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Chapter 4 by ToaKraka ToaKraka

Decisions Decisions

Be cautious

"Okay, shut up so I can think. You can keep standing there, too." As Courtney stewed in her perspiration, James silently pondered his options.

Could I really just... fuck her? Right now? I mean, there could be a zillion consequences for this! She could get pregnant, she could tell someone about my powers--anything!

Out loud, he said, "Okay, do some talking for me, Courtney. First of all, talk about my powers to no one except me, unless I explicitly say that you can. Second of all, tell me what you think the limits of my control over you are."

"I-- I-- "Courtney's eyes bulged in horror, but she couldn't stop herself from talking. "You can tell me to do anything physical--I'd even **** or kill myself if you ordered me, you f-fucking creep--but I think mental stuff is limited. If you told me to write a good sequel to Atlas Shrugged, I'd do my best to make it 'good' in my eyes, but it might not be good in yours. I-- I think it feels kind of like an error message in my brain, or something. And you can't tell me to love you, either! Suck it, shithead!"

"Damn--I guess that line about being in control of her mind was hyperbole." James tapped his foot impatiently. "I was looking forward to some new books to read... Well, you said you were going to Penny's house; when's she expecting you? Oh--when you're talking to me in private, be civil and courteous, and speak only when spoken to, or when you think something's urgent enough that I need to know it, particularly in reference to my powers' being discovered, or if you or I am about to be harmed."

"I'm already five minutes late for the time we agreed on," Courtney ground out, "but she's probably built in ten or fifteen minutes of extra time."

"Okay. You can go, but don't tell anyone other than me about the power I've exerted over you. Don't even hint about it. That order applies when you're interacting with any human except me. And, if I text you or call you, you have to read the text or listen to the message as soon as you're alone. Got it?"

"G-got it." Courtney wheeled around and ran outside.

James watched her supple form as she left. God, she's hot. But what can I really do with her? Hmm...

Time to make some plans.

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