Jonas Brooks, The Fantasy Writer

Jonas Brooks had not been having a good day. His editor was breathing down his neck to finish the next book in his Mizryania Cycle. Jonas was no George RR Martin, but his books sold well enough to keep his wife happy. Yet, as much as he wanted to move on and work on new projects, he was under contract for another book about Prince Yuusha's quest to defeat The Shadow Lord and rescue princess Amneris from her loveless marriage to the Duke Dezroya. It was cheesy popcorn fiction that relied on sex and **** more than plot to sell, but it made money.

Jonas had been in The Zone when his wife Clara had literally snapped him out of it with a loud SNAP of her fingers in his ears. "Tiffany and Miranda are gone." Clara had said. "You know where they went, don't you? I specifically told them that there was no way they were going to that party with their grades the way they are. Well? What are you waiting for? Go and get them."

So Jonas had driven out to get his daughter and step daughter. Not because he really cared, but because if he did not bring them back, he would never hear the end of it from Clara.

So there he was looking around for his girls when he saw something shiny flying down out of the corner of his eye. Jonas squatted down and saw the gold and emerald ring gleam at him. Jonas reached out and could not help but notice that the ring felt almost warm in his grasp. He gazed at how it looked on his finger as he stood.

It was then that he saw his Miranda doing a keg-stand as the raven-haired jezebel of a stepdaughter cheered Miranda on while making out with a boy and girl Jonas had recognized as being a football player and a fellow cheerleader.

"That is enough." Jonas said as he rushed over to his daughter's side. The father and fantasy author stood his daughter upright and checked her eyes. The eighteen year old was clearly very drunk. "Are you alright?"

"I am fine dad. I am not a little girl. You do not need to come riding to the resquuuu." She said slurring her words. "We." Miranda put her arm around her step sister. "Are having a really good time. Isn't that right sis?"

"We are having a lot of fun. And we are not leaving. So you can go home, Jonas and wait for us there." Tiffany said with a self-satisfied smirk.

"I do not think so." Jonas said. "You might be eighteen but that only means that you are not old enough to be drinking." Jonas could not hide his disappointment at his daughter's inability to show any self control. Had he found the girls only slightly buzzed from sipping beer, the dad would have let them stay for another hour before driving them all home. Instead he found his sweet girl to be utterly wasted. "You two are coming home with me, now."

"This is not Mizryania and we are not your slaves. We are grown women and you cannot tell us what to do." The High School senior snapped to her step-dad. "I am eighteen." Tiffany said with a smirk.

"You know, sometimes,...I wish you were my slaves. It would make my life so much..."

***

"I wish you were my slaves." The words echoed in Jessica's mind. Her frantic rush to talk to Mr. Brooks and convince him to give her the ring back was stopped in mid-run as her knees buckled. Jessica felt a rush of energy surge through her body. Orgasmic pleasure she had never imagined overwhelmed her senses as her magic worked to rewrite law and history to the desires of her new owner.