you have an evil idea. Instead of stuffing him away, you leave the chair in a corner of the room where the man has a good view of his lover, Sasha. You admit it's a little cruel, but he did cause you a lot of trouble and now your erection has subsided.

With the man taken care of, you go back to where you were standing before time stopped and you deactivate your time control and super strength rings, while keeping your mind control ability in use. Sasha and Olya don't seem to notice the change but you decide to point out the man anyway. His muffled screams into the makeshift gag are barely audible.

"Sasha, is that your boyfriend tied up in the corner?" you ask, pointing at the man.

"Yes. That's Andrei."

"How serious is your relationship?"

Sasha shrugs, which makes you chuckle. "We've been dating on and off for a few months. Nothing serious. He buys me things."

You cup her right cheek tenderly in your hand. "I can buy you things. Would you like that?" Sasha smiles and nods. Your hand moves down her cheek to her slender neck, then onward to her chest, running your palm over the exposed parts of her breasts. They feel more firm than Olya's. The clasp holding her top together is on the front and you unhook it open with a finger, causing the bikini top to pop open. Sasha's perky breasts bounce a little as they are released and her nipples are hard and pointed. You cup your hand over each breast, taking the time to enjoy the feel of each 1 in your palm. At the same time, your cock is starting to harden again and you shrug your robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You pull on her nipples, feeling how aroused Sasha is and then your hand moves down to her taunt abdominal area.

"Are your breasts real?" you ask.

"Yes."

"They're amazing. Listen, from now on, you're going to be hopelessly in love with me and you'll do anything I say. Understand?" Sasha nods eagerly.

"Good," you turn to Olya, who hasn't moved in a while as she awaits further instruction from you. You reach down to her chin to tilt her head up to look at you. "Olya, take all your clothes off and get in the middle of the bed. Lay back in the pillows and touch yourself. Sasha, make sure she understands," you say. Sasha repeats your instructions in Russian and Olya gets up and begins to take her clothes off, leaving each article of clothing on the floor in a heap. When she's gloriously naked, she climbs onto the bed get lays back on the pile of pillows, spreads her legs wide open and starts to masturbate.

Across the room, Andrei has stopped trying to struggle or scream and his attention is on the blonde woman. From his point of view, Olya's thigh should be in the way of him seeing her fingers working on her pussy, but you imagine it's still a pretty hot sight.