Eye of the Beholder

A while back I asked for ideas from readers about perils, situations or just in general story ideas that they would like to see.  This was a suggestion from a reader who wishes to remain in the background. I hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it.

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Eye of the Beholder

As he put the key into the door of his penthouse condo he allowed himself a moment to pause, reflect, a small smile emerging. 

‘C.O.I.L. will be pleased,’ he thought.  ‘I got the data the mission required and as a bonus eliminated two D.O.O.M. agents.’  He allowed himself a second smile, the agents in question being very sexy female operatives.

With the memory of those two agents still dancing in his mind he made his way to his office and opened his laptop, took the thumb drive containing the data he’d acquired and prepared to transmit it only to find he had no Internet connection.

‘Damm.   This condo may have a lot of advantages but bandwidth is not one of them!’ he muttered as he rummaged in one of the desk drawers for his portable hotspot card.  He was still looking when he heard a voice behind him.

‘Looking for this, Steele?’

Steele turned about quickly, there standing in the door way to his bedroom, one hand supporting her weight against the frame, her head cocked slightly and provocatively to one side. Dressed only in a towel that just covered her ample breasts and slim body it ended just below her hips, her legs crossed over at the ankles stood the woman her had sought earlier in the evening.   There in the centre of her more than ample décolletage was his Internet Card.

Well Roxanne, this is a pleasant surprise,’ he said not phased at all by the presence of the D.O.O.M. agent.

‘I won’t bother to ask you how you got in here, what’s important is you’re here.  Too bad you weren’t at home when I made my special delivery earlier this evening.  You’re two minions had to pick up the cost, plus the tip of course, but room service is so much more appealing, so I’m  glad you arranged it this way,’ he said, malice in his voice.

Roxanne remained cool and calm replying.  ‘I do you can make another special delivery, just for me, but I warn you I’m more exacting in my expectations, but I tip so much better and speaking of tip,’ she said, her eyes focusing on his swelling member as it engorged to full attention, a common effect on men when she was about.

Steele made a lunge for her, she deftly and lithely stepped aside, half ducking to avoid his enfolding arms a small laugh escaping her as she pirouetted away from another attempt and came to rest leaning on the edge of a chair her body displayed seductively once more. 

‘You’ll have to do much better than that?’ she purred. 

Steele’s face tightened in frustration as did his body.  She watched as he became more catlike in his actions, she danced and swayed just out of reach again and again her mocking laughter echoing from one failed chance to another to catch her before he finally caught just the fringe of the towel and jerked it hard back toward himself, his powerful forearms rolling her out of the covering.  Gracefully she spun out of the cocoon then stopped her back to him; she turned about and looked at him, the pose seducingly effective as a lock of her brown hair fell over one eye.  Roxanne blew him a kiss and he advanced toward her, all the while she smiled and did not move until he was just a few steps from her, suddenly she turned about, the smile growing wider on her face as he stopped just a step from her.

‘Something catch your eye?’ Roxanne smoothly said as she placed her arms behind her head and swayed slowly side to side much like a belly dancer, her magnificent orbs, firm, tense and full just slightly in motion from the movement.  She took the towel from his hand and slowly backed up, her dance never abating until she was across the room from him, her sylphlike form moving from shadow to light with the stealth of cat on the hunt, she slipped the towel back on and the trance was broken.

‘Over here darling.  Really you must be faster, if you want to catch me or did your earlier dalliances this evening drain you of your strength.  Judging from what I see I think not.  Not to worry I won’t hold it against you, we’ll just consider that practice, now for the main event,’ she said.

Steele’s mind race, he was not tired yet something had happened, just what, he couldn’t quite place, but as her searched deeper he became aware of losing control to her for the briefest of instances, or so it seemed.  She was beautiful, but nothing more so than other agents, on either side, he’d had encounters with. 

He shrugged it off and came swiftly at her only this time she disrobed herself theatrically letting the towel soar into the air.  The spy blew him a kiss as he again stopped as if frozen in place just a few steps from her, the towel cascading down from above between them where it caught on his member and hung. 

‘A Kodak moment if ever there was one,’ Roxanne said smiling then continued.  ‘You can’t seem to take your eyes off my orbs darling, don’t worry, all men have the same issue, it seems their rather hypnotic in their perfection and in the motion I add to them,’ she demurred as she watched his eyes.

‘Ah there I have you, under my spell,’ the spy said softly before stepping in close and taking his hands in hers.  ‘Feel what has you so entranced darling,’ she whispered into his ear while her hands guided the palms of his over her mounds. 

This time Steele was aware of what was happening, his mind fuzzy on the how, but clear on the effects.  ‘She’s hypnotizing me somehow.  Focus your mind Steele, concentrate on anything other than the voice, gain back control,’ he screamed to the inner recesses of his mind.

‘Now listen to me closely baby.  Keep your eyes transfixed on my cleavage, I want you to absorb every curve of my beasts, that’s right feel how they slope and rise and fall, the sweep of the tangent, map it in your mind,’ she cooed as the spy guided his hands about her incredible globes.  ‘Oh what’s that, oh yes, that feels great, you’re magic hands are doing an incredible job, their getting me so excited.‘

From some corner of his mind, he screamed at the synapses as they heard and responded to Roxanne’s honeyed voice and left him to join her.  Frustration built inside him, a wave of rage on one side and wall of longing pushing against in on the other.  He was sure he would win, his training had tackled situations like before and he’d always prevailed.

Roxanne maneuvered his hands up and over her nipples, now hard, full, erect and very sensitive.  

‘Now baby use those hands to really excite me.  Feel the resistance as you push over them, the friction against your palms, now, oh yes, toy with them between the tips of your fingers, oh my God, you’re fantastic  lover, oh no,’ she gasped directing his splayed fingers up between her nipples and then shifting them back and forth over her pinnacles. 

‘Steele tried to control his hands, he knew he could, all he had to do was stop them, it was a simple task. ‘I will stop them now!’ his mind screamed, but his hands kept going, the delight of her smooth soft skin and the Cerci voice of Roxanne dashed his willpower on the rocks.  More of his mind came over to her sugary tones.  Sweat started to form on his brow; he could feel his hands removing from his mind, his control, being magnetized to her hands, following her every lead as she guided them about.

‘I feel so ready for you,’ she said controlling his hands downward and closing them around his own massive shaft its volume pulsing with excitement.  ‘No lover keep your glaze affixed to my boobs,’ Roxanne said as slowly she pistoned his hands back and forth along his steel pole. 

‘Oh my, back to your old tricks, you devil!  Ohhh!  You haven’t lost your touch, that is so wonderful,’ she said.  ‘Feel how wet I am, I’m almost ready, just a like longer baby and I’ll be there for you,’ she said touching his tip against her pussy sending pounding electric spikes up his shaft, his body twitching in response.  ‘They feel so good in your hands I want you to touch me always like this,’ she said then instructed his hands in how she liked it while giving him several verbal commands to follow when she spoke them. 

‘Keep control Steele,’ he told himself, but his mind was slipping further down her well of dominance and now the please factor added a second front to Roxanne’s attack.  He started to feel the rising tide of joy inside him, a stirring that could and would not be quelled. 

‘You love touching me there and every time you see them you simply can’t resist, you must stop whatever you’re doing and satisfy me until I say stop.  Remember darling, your pleasure is my pleasure and I’m not satisfied fully until you are, do you understand?’ she questioned and he nodded vacantly. ‘Wonderful, let’s try a simple experiment now that your pump is primed.’

Steele was aware of his agreeing and part of him cursed himself for doing it, but he had to comply with Roxanne’s wishes, he must obey her, his mind told him.

The hypnotic spy released her hands and stepped back several paces retrieving the towel deftly as she moved then stopped and in a quick flash wrapped herself back up breaking the spell she had on him.  Instantly the glazed look in his eyes was replaced by menace, he released his hands from his spear realizing what he hand been doing.  Steele fought the feeling to continue pleasuring himself as he was close, he was unsure if this was his indulgent pleasure trying to win out or Roxanne still having residual control of him, either way he cursed himself for his weakness.  He and rushed at her, she all the while smiling until  he was just about on her, she relaxed her covering just enough to let it, with a little encouragement from her, slip off her breasts.  In an instant he stopped, the glass eyed looked returned and his hand began to stroke his obelisk.

‘Not again, so close, so near to having her and finishing he as I did the others.’  Steele instantly knew that was the wrong thought to have, his thoughts recalled the two beauties he had finished earlier, both with sexual entanglements that had been exquisite in their pleasuring for him.  He watched his hand move toward and then encircle his shaft, nothing his brain commanded could stop it and he watched in desperation as the Steele controlled by Roxanne began to stroke back and forth and massage his member, that Steele was lost in pleasure and the other Steele, the one that could do nothing, simply followed along. 

‘That’s right baby, make me cum,’ she mocked as he pulled and stroked his stem while she made noises of encouragement.  ‘AHHHHH, almost honey just a few more, oh yes, there you are, keep it going, wring every last drop from me,’ she mocked as he climaxed and jetted his fluid with forceful rage.

Steele’s mind rushed with pleasure and nothing else, he was lost to the primal urge and gladly surrendered to it, letting it fill him up. 

‘If I can just focus!’ he said to himself as the briefest of moments after the last ray of joy slipped from him and his mind cleared.  Now is the time, get control of your mind while you can and she is still shut out.  I have it, I have it,’ Steele thought as the light came back into focus and the world around him cleared again, but then he saw her tits, so perfect so…. And he was lost again.  “Noooo!’ his mind screamed as Roxanne flooded into every corner and took control again. 

The spy made a follow me motion with her finger as she turned him and then backed away some more and pulled up the towel.  For a moment he looked dazed, his eyes betraying his intent as he looked at his hand for just a second, then he came for her again and she repeated then hypnotic trap only with a little more flair.  Side stepping her assailant, she pivoted about and with a grandiose gesture flung off the towel and subdued him again with her mesmerizing spheres.

‘My mind is being eroded by all the control/release she is applying.  I find it harder and harder to resist pleasuring myself or gaining back my mind even when she gives it to me.  I’m lost to her power to control me sexually,’ Steele said.  He did not add that he liked it, but what’s left unsaid is usually more powerful that what’s said. 

His hand mechanically went to his shaft and began, not in a crude way, but just the way she had guided it when he was first under her spell.  She smiled as she watched knowing if she’d left the procedure up to him he’d only ever spill once and that was not the outcome or the end game she wanted.  ‘Who better  than to teach a male about masturbation than a female, after all we are the softer sex and we know more about their bodies and how to get them to perform than they do,’ she thought as she watched him spill again in a great stream of energy draining ghism.

This time Roxanne did not cover up but encouraged him to continue.  ‘Come on baby, you can do it, make me scream in glory.  Yesssss, that’s it around the tip, bath me in pleasure until I collapse in your arms totally spent by your vigour!’ she honeyed as she watched him do what she commanded to his python.   ‘Very impressive and so fast, I knew you were a virile lover, you make me so happy!’

Steele still knew enough to understand what she was up to, but powerless to do anything about it.  ‘She’s going to pleasure me to death, death by my own had at the command of another person.  I need to resist and break her spell,’ he thought as he watched the last drips of his seed escape and his body relax just a little.

The sexy spy moved away again and covered up once more then exposed him to her deadly commanding presence.  This time she kept him under her spell of seduction for three sessions.  When she released him, he staggered toward her, she moved and danced out of the way, ducking and cartwheeling free of his swing arms, her laugh mixing with his pants for air and awkward lunging thuds of his legs upon the floor, but she cast her spell on him once more.

‘Not again! I have nothing left to offer and she knows that, my bodies in overdrive and still I can’t stop it, I must obey her commands, I want to obey her commands and make her happy,’ she mind said overriding his own thoughts and taking control.

Exhausted he fell to his knees after the first discharge.  She smiled and lifted his head up in her hands and stepped closer so he could keep contact with her dual hypnotic knolls. 

‘That’s excellent honey, god your amazing, faster and faster, make the room spin for me, push harder and faster, oh yes, almost baby almost!’ she voiced as he did her bidding and came his body jerking and his face twisting as he did. 

‘Give her what she wants, I must, I will make her happy even if it means death for me!’ his mind told him and his body accepted it as it worked harder.  ‘I’m all hers and I want to be,’ Steele thought with his last gasp of independence. 

She did not let up, a venomously honey voice lured him like a siren song and he came again and again, his body lathered in perspiration.  She could feel his heart pounding, his body straining to keep up with her commands, still she coated him in words of praise and he stroked himself again.  This time his whole body stammered and quaked. 

‘This is it lover, together, take me over the top, pin me to the mattress with your wand and fill me with all that fantastic magic inside you!’ she screamed in mock passion.  She pulled his face into her cleavage and buried him inside then while she whispered into his ear, her soft words and softer flesh exciting him to dangerous levels. His heart beat right through her body, she smiled and shimmied just a little, giving more encouragement, not that he needed any, her trap and her words was all that was ever required but she liked to spice up the game for herself.

His heart raced then just as quickly he slowed to a stop, only for a fraction of a second, she knew, she’d been here many times before.  That flicker of an instant between a dead stop and what came next seemed like an eternity, long enough for the victory smile to pose on her lips and her eyes to light up with triumph.

He thrust forward, his hips machine gunning as he released into the air all the strength he had left, his body twisted and pounded, then convulsed as she twinned her arms about his neck until he stilled.

‘Is that all you have for me lover?’ she cooed and released her arms.  He tumbled lifeless to one side, she looking at him for a second then retreating to the bedroom to clean herself up and change.

‘Nice place,’ she said sometime later as she emerged from the bedroom.  “I think I’ll put an offer in on it.  I don’t think the previous tenant will be getting back his cleaning deposit though.’