The Door

— So... I just have to go through that door?
— Yes. Take the time to reflect. As I told you, seventeen percent have never returned.

The man repositioned his glasses on his round cheeks.

— In short, we cannot guarantee your return.
— Yes, I got that.

A button on his desk starts flashing but he ignores it.

— I want to go.

He shakes his head.

— Don’t make hasty decisions here…
— I made my decision months ago.
— Well then…

He lays back in his chair.

— …You’re a responsible adult.

On the screen, he opens his calendar.

— In two weeks? The first day of the month?
— Right now, is it possible?
— Right away?
— How long does it take to go through a door exactly?

I’m so eager to go he seems excited.

— Well well...Ten to twenty minutes.
— Let's go now, we have time!

I get up and he does the same, mimicking me. 

— I have to tell my team. It's not a one-man job, you know.

He looks at me over his glasses with an eccentric face.

— What do they say about my project? What are the rumors these days?

Rumors were that Professor Buchanan, an ethically challenged scientist, had found a way to travel to a parallel world and was hiding in an undisclosed location. The use of Thorium has been banned since the Great Explosion of 2047 but he was using it and was hiding from the authorities.
Driven by an almost visceral urge to visit this new world to the point of dreaming about it almost every night, it took me five long months to find him.

— Not a lot of details, but the few people I’ve met who visited have described it as paradise.
— Paradise, eh? How about that!

He pushes a button with a mischievous smirk.

— Dranik, tell the team to meet me downstairs in five minutes. I'm bringing Miss Clingman.

Dranik replies, from where he is:

— They're on a break at this time.
— Well, find them and bring them back to the room immediately!

The blunt tone is justified. I've brought all that is left of my inheritance, which makes a hell of a buck for the professor if he lets me through the door.

We take an elevator down to the underground room, thirty-seven meters under sea level, he tells me. My ears take a hit.
The doors open onto a large room carved in the rock. There are a few desks and a control table worthy of a science-fiction movie. In front of us, an armored door.

— I thought it’d be more like Alice in Wonderland.
— Drink me! Eat me! he chuckles.
— Have you travelled through before, Professor?
— Of course !
— Didn't wanna stay there?
— Someone has to run the machine. Here, put on this bracelet.

He hands me the object, which I adjust to my wrist.

— What's this for?
— To find you if you get lost.

Two men join us and sit down at the desks on either side of the door. The professor takes control.

— Ready? Activation in 3, 2, 1...

There is a sound of explosion on the other side of the door. I glance at Buchanan. He is calm. The other two adjust levels at full speed. Their gestures seem to have been repeated hundreds of times.
 And then, after about ten minutes, the door finally opens in a cloud of smoke. I lean forward, impatient to see what is on the other side but you can't see anything, just a dazzling white light. I cover my eyes with my hand, I squint to see beyond but it's complete emptiness. The parallel world emits no image, no sound, nothing.

— What are you waiting for? says Buchanan.
— How do I…? Are we falling? What feeling do you…
— You won’t feel anything at all, it is as if you are continuing your step but in a different place. Go in with your eyes closed, if you prefer.

I approach the door. Even a meter away you can't make out what is on the other side. I close my eyes and take two steps forward. I already have one foot out when I hear Buchanan's voice from far away saying "Obey him and you’ll be able to come back." Fresh air and an immediate feeling of well-being envelop me.
When I open my eyelids, I'm in the middle of a street. There is no door behind me. The surroundings look like the old streets of New York or Chicago, but something is strange. I don't put my finger on it right away, but I feel the artifice, its synthetic vibe. Is it the air that smells like spring? The lack of imperfections in the asphalt? The perfect furrow of the clouds? The presence of sidewalks but the absence of vehicles? Or the… Oh!
It took a little time for it to finally jump out at me. Everyone here wears a ring around their neck, a thin fluorescent-colored tube. Yellow, red, green, blue, purple, pink or orange...
I stop a passer-by wearing a pink ring, putting my hand on her forearm.

— Excuse me miss… I wonder… What is this necklace?
— Why do you ask? You have a talys too.

I bring my hand to my neck and feel the glass tube under my fingers. I look down and notice it is a red one.

— What in the world…

Her face softens.

— Oh, you just arrived, didn’t you! Go to the intersection of Bussy and Rabutin. You will find a small shop called "The 8th Floor". Ask for Doctor Himeros. Say hello from Annabelle for me. I think...I hope he remembers me.

She leaves me here with more questions.
I try to remove my necklace so that I can take a closer look but there is no clasp, as if I had grown up with it.
I have to find this Doctor Himeros. I glance around to see where I am and see a flashing red dot in the distance. It floats about ten meters above the ground, right in the middle of the opposite road.

— Do you see that thing? That red dot there? I say to passers-by who ignore me completely.

I want to see more closely if my eyes are playing tricks on me. But the closer I get, the more the point backs up. And then suddenly it disappears and reappears at the end of another street. The point takes me to Rabutin street. Someone or something is guiding me and an "incredible!" escapes from my lips. I continue to follow it until the intersection with Bussy street. And there, as Annabelle told me, like a tiny little button right in the middle of skyscrapers, is the "The 8th Floor" shop. this old thing on this roundabout doesn't look like much but here I am like Alice, intrigued by so much mystery.
I walk over and push the door.
The interior is huge. It shouldn't fit in this tiny little shop, but with all the weird things going on, I almost don’t find it odd. Large red curtains adorn the walls of the room which would be empty if it were not for this leather armchair, majestically placed in its center.

— Doctor Himeros?

The "s" hangs in the air for a second, then I hear the sound of a microphone being turned on.

— Welcome, Lizzie.

A calm, warm and masculine voice fills the room. By reflex I glance behind me but I'm still alone.

— You know who I am?
— Sure. The scanner at the entrance of this world lets me know who's coming.
— I was scanned?
— Everyone who enters is. We dismiss people who may interfere with the proper functioning of our system.
— What do you mean?
— Those who arrive with a white talys won’t benefit from this world, it’s safer to send them back immediately, to ensure everyone here has the best possible time.

All this seems to amuse him a lot because I can hear his smile through his voice.

— Why is mine red? What are these colors for?
— It’s meant to expose the nature of your desires. Desires have different wavelengths. Yours are red.
— Are people here to find love? I’m not here for...
— Who said you were here to find love?

Once again I hear the amused tone in his voice.

— Lizzie, you know why you're here, don't you?
— Because I wanted to discover a new world?
— You’re here because you followed a dream.
— I followed a dream?
— Do you remember someone with goofy grey hair referring you to a doctor about a year ago, when you were feeling a bit down?

It is crazy for a complete stranger to know about this.

— He prescribed you anti-anxiety medication, didn't he?
— Yes but how…
— These were actually synthetic dreams. Dreams were telling you to visit this world, correct?

I drop into the chair. Am I dreaming, right now? Everything seems real but this story is so grotesque. I question my own will to come here, all these choices I've made for months.

— Why would anyone want to control my dreams? Bring me here?
— This is what you need to find out...

As I remain silent, he continues.

— I feel that your curiosity is already taking over. This delights me. We like curious people here.

He is laughing at the situation. In another context, I would undoubtedly fall under the spell of this voice but I am in shock and the questions are jostling in my head.

— Who are you?
— You'll find out sooner or later, don't be impatient.
— And now, what am I supposed to do?
— Now go find out what our world has to offer.

He cuts the microphone and I find myself in complete silence. Why would anyone want me to end up here? All of this makes me anxious. It was well worth the change of scenery...

I leave the shop. When I look up, I notice, a few meters above me, a small flying object that seems to follow my movements. That's when I remember the bracelet around my wrist. It surely is Buchanan and his team making sure I’m not getting lost.
I turn in circles. I don't have a map of this world but it looks like it's only five blocks. Just enough to have a few buildings, a little park, a few shops, a pinch of people. How can we get lost here?
I am sitting on a bench, watching all these childless people pass by, wondering why some call it a paradise when a young man with a red talys sits next to me.

— Are you new here? I've never seen you before.
— Ah, I see the flirting methods are a bit the same here.

He shakes his head.

— I'm not here to seduce you. I came to get you.
— To get me? Did Buchanan send you? I am not lost. I mean, I don't think I am...
— No, it's not Buchanan. You are expected in the Black Tower, he says, pointing at it.
— What's going on in the Black Tower?
— I was just told to come get you. Follow me?

It's not like I have anything else to do. I get up and follow him. On the way, I ask him what his days are made of. He replies that he only appears in this world when Maestro needs his services. An image comes to my mind. A dream image, no doubt. A man passes in front of several women, inspecting them. I only see bodies, no faces. Each woman is dressed in the same color as their talys. For some reason my body seems to like this picture. The closer we get to the Tower, the more flashbacks flood my mind. The man brushed against the fabric of my bra. The memory is so strong that I feel a sensation very close to a real touch. The little flying object stops at the front door. We enter the Black Tower and once in the elevator the man asks me if I'm okay.

— Don't be afraid. Nothing bad will happen to you.

No matter how much he wants to reassure me, his words have the opposite effect. Something's going to happen to me, just nothing bad.
Once we arrive to the floor, the elevator doors open and he motions for me to exit. He stays in the elevator and I barely have time to say "Aren't you coming with?" that the doors close and he goes back down.
I find myself in a dark-colored hall, illuminated by dozens of small ceiling lights, facing an oversized mahogany door.
I approach it and I’m getting a little agitated. I take a deep breath. I am about to knock on the door when a familiar male voice emerges from the walls. “Come in”. The door opens on its own, slowly, unveiling a large room with black walls, floors and furniture. At the back of the room, a man in a midnight blue 3-piece suit is seated in an armchair, arms on the armrests, legs comfortably apart. A mask made with simple curves covers the top of his face.

— Come closer, he invites me.

I take confident steps, although I am not. Once I face him, he stands up and approaches closer to me. My eyes wander on his cheekbones, his smooth chin, his thin lower lip. His scent awakens my senses. Can the olfactory memory of a dream exist?

— I feel like I know you, I say. Is that the case?
— Sort of.
— Doctor Himeros?

He stifles a laugh. This world is too mysterious, they are all going to drive me crazy.

— Don't be nervous. Everything will be alright.
— Who are you? What do you want from me?

He runs his hand over my talys. Doing so, he brushes my collarbone with his fingertips and sends a shiver down my spine. His intense eyes behind the mask come back to mine.

— Take off your clothes, he says calmly.
— I’m sorry?

He returns to sit across from me. I'm not the type of woman who takes orders from anyone, and yet the way he talks to me seems to send some heat between my thighs. Seated in front of me, he stares at me again, patiently waiting for me to comply. It's ridiculous. Stripping like this? For a stranger? My desire quickly mingles with apprehension. I'm not in a different world to act the same as before. Curiosity wins out.
I unbutton my blouse, then uncover my shoulders in a slow and somewhat clumsy gesture. The only noise in the room is the fabric rubbing over my skin. I drop the blouse onto the floor. His stillness and silence impress me. My heart is racing. I unhook the back of my skirt and slide it down my legs. He follows my movements with his eyes and it's when I fully stand up that he looks me up and down, slowly, savoring every curve of my body.
He stands up, approaches, then grips my jaw with a firm hand. He comes so close that a kiss seems inevitable. But he doesn't lean for one. His gaze fixed on mine, he leaves me in suspense for a few seconds, while his hot breath on my lips makes my body dripping with obscene envies between my legs. His eyes narrow. He gives a trivial lick on my parted lips. The sweaty heat of that foreign body against my face finishes to put me on fire. My stomach twists with the urge of a deep invasion. The face still gripped between his fingers, my breathing becomes hungry. I would like that mouth to come down on my body, that tongue to explore between my thighs. He lets go of my face and sits back down.

— Come back tomorrow.
— You… leave me like that?
— Like what?
— What do you mean like what?
— Is there a problem?

My eyebrows straighten. His serene expression makes me doubt everything that just happened. Did I dream that too?

— Are you telling me you’re excited, Miss Clingman? he says astonished.

I never had to say out loud how I felt when it seemed obvious. I nod, still a little embarrassed by my sudden heat.

— That would surprise me a lot and I’ll tell you why.

He walks over again and strokes the talys around my neck.

— This, you see, contains all your desires. They’ve been extracted and are now preserved in the talys. You shouldn't feel excited.
— You don’t believe me?

His voice, his perfume, his delicate gestures intoxicate me. Does he not see it? He runs his tongue quickly over her lower lip, perhaps unconsciously. His mouth, now shiny, tempts me even more.

— Take off your panties and give them to me.

I may be in a different world, but I still have some modesty left...I shake my head. He holds out his hand.

— Take them off right away and give them to me.
— Otherwise?

He takes my arm and pulls me to him. The distance between our mouths is paper thin. The surprise of his hand between my legs makes me open my mouth wide. He resumes, speaking even more quietly, as if we weren't alone in the room.

— Don't be impolite.

His gaze turns black. The more he lectures me, the more he turns me on. He grips me tightly.

— There are two or three things I could put in your lovely mouth to calm this insolence.

If he thinks he's dissuading me, he's wrong. My cravings are streaming through the fabric now and there is no doubt he can feel it with his fingertips.

— You will have to review your attitude, he says.

He takes his distance.

— Go back to Doctor Himeros.

He disappears through another door at the end of the room. The goujat leaves me stranded with a monumental desire.
This world is too much for me...

I get dressed, go back down, get out of the building and follow the red dot until Bussy and Rabutin intersection with the firm intention of returning to the world I come from.
I enter the shop again, less surprised by what I find then.

— Doctor Himeros?

The microphone turns on and the warm voice reappears.

— Lizzie.
— I’d like to return to my world now.
— Come on, you've just arrived.
— Precisely! I've just arrived and I’ve already found myself half-naked in front of a complete stranger.
— Speaking of which, let me recalibrate your talys.
— Let's talk about it, it seems that...
— Don’t move.
— Are you do it right now, just like that?
— Yes, stay still.

I don't move any more.

— Apparently, I shouldn’t feel any desire? A world without desire, what a drag…

I hear him laughing heartily.

— Tell me who he is. What does he want from me? If you don't answer, I'm leaving.
— It's up to him to reveal his identity. Just know that he created this world.
— Buchanan created this world.
— No, Professor Buchanan found a way in, but he didn't create it.
— You know, you have similar voices than him.
— Nonsense. Finished. It should be working now.
— What's his name?
— The master of the game? We call him Maestro, but you know that already.

An image of the man in the mask flashes into my mind. He is above me, naked, thrusting in me with lust in his eyes. The surroundings are bright white, almost blinding. This image lasts a few seconds, just enough to give me some sensations, the desire to stay, to be touched, to be penetrated...

— I don't think the talys is working, I say.
— Did you just have a mental image? Nothing alarming.

Does he even know the image turned me on?

— You can leave at any time, but it would be a shame to give up what awaits you, believe me. Go back to Maestro.

The image returns. His mouth is wide open, I hear his groans, I feel his movements in my body...It's too much. I need to go back to the Black Tower.

The small flying object follows me again. What a strange world...

— You'll have a lot of explaining to do, Buchanan! I say to it, hoping that a microphone is hooked to the object.

I arrive at the Tower and it stops once again in front of the door like a good little doggie. I take the elevator and hit the "8" button like the man had done earlier. I don't know what this master of the game is playing to, but I won't walk away without answers this time around.
Doors open onto the mahogany door. I'm not knocking, I'm going straight in. And he's there, sitting in the same chair, in the same position, with the same mask.

— Do you stay like this all the time or did you know I was coming back?
— An intuition.

I approach and stop two meters from him. He stands up.

— I will not undress this time, be sure of that, dear Master of the Game.

He doesn't let my sarcasm disturb our conversation.

— Don’t say anything until you have visited the pièce de résistance...

With one hand behind my back, he invites me to follow him. His voice calms me so easily. He bewitches me as soon as he opens his mouth. I gladly follow him in the other room.
We walk through a door and find ourselves in an equally large room, bright white, as if we were moving from night to day. There, stand in a row six women in underwear matching the color of their talys. Blue, pink, yellow, green, orange, purple. They smile, each one more beautiful than the other.
He invites me to stand next to the woman with the blue talys and then he stands in front of us.
Being fully dressed while they are half-naked almost makes me want to undress so as not to denote.
Behind us is an oblong cabin, about two meters high by four meters long. A round door, similar to a ship hatch locks each end.

— What is this thing? I say.

The women quietly snicker.

— You'll find out soon enough, he says.

All these laughs intrigue me. Now no matter what happens, I want to know what this thing is used for.
He goes to meet the first young woman in the line. She looks him straight in the eye, as if trying to seduce him, without a word. Then he goes to the second. She does the same. He, behind his mask, looks at their necks with interest. He goes through them and finally comes to me. His eyes wander on my body. As if the lack of clothes was the norm here, mine now appear indecent to me. He insists with his gaze, I can feel it, that I comply with the custom but I do not want to go back on my words. He runs his fingers over my talys.

— You said you wouldn't take your clothes off, but would you let someone do it for you?

His voice spins in my head like an incantation. His hand brushes my skin again. I feel the heat under his fingers. I would love him to unbutton my blouse without having to ask him.

— Tamara! he says, nodding to tell her to come over to me.

The young woman in the blue talys approaches in a graceful movement, a benevolent smile on her lips but her eyes full of mischief. She undoes the first button and I feel a hot flash rise between my thighs. She is delicate, meticulously undressing me. My eyes navigate to her chest. Goosebumps can be seen on the discreet curve of her breasts. She then pulls the blouse down my arms, moving closer in the same gesture to make sure to slide it all the way down. Tamara smells of jasmine. She laughs when the blouse gets stuck at my wrists. She pulls the zipper of my skirt down behind my back then crouches down in front of me, gripping the fabric at my hips and pulling down slowly, witnessing what she uncovers with great care. I tremble with excitement. Her eyes move up to mine, she smiles at me, then gets up and walks back to stand among the others.
Now I find myself undressed, I realize the red of my underwear completes the color collection.

— A woman for each day of the week, huh? I say.

The Maestro's smile tells me that I haven't fallen far from the truth. He approaches me again and puts his hand behind my arm.

— Would you like to follow me now into the Commistrium?

The urge to know more about this thing creates an exquisite ache in the pit of my stomach. I follow him without hesitation. He unlocks one of the doors by making a full turn of the crank. He pulls the door towards him and the sound of streaming water comes out of the cabin. The interior is cylindrical, just as bright as the room. The walls are smooth. A fine stream of clear water flows on the ground.

— After you, he says.

I climb inside. He follows me. The woman in pink closes the door behind us. The noise from the outside is immediately muffled once the room is closed. Valves of fresh air open and classical music comes out from who knows where.

— I hope you trust them, I say.
— They like my presence enough. They wouldn’t want anything to happens to me.

He takes off his jacket, taps the wall twice. A metal hook comes out of it and he hangs his jacket over it.

— Lie on your back, he says.

I hesitate for a moment to be in the water, but luckily the water is as hot as the sensation between my thighs. I find myself alone with a complete stranger, in this closed place. The desire suddenly rises.
He undoes his shirt, takes it off, finds himself shirtless in front of me and that's only when I realize I am at the last level of the game with the Master of the game.

— Lie down completely on the floor, he says.

I lie down completely. The talys in my neck ends up in the water and within seconds what I thought was glass dissolves to the point that it is now possible to remove it from my neck. The red liquid mixes with the water.

— Did I break it?

He doesn't have time to respond before a feral desire completely overwhelms me. I suddenly want fingers, cock, ejaculation, breasts, mouth, tongue, skin, smells, screams, bites, submission, invasion. All at the same time, as if my survival depended on it.

— Oh...Take me! I say getting up and resting my head against his crotch.

I feel his erection against my cheek, under his pants and my breathing quickens, I almost lack of air. All my desires surface at the same time and descend into my panties in a torrent of sensations that puts me on the verge of orgasm. I throw myself on his zipper. I'm so fast he doesn't have time to push me away. I pull his cock out and put it in my mouth before he asks me not to. I know why he brought me here for, he won't hold it against me. I suck on it like it's going to be extinct. The excitement is so great I could devour it if I didn't want to feel that bulging head deep inside me. I hear a few satisfied groans that drive me even crazier. The urge for release is so intense that I begin to jiggle, to caress myself between my thighs and he stops me by grabbing my wrist.

— Get on your back, he says.

I do so on the spot. He walks over, grabs the elastic of my panties, pulls them down my legs and throws them behind him. I don’t wait for him to unhook my bra, I do it myself, too impatient for his assault.

— Spread your legs.

He doesn't have to ask me again. My modesty is out the window. He taps twice on each of the walls. Small hatches open and he deploys two kinds of stirrups on which he fixes my legs. He doesn't hide his smile when he sees me like this. Offering him this view turns me on more than reason. He does the same for my arms by hanging them on metal ties that he also pulls out of the walls.

— You don't need to bind me... I am yours, completely yours... Come fill me...

He takes off his pants, everything else, finally finds himself naked too. My sex drips, shouts its desire to be invaded. He knocks on the door, which opens again. He's pointing at something. Tamara enters the Commistrium. She looks at me, sees how offered I already am.
The door closes. She placed herself between my legs. My body reacts as if it wanted to. Do I want to? She removes her bra, freeing her small breasts. She leans over and kisses me. Her tongue, her lips are so soft… She rubs her chest lasciviously against mine. My nipples harden. Her hands get lost in my hair. She begins to moan and her pleasure adds to the pile of my desires. I open my eyes and that's when I see Maestro is taking Tamara from behind, her lips still on mine. The image is so salacious that I am right on the edge. Tamara's fingers delicately search my privacy. He slams her ass and she moans again. She then takes some water in her hand and carries it over her talys, which melts in seconds. The blue liquid comes out, falling in droplets on my stomach. She rolls her eyes, in the grip of her own demons, and she begins to move against Maestro's body in search of her happiness. She moans louder, then puts her head between my legs. There, she eats me as if I was going to disappear from the menu the next minute. Her tongue is hungry, the sensation is divine. I wave as best I can on her greedy mouth. My pleasure is near. But Tamara suddenly stops. She unhooks my legs from the stirrups and comes to lie on me, rubbing her pubis against mine. I would love to participate but I think I would come way too soon. He takes her from behind and now I feel each thrust through her body. She no longer cares about me. She wiggles her hips to find her pleasure, her breasts swing with every move and then she suddenly shuts her eyes, opens her mouth wide but no sound comes out of it. She rubs faster on me and then she starts screaming, breathing loud. Seeing her come turns me on even more, as if it was even possible.
She regains consciousness and gets up, as if her task was done. Tamara gets out of the Commistrium, leaving me with my unfulfilled needs.

— I didn't know you liked women, he says.
— In all honesty, me neither...

He walks over, kneels down with his cock stiff with desire, part my legs with his hand and introduces a finger in my hole in a doctoral fashion.

— I am very demanding, he says. And very playful.
— I noticed.

His pinky is seriously approaching my other hole.

— I like the idea of ​​possessing, in every sense of the word, what I desire.

He taps the wall twice and pulls out a small phallic-shaped object at the end of a chain. He licks the end of it and gently pushes it in my ass. It feels so good I could cry.

— I didn't think, he continues, that you would be so...
— Oooh hmm yes...
— … So quick to submit, so easy to penetrate.
— Give me your cock, please...

He stirs the object in me. He's going to drive me crazy.

— What do you want? I say no longer holding it. Do what you want with me! Tell me! Tell me everything
— Well, to tell you the truth…
— Yes…Yes… Tell me… Anything…

He stops in his tracks. He sees the desire deep in my eyes and he seems delighted.

—...I would like you to beg me to take you.

That's all? Was it that hard to say? Isn't it what I'm doing right now?

— Fuck me, I beg you!

He shakes his head.

— No. See, I would very much like you to do it by calling out my name.
— Fuck me, Maestro, fuck me!
— Maestro is not my name.
— Tell me your name, I’ll beg you all you want!

He grabs my hips and pulls me back to him. His cock pointed at my door. He doesn't seem determined to give it to me yet so I get closer as best I can. The tip goes in slightly, just enough to give me a taste of it and it’s driving me insane.

— You're impatient.
— I've already waited a long time! I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fill me…

He enters a little more inside me and comes out, playing with my nerves, entering again the next second, not missing any reaction of frustration and pleasure on my face. And then, in one movement, he penetrates me to the hilt and I let out a cry. Seeing the pleasure on his face puts me on the edge. He takes his time, pacing back and forth in my body lasciviously.

— Harder!

He doesn't do anything about it, he keeps moving slowly inside me, a smile on his face.

— I beg you...Whoever you are, fuck me!

He lies down on top of me and, without taking his eyes off me, removes his mask.
It takes a few seconds for me to realize who is in front of me. He's changed, he's grown, but the features are familiar. I find it hard to understand what's going on, how it's possible, how he can end up here… It must have been twenty years….
His smile widens. It’s him, the teenage daddy’s boy I babysat so many years ago, that I caught masturbating on a photo of me taken at my prom, who then asked me out in front of my friends once he came of age, to which I laughed and replied "Never in my life".
How did I not understand immediately when I heard the term "Master of the game" and "Maestro"? This was his favorite role-playing game, he was obsessed with it.
He’s between my legs.
He’s moving… Oh so well…
He sees the surprise in my eyes and gives me bigger thrusts. He’s going deep inside me and my desire rises. Months, years even, that he's putting it all together. He busy himself in my body, eyes full of vices and satisfaction. His madness turns me on. My sex tightens around him, sucks him in with each of his comings and goings. He's on the edge too. I can't believe what's going on. The look of this frustrated man turns me on so much… I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I can't help but a few moans which I'm sure delight him.
He stops short and pulls out.

— No! I say.
— Beg me.
— Take your revenge, Greg! Come and fuck me, I want your cock so bad!

He’s satisfied with my answer. It’s totally genuine. I have the sudden urge to close the loop, I want him to spit all his frustration inside me, I want my body to receive his full punishment.  
He shakes his head, as if surprised by so much docility. He comes closer and penetrates me again at full length, in a groan coming from far away. He moves faster and I watch him. His face twists with pleasure. He's already close to cum.

— Oh Greg… You’re gonna make me cum…

I can feel him feverish, he jerks into my body in an animal way. Imagining him ejaculating inside me makes me come alive. My body slips and recoils with each of his thrust. He gives me one last shot, stirring inside me even more furiously.
When he comes back to himself, he looks at me full of pride, as if he had just soiled me, as if to tell me I was wrong, that having created this world was justified. I don't know if I was wrong but right now I just really want him to make me cum. While he has already slowed above me, I rub myself against him as best I can. His arrogance is visible. He's not going to do anything to help me. He prefers to watch me struggle. The combo of his gaze and the micro-movements finally send me over the edge. He doesn't miss a thing, he watches me take my pleasure with a smirk. I have the full weight of his body on me and I am making myself come, in divine spasms. He pulls on the chain and the object out of my hole with it just as my muscles contract around his cock. My feet arch, everything gets fuzzy in my head for a moment and I finally breathe out like I'm taking my last breath.
The teenager finally fucked his babysitter. What a happy ending!

— I'll keep you here for a while I think, he said getting up.
— What for?
— Tied up, just like that, available for all my twisted fantasies.

His gaze darkens.
"Obey him and you’ll be able to come back." said Buchanan.

Well… Do I really want to leave anyway after such promises?


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