Honesty

Working hard to keep your eyes on hers, you hesitated, knowing she deserved an honest answer, but unsure of what this honesty entailed. The air in the living room hung thick with tension, carrying the faint scent of lemon polish from your earlier cleaning efforts. Outside, city lights blurred past the window, casting shifting patterns across the wall. This would be so romantic if not...

"I... I don't want to hurt you, Maisie. What happened last week... It got out of hand. I panicked. I allowed my dick to think for me," as if hearing the mention, your groin treacherously stirred. "But I've been thinking a lot since then. About us, about this... power between us. Had some... dirty fantasies."

She leaned forward slightly, her dress rustling quietly with the motion. Her gaze was piercing, demanding. "And?" she prompted softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of traffic outside.

"And I keep coming back to one conclusion," you continued slowly, choosing each word carefully, tracing circles with your thumb on your knee to distract yourself from the magnetic pull of her presence mere feet away. "The friendship with you is what I really miss. I am afraid there is no road back there... I want more. I want to be your boyfriend, I always did and after..."

"After you made me suck your dick?" she interjected, her tone dry.

"Yes..." you nodded. "Yes. After that I feel like I crossed a line I can't uncross." Your cock twitched at the memory of those soft lips wrapped around it. "And I'm afraid that if I try to go back to being just friends now... It won't work anymore for either of us."

She was quiet for a long moment, clearly processing everything you'd said. Then she shifted uncomfortably, pulling at the edge of her dress, which had ridden up slightly to reveal more of her toned thigh. The air seemed to grow warmer.

"You know..." She began hesitantly, looking down at the wine glass. "...we can't be a usual pair either. You have the power over me. If you command me to madly fall in love with you, I would have to follow that order."

"No. I won't change your personality. This is what I am sure about." You insisted, trying to believe it yourself.

"Yeah, you are sure. For some time, maybe. What if I decide to leave after a few months of dating? Still no 'you love me now'? What if some part of my character starts to annoy you? Look, you wanted a date, you got a date! Just like that."

The silence stretched between you. Your apartment suddenly felt too small. Outside, a car horn blared. Inside, the only sounds were your breathing and hers. You could see the rise and fall of her chest beneath the emerald fabric. 'Why she is so damn sexy?' you asked yourself once again.

"Look, Maisie," you leaned back, spreading your hands helplessly. "I am not going to pretend I'm above temptation. But I also value you too much to reduce you to some kind of a mindless fucktoy."

She raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? Because I'm sitting here wearing this ridiculous dress because you ordered me to wear something sexy."

"It is your favourite, not 'something'. My command was specific." You corrected her defensively

"True. Okay. Whatever." she failed to retort directly, "What happens now? We eat cheese and chat about movies? Or are you going to order me to strip now?" Her voice wavered, containing equal parts challenge and vulnerability.

"Well, what do you want right now?"

"I want to go home." She stated with zero believability in her voice.

Rolling your eyes, tired of games and, after some deliberation, you decide to get the truth with the nuclear option. The command left your lips smoothly. "Maisie, tell me, " your new dominant voice that seemed to appear every time you use the power, got her full attention immediately, "what do you really want right now?"

She opened her mouth and made a visible pause as if trying to resist the next words, fighting the compulsion, but obviously failing. Her face flushed, her breathing became shallow, and she squirmed slightly. "I want you to order me to fuck you so I can enjoy it without feeling like a whore." The admission escaped her lips in a rush, each word coated in embarrassment. She then turned away, unable to meet your gaze. "Damn you and your commands. Ordering me to strip would be less intrusive."

"Wow," was the only thing you managed to say in response.

"What wow!?" Some of her anger surfaced, mixing with desperation. "Do you think I am frigid or something? Since the phone call, my mind has been drawing various scenarios of what you may do to me. Being controlled by a guy who is not a total jerk is... is HOT! Even if still scary."

"You just increased my temptation to give an order tenfold." You groaned, your hand moving unconsciously towards your crotch before stopping halfway.

"Then just say it," she whispered in the most erotic way possible, her voice cracking. "You will fail resisting it anyway."