Tom's work continues

Tom took his hand off her cheek and turned her head back to facing the mirror, grabbing instead a bunch of her long hair and pulled it, not too gently, and caused her to gasp in a mixture of pain and excitement as he pressed himself firmly against her ass and pressing her into the bathroom counter at the same time. "I wish that you would be constantly wet and aroused to the point of being unable to function when you're around me." He felt her move against him, Sarah always had a thing for him pressing into her ass before and now, with her body awash of teenage hormones and his coin-powered influences, she was practically grinding against him. "Your body will be at the point of orgasm but nothing except my touch or my words will allow you to come."

Sarah groaned again as she rubbed herself against him, pressing her lips against his palm that held her in such a submissive posture, feeling trapped and unable to move. This was a set of pleasure she had never experienced before and it was only fitting that it was this man that was bringing her there. Her mind was flushed with so many questions and conflicting thoughts but, through the fog, she heard his voice and knew her body was responding to him and him alone. Instead of fighting every doubt or worry, she instead felt at ease leaving it to Tom. Tom knew what was best for the two of them, she felt, and her heart settled on that. The pain otherwise was too much to bear, almost.

Tom continued to pull her hair back while running his other hand down to her shorts, where he undid the button, and yanked it down past her knees. She wiggled a bit to slip them off and then spread her legs slightly as his hand then traced down the front of her panties, feeling the dampness between her legs soaking into the material beneath his fingers. Another change in Sarah, Tom noticed as he slipped his fingers underneath the band and began to finger her slowly, almost teasing in a tortuous manner, was her sudden change from being rather hands-off in terms of foreplay to now she was moaning and angling her body to his touch. Their sex-life was definitely active but it wasn't exciting, she didn't like foreplay and it often resulted in her being as dry as possible when he went in her, causing all sorts of problems and no enjoyment on either end. He loved sex and she did as well but there was just no real explosive chemistry between the two. Partly to explain the drop-off, he mused.

This Sarah, though, she was dripping and trembling whichever way for him.

He kept Sarah in that bend position for a few more minutes, fingering her until she came for him several times and then slumped down onto the bathroom counter, her legs shaking and her fluids running down her legs and pooling at her feet. The blonde girl was breathing heavily as her eyes were closed, hair mused, and her hands and knees a bit wobbly but in no danger of falling down. Tom just smiled as he watched her for a few more moments before he leaned down and whispered into her ear one more wish. "I wish that Sarah's name was now Michelle and her mother was her best friend, Rebecca, who is equally unaware of Michelle's activities with me."

Sarah barely heard the wish but her mind, with the name Michelle, immediately latched onto that name and created a persona that pushed and blended Sarah, all versions of her, into one and built up a reality behind it to match. Michelle was 18 years old, the daughter of Tom and Rebecca, hopelessly in love with her father and, since her 18th birthday, engaged in a very steamy incestuous affair with him. It would take some time before either of them knew the full background story that now encompassed their lives but Michelle had taken root in Sarah's mind.

"Love you, daddy," she whispered sleepily, and Tom just gave her a kiss on the lips before he slipped out of the bathroom and closed the bedroom door behind him.