What's your fetish?

Dejan’s eyes followed her as she moved, a dumbstruck grin plastered on his face. He was completely mesmerized, a willing captive to the new Sara. She set her mug down with a soft click and sauntered back to the table, pulling out the chair opposite him and sitting with a deliberate, languid grace. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table, giving him an unobstructed view down the loose collar of his shirt.

“You know,” she began, her voice a conspiratorial purr, “I had a lot of fun last night. A *lot* of fun. And I want to keep having fun. I want to do everything for you, Dejan. Everything that makes you happy.” Her eyes held his, intense and searching. “So, I want to know more. What else is in that head of yours? What other secrets are you hiding? Tell me your fetishes. I want to be the girl who knows you inside and out.”

The directness of it sent a jolt straight through him. He felt a blush creep up his neck, but her encouraging, hungry gaze made him feel bold. “Well,” he started, clearing his throat, “you kind of… you already nailed the big one.” He gestured vaguely at her chest. “The tit thing is… yeah. That’s number one.”

She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “I figured. But what else? Don’t be shy. You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “Control. I like being in control. Dominant. And… the hypnosis thing. That’s not just for anxiety... It’s about mind control. About… shaping someone. Making them into what you want.” He watched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, but she was unreadable, just listening intently. He plunged on, the fantasy taking over. “And… what if we could… what if we used it on someone else? Like one of your friends? We could… we could bring them in. For a threesome. Imagine it, Sara. You and me, in total control, and someone else to play with.”