Slow burn path

I'm sorry I took advantage of the situation. At least a bit. I just wanted you to know that I'm not really a bad person. I know we only met recently, and we haven't really gotten close. But you have to admit it wasn't entirely my fault."

As all of this poured out of her, I just sat there, staring expressionlessly at her. Her words reached me, but their meaning only slowly seeped in.

"You're not exactly the type to socialize, and you haven't made an effort to get to know me. I've invited you several times to come to a bar with me and my friends, but you always declined," she sighed, leaning back in her chair.

It seemed like she was waiting for a reaction from me. I was overwhelmed by the situation. Before me sat Loona, the same Loona who could look so innocent that anyone would declare her the new Virgin Mary. The same Loona who had caught me five days ago with my "hobby" and had been blackmailing me with videos ever since. And now, this Loona was apologizing to me for the fears I'd experienced in the last few days because I hadn't gone drinking with her and her "disabled" friends? Slowly but surely, I became angry. What was going on here? Who did she think she was and what she could get away with?

"Did I understand correctly? You're apologizing to me?" I asked. My voice sounded as uncertain as I felt.

"No, I didn't say that," she leaned forward in her chair. The innocent aura that surrounded her disappeared, replaced by a lurking smile and radiant green eyes. "What happened, you have to blame yourself. I didn't undress you, put a vibrating plug in your ass, and tie you to your bed. That was all you, just you."

I swallowed, and my excitement flared up again. She was right, at least to some extent. If she didn't want to apologize, then what did she want? Had I misunderstood the situation once again? This woman was driving me crazy. Every time I thought I understood her intentions and could read the signs, she made a 180-degree turn.

"But I haven't taken photos or videos of myself and threatened to release them."

Loona grinned a little wider. "Technically, I haven't done that either. I just asked what I would get from you if I didn't publish them. I never said I would publish them if I didn't get anything. And don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

This couldn't be real. She had the audacity to say that. A part of my brain that I usually suppressed tried to fight its way to the surface—the same part responsible for the mess I was in right now. I pushed those thoughts back.

"Do you mean this seriously? Playing with someone's life and feelings is not a game." My voice got louder with the last words, and I leaned forward.

Loona's expression remained calculating, but for the first time, I saw a hint of doubt in her eyes. "You have no idea what I've been through in the last few days," I said and stopped in the middle of my sentence as Loona stood up. She exuded a cold and unapproachable aura that made the hair on my forearms stand on end, and my penis began to stir again. I tried to speak up again, but she raised her hand, and I fell silent.

"Tell me, John, what was on your mind the last time you pleasured yourself, and don't come up with excuses now."

Blood rushed to my cheeks, and my emerging self-confidence, which had built up along with my anger, vanished. "I... I was thinking of... I was thinking of the situation from five days ago," I confessed, lowering my gaze.

"I thought so, and I assume I played a prominent role in your fantasies. Or should I say, a dominant role," Loona walked around the table and sat on it. One leg dangled down, and the other was in a cross-legged position on the table.

"Come here," she said with a threatening tone, but still gently, like a strict mother catching her child stealing cookies and now reprimanding it. My head was now glowing red, and blood rushed in my ears. My dry tongue vainly tried to moisten my lips. I watched myself stand up and walk toward her. It was almost as if she had taken control of my body. I stopped in front of her, and she pointed to the floor with an outstretched finger. Something in me rebelled, trying to regain control of my body. I raised my gaze, and when our eyes met, that impulse also disappeared, and my legs buckled under me. Kneeling on the floor, I looked up at her. In this beautiful face framed by long black hair and those green eyes that held my gaze. There was that cunning smile around her mouth again, and her eyes had that sparkle I loved. My heart tightened.

"You see," she said with a gentle voice. "This way is much better, isn't it? Now tell me that I've done you wrong. You enjoy cleaning my apartment, and you like the feeling of being at my mercy, don't you? Otherwise, why did you tie yourself to your bed?"

I nodded weakly.

"Good, you may now kiss my shoe."