What game is Emma playing?

I was torn between the perfect man's dream and the desire to stay true to Jean. On the one hand, I couldn't do anything but watch as Pepper and Natasha started kissing, while on the other, I tried desperately to get the handcuffs off. I was completely helpless, not only physically but also mentally. How had I gotten into this situation? How had Emma managed to create this situation? I already knew that she was a strong telepath, but this was the damn Black Widow?! How could she not realize what was happening? After all, she was considered the one with the greatest willpower among the Avengers. I actually started to be afraid of Emma. Even though she was more or less slavishly loyal to me and couldn't do anything against me, she had found a way to make me dance to her tune. It only became clear to me now as I watched the two red-haired goddesses making out over my bound body.

Only then did I realize that my own abilities, no matter how potent they might appear, had some serious disadvantages compared to Emma or Jean. The two of them didn't have to be in the same room, didn't have to use any verbal components and could use their powers completely unnoticed. I, on the other hand, was completely helpless as soon as someone managed to prevent me from speaking. That was a huge weakness, as I just realized. On the other hand, my control was much more subtle and subliminal. On top of that, it was also better hidden, but was it really stronger than Emma's telepathy? I realized that this was a perfect opportunity to test whether I could override Emma's control in an emergency.

Because I was suddenly terrified that she would try to manipulate Joan. I myself had already made this mistake and turned Jean into a sexual monstrosity. Even if it had been hot at first glance, it was no longer the Jean I had fallen in love with. When she absolutely wanted to fuck me in the basement, it wasn't Jean who was there, but what I had turned her into in my lust. At that time I could have reversed it, but maybe that wasn't possible if Emma used her power against Jean. And so a huge fire was kindled in me. The lust, the temptation of Pepper and Natasha was blown away. They were now a welcome test to see if I could save Jean from Emma in an emergency.

Of course, I also convinced myself that I wanted to be faithful to Jean when I asked the two ladies to uncuff me. To my delight, they responded immediately to my request, as always, and without further ado they unlocked the handcuffs. It was only when I stood up to leave that they were confused. Emma's control still made her try to seduce me, but that was no longer important to me. I fled from the room while I could still control my cock. It was only when I was outside that I was able to breathe easily because I felt safer. Immediately I went to look for Emma and Jean to prevent Emma from doing anything.

I tried to avoid all the good-looking women, which was not so easy, until I went up the stairs to the second floor of the dance floor and saw the two women sitting in a corner booth, apparently engaged in an amusing conversation. In front of them were some empty glasses that had probably contained quite a bit of high-percentage stuff, since the women seemed a little tipsy. When Jean saw me, she raised her glass laughing loudly and shouted: “Eiffel Tower!”

Immediately, Emma and Jean started laughing loudly, which made me look puzzled. I didn't understand anything, but it didn't look like they were maintaining their usual hate relationship.

“Don't worry, Dean. Good old Jean isn't under any kind of influence. She's just drunk,” Emma laughed, as if she had read my thoughts.

“That's not true at all! YOU are drunk, you slut!” Jean laughed happily and pulled me between the two women. For a second I had been reassured that Emma hadn't done anything, but now I was panicking. On the left side sat the woman of my heart, in high spirits from the ****, and on the right sat my secret sex **** Emma.

“That's right, Jean. You can't handle ****. By the way, Jean has confessed to me that there is something going on between you two. So, young man! If you hurt Jean, I'll turn your brain into mush!“ Emma said sternly and poked me on the chest with her index finger.

“Huh?” was about all I could manage to say. I looked back and forth between Emma and Jean. Somehow the evening was going quite differently than I had expected.

“Yes, Dean. I told her everything. We buried the hatchet!” Jean said as gently as he could and looked at me lovingly. Just as I started to melt, Emma raised her glass and roared with laughter. ”Eiffel Tower!”

Jean raised his glass laughing loudly and he repeated the call loudly and with resounding laughter. The surrounding guests also joined in the call, without knowing what it was all about. At least I was not alone in this regard. The fact that the other guests joined in only made my two ladies laugh even louder.

“Don't worry, Dean. I'm sure Jean will explain it to you in more detail later!“ Emma laughed happily and telepathically sent me that she would never change Jean's thoughts without my permission.

“Exactly. When I go up and down the Eifelturn later. Jaz!” Jean laughed and Emma swallowed on her drink when she heard that.

“But be careful not to overexert it. Not that the straps go limp,“ she grinned, coughing.

“Don't worry. It'll stay hard. I'll make sure of that!” Mean laughed cheekily back and slowly it dawned on me what they were talking about.