Try to stop him

I went to take the phone off of him before he could type anything else but before I could, my hands were pulled back behind my head. I writhed my elbows and tugged but I couldn't get my hands to break free. I felt my knees weaken at the premise that I could be controlled like this.

He watched me with fascination.

I kept struggling while he spoke to himself.

"Either you have some genius combination of mirrors or this thing is real..."

"It's real! Let me go!" I tried to sound frustrated but I moaned instead, surprising me and inducing a wave of shyness.

"You really enjoy this, don't you?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

He stood up and faced me. He put his hands on my hips. "Are you turned on?"

"Yeah..." I looked up into his eyes.

As he used his fingertips to tease the sensitive skin by his hands, my knees buckled slightly. I moved towards him for support. "Can I have my hands back?"

"Not yet," he said. He lifted his hands under my shirt and massaged my breasts through my bra.

I moaned again. It felt so good. I just wanted to grab his hand and put it in my pants so he can get me off but with no hands I couldn't do much. I lifted one of my legs and rubbed his leg with my knee and the inside of my thigh.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked, sweetly.

"Maybe. I want to know what this can do." He backed away to examine me, wielding his phone.

I stomped my foot. "Pleease?"

He typed something into his phone. "Pardon?"

I tried to say please again but speaking felt like a muscle I'd forgotten to use. I couldn't even get my mouth to make sense of my command. The shock that something could have so much power over me was overwhelming.

I was mute and helpless. And so very wet.