"Tell me more"

James sat opposite Nadia, who he'd earlier dressed in his favourite long, black dress as she became agitated in front of him. He wondered for a second if he was having more fun than she is (whether she knows it yet is another question).

I don't know how he's doing that trick but I want more of it. "Show me how you did that," I purr. I rub my thighs together to try to diffuse some of the lust growing in me, but knock my bag over, spilling some of its contents onto the floor.

"Excuse me."

I leave my seat and bend to tidy my bag, but bump straight into the waitress from before, sending her tray of cutlery she was carrying cascading onto the tile floor. "I'm so sorry!" we both say in unison, as we bend down to pick up the knives and forks that fell.

"Would either of you like another drink?" she asks, seeming dazed from the collision.

"Another two of the same please!" He said.

They both look at me to confirm, so I just nod and smile.

Is she staring at me? She's definitely staring at me. He clicks his fingers, surprising both of us, but fortunately takes her attention off of me. "Of course, sir."

"Where were we?"

"I think I was blowing your mind with magic."

He should be grateful that he's pretty enough to overcome the cringeworthy lines. "Oh. The tricks. Do you have any more?"

"Okay, firstly, these aren't tricks, and secondly I have many more, but something tells me you want another sample of what you've already tasted."

He's not wrong. I watch him closely as he starts to run his fingers along the table again and feel the same fingers on my knee, this time making an unambiguous path straight across my inner thigh to between my legs. Once again, I find my eyes closing and I shift in my seat, legs slightly separating to let his invisible hands in. His touch makes its way to a couple of inches from where my leg meets my body, and retreats again.

He repeats with three fingers, this time wrapping even deeper between my thighs, his closest finger stopping an inch away from my flower.

My breathing practically stops as he leaves his hand there. He asks me, "Tell me, Nadia, what do you look for in a partner?"

Do I tell him? "I like someone who knows what they want; someone who takes control." I surprise myself with my honesty, especially as I realise I said that with the waitress just to my side. I stop talking while she finishes putting our drinks down and shudder as he leans back to accept his drink, withdrawing his hand back along to the less intimate part of my thigh.

"Thank you," I smile at her.

Again, she looks like she's about to say something, but the man in front of me dismisses her with his hand. She almost looks angry as she walks away.

I take a sip from my drink and cough. It has **** in it, but it's okay: I'd rather not drink it than make a fuss.

"What is it?"

"Oh it's no big deal, but this drink definitely has ****, and I don't like the taste."

He looks displeased and calls for the waitress again. I hide my face, but admire him as he handles the situation, explaining to her about the drink. The way he commands with his voice is surprisingly attractive, even if he's being perhaps a bit too mean about it.

Feeling bad for the girl, I try to diffuse the situation. "It's okay. It's not so bad, I'll drink it - I don't want it to go to waste." I had no intention of drinking it, but I'm sure the plant will enjoy it when nobody is watching.

"No, no," he says, "it won't go to waste at all." He turns to her, "you drink it." I watch waved his hand at the glass.

"But I don't-- but I can't-- I didn't even make it!" She protests as her hand picks up the glass and brings it to her mouth. She started work on drinking the entire cocktail. I would have hated that, not to mention being well on my way to being tipsy from all that ****.

He speaks to me as if the waitress were not there, "I've shown you the surface of what I can do. I can do anything you can imagine - watch this."

He waves his hand again and I watch the poor waitress, confused, cup her breasts tightly, trying to massage them. Is she in pain? Looks like good pain. As his hand moves down, her hands seem to follow the movement down her body. Is she shivering?

"Please s-stop--" He cuts her off with a flick of his wrist.

I look at the man and ask, "Are you..?"

He nods, answering practically nothing.

I'm not into women but watching this is turning me on. I can only hope that one day I get to be as turned on as she looks right now. I watch her as she stands straight, but with her knees rammed together and hips quivering.

"Off to your customers, now!"

"Y-yesssir." She walks away stiffly, her legs staying together and her back straight.

"Is she--?"

"Horny as hell? Unable to do anything about it? Yes."

We watch her bring plates to patrons with shaky arms.

He really is powerful. "You really are powerful."

He smiles, and gives me a similarly evil look to the one he gave the waitress before he did whatever he did to her? "How does that make you feel?"

Horny. "Feels good." Can he do that to me? "Are you going to do that to me?"

He looks at my lusty body. "I don't know if I need to, from what I see."

I blush as I realise that he can see right through me.

"You like being toyed with, don't you?" He continues to look into my soul.

"I do like a man who knows what he wants from me."

"I certainly know what I want, and I intend to take it from you when the time is right. How does it feel to know that?"

Have I spent my whole life fantasising about a powerful man dominating me? Maybe. Can I trust this stranger with this power over me? Do I even have a choice?

Right now it feels very good to imagine him doing that.

Before I can answer his question, the waitress is back with another round of drinks. I sit back and watch her try to overcome her trembling body to put the drinks down as deliberately as possible on carefully folded napkins.

"Please, what have you done to me? I can't do my job like this." She blinks as if she's confronting something in her head. "This isn't even my jo--"

Bluntly, he replies, "Isn't it obvious? You messed with my night, so I mess with you. Your arousal won't fall until your next orgasm, and I will decide when that is."

I watch her fingers whiten as she bends slightly and squeezes her own thigh out of frustration.

"Don't you have other customers?" He chided.

She didn't get to respond before he, presumably, magicked her into deciding to leave.

"Where were we? Oh, yes! I was asking how it felt to know you're going to be taken?" I was too busy focusing on his lips to notice whatever he must have done with his hand to result in some invisible power between my knees, forcing my thighs apart. So far, I'd been keeping my legs pressed together to contain my arousal, and the futility of trying to do that right now turned me on even more.

The **** separating them was immeasurably strong; no amount of effort from me could fight it. As I lose my control and modesty of my posture, inch by inch, more arousal emanates from me. I lean back and arch my back to retain my balance, and I put one hand between my knees, pinning my dress to the chair, as if this gives me any kind of control back.

I can barely breathe from the anticipation as he continues running phantom fingers up and down my inner thigh.

If he wants to fuck, I'm ready, but I suspect he's going to draw this out even longer.

"Well?" He asks me, pretending to not know why I'm preoccupied.

I try to reply but squeak thanks to my dry throat. I slowly lean forward, over my legs (now spread wide enough that I'm worried for the seams of my dress), and take a sip from my drink. Non-alcoholic, thankfully. Although... as I drink, the carefully unfolded napkin unfolded, revealing itself to contain a message.

"Run. He's dangerous."

I look over at the poor waitress, and sure enough she's standing at the window staring out at us. I quickly pick up the napkin before he'll see it.

"Seriously?" He sounds disappointed.

I lost grip on the napkin as an invisible **** pulled it out of my hand. I instinctively tried to grab it, but it escaped my grasp and slowly floated over to the angry magician's hand. I watched him read it, and glare towards her in the restaurant.

"When will she learn?"

When will he give attention to the horny hot (I know I'm hot) girl sitting across from him?!

"You want to see what my magic can do - let's see. She's already horny; we can give her a Hooters chest..." His eyes lit up as he thought about ideas. "What would you hate happen to you if you were a waitress? Make it sexy." He looked at me expectantly.

I'm still basking in stimulation between my spread legs; when is he going to take me?! Can he focus on me for a bit? Also him fixating on this other girl is starting to become a turn-off.

"I don't know. All she did was mix up drinks. I don't know if we-- you should be messing with her like this."

"Wha- Oh, of course, you haven't had to deal with her for as long as I have."

This doesn't sit well with me. My annoyance leaks onto my face.

"Ok, think carefully: are you on my side -- the one with magic, and the night of your life ahead; or are you on her side, someone you just met?!"