Jasmine narrowed her eyes again at Daisy’s tone, but immediately saw the apology in her eyes. “Daisy…are you okay?”

Daisy’s eyes started watering as her emotions began to overflow. “Jasmine…please…please just answer the goddamn question.”

“Well…it depends. Like vampires and werewolves and any other creature of myth, it’s all just…different information depending on the source. But that does remind me of a really wicked thing I read about them. So incubi feed on, usually women, with the express purpose of taking their soul, right? But sometimes they don’t want to kill the victim. So they make them a thrall.”

“Thrall?” Daisy immediately snapped her gaze to Jasmine. “What’s a thrall?”

“Well, it’s kind of the incubus version of a vampire making another vampire or how werewolves do the same and zombies and so forth. But with incubi, they basically can make a someone their slave. Like…something in their saliva is so…potent and addictive that it makes an instant connection between the human and the Incubus. Telepathy, body control, all sorts of shit.”

“They could make it so you can’t orgasm?” Daisy asked, a dry venom clear in her tone.

Jasmine looked up thoughtfully. “Yeah…? Yeah! Easily. A thrall is basically the property of the incubus that made them. They could probably do the reverse as well and just make you cream your jeans with a look.” The more Jasmine talked about it the more her clear love of the supernatural came through as she became more and more excited, practically oblivious to the look of sheer horror on Daisy’s face.

“H…how do you…stop being a thrall?” Daisy asked, grasping onto the very faint string of hope.

“Why would you want to stop?” Jasmine teased playfully. “Did you miss the part about the orgasm eyes?”

“Humor me.” Daisy growled.

“Well either the incubus would have to release the thrall or he’d have to die.”

Daisy paused for a bit before finally asking, “How do you kill an incubus. Silver or something?”

“Holy weapons and artifacts, maybe? They’d have to be legit though. They’re demons. The thrall would have no way of doing it themselves though.”

“Why not?” Daisy whined.

Jasmine chuckled, “Because being a thrall makes them part demon. Same weaknesses. They wouldn’t be able to handle the weapons either, much less use them. Not to mention the incubus can read the thrall’s mind so…they’d know what the thrall was planning, even if they hired professionals to do it for them. Not to mention, if they really were professionals, they’d probably kill the thrall too just to be safe.”

‘Wow. Most of that was pretty accurate. I’m impressed.’ Alex’s voice sounded in Daisy’s mind again, causing her to jump up with a loud yelp. ‘Incubus hunters are a pretty expensive way to commit suicide. Have fun with that.’ And then all that echoed in Daisy’s mind was Alex’s laugh. It was not a friendly laugh either. It chilled her to the bone, forcing Daisy on the floor, hugging her knees as the tears began falling down her face.

“Daisy?! Daisy! What’s wrong? Did I freak you out? They’re fictional. You know that, right?” Jasmine asked, putting her arm around Daisy’s shoulders.

“It’s not fictional!” Daisy wailed, rocking back and forth. “I’m a fucking thrall! He’s in my head! He was just in my head!”

“Daisy…calm down.” Jasmine stated, reassuringly. “You’re going to be okay. Just…talk to me. Start from the beginning.”

Through the tears and the sobs and the frustration, Daisy spun her tale for her friend. Everything from Alex appearing in her bedroom to what had happened when she first heard him in her head. “So…I’m just thinking…fuck you, you can’t tell me no…and I tried for over an hour, Jazz. Over an hour! It’s like I can get to 9.9999999 of the way but I can’t get all the way to 10! It’s torture!”

The entire time Jasmine listened quietly, slowly twirling one of her long black pigtails around her finger, something she tended to do when she was focusing. “Okay…” She started, “So one of two things are happening here.”

Daisy sniffled as she continued to listen intently.

“One…Alex is an incubus, who made you into a thrall. In which case, you’re fucked. But maybe if we grovel before him enough then he’ll release you. Who knows? Or two… You feel really guilty about us giving him such a hard time. Between that and the stress from midterms and everything, your mind just made Alex into a literal demon bent on revenge against you. And everything else is just psychological fuckery that you’re doing to yourself.”

“But…I didn’t even know about thralls until you told me…” Daisy murmured.

“I woke you up that night, remember?” Jasmine pointed out. “You were having a nightmare. Maybe I just stopped it after the kiss part and the sex was coming, being more in line of what you think about incubi.”

“I guess…” Daisy muttered with a loud sigh.

“I could…help…you know…” Jasmine mumbled, avoiding eye contact and shifting her weight awkwardly.

“Help me kill him?” Daisy asked cautiously.

Jasmine’s darker skin tone gained a slight pink tinge as she shuffled more. “No…I mean with…the orgasm thing. Maybe…it’s psychological…so that…you can’t do it yourself. I could lend a…hand…with that…”

Daisy let out a small exasperated sigh. “We’ve been through this, Jazz.”

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed in disappointment, before she let out a short sigh in reply. “I know… I was just offering.”

“Desperation doesn’t change my sexual orientation.” Daisy stated with a smirk.

“Tell that to guys in prison.” Jasmine flashed a grin back.

Daisy stuck out her tongue. “Yeah, well I’m not in prison, am I?” But then a thought passed her mind and her expression immediately fell. If Alex was an incubus, and if she was a thrall, then she was imprisoned in a sense. She immediately gave Jasmine a disturbingly intense look. “Do it.”

“Excusemewha?” Jasmine stammered out.

“Make me cum.” Daisy repeated. “Do it. Do you need me naked or can I just take off my bottoms?”

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. To be honest, she’d playfully made passes at Daisy before. But she knew nothing would come of it so this whole situation just reeked of a trap. But Daisy saw the exact same thing from it and did her part to be convincing as she pulled off her pajama bottoms and her panties off in one motion and let them fall to the floor, spreading her legs for her friend to show her private entrance.

Jasmine visibly licked her lips as she took in the view. You could see the moment that she reached ‘fuck it’ and didn’t care if it was a trap anymore. Normally Jasmine was big on kissing. Especially with girls. They usually weren’t in such a rush to get their dicks wet metaphorically speaking, but in Daisy’s case, Jasmine couldn’t help herself. Daisy’s pussy was so wet and the smell of her immediately filled the room, driving Jasmine a little wild as her mouth seized Daisy’s offered cunt.

“Mmmmm!” Daisy let out a moan as she felt Jasmine’s tongue exploring her most intimate area. Jasmine’s experience in this matter was clear with every movement. All Daisy had to do was lay there and let the girl work. Every elated moan from Jasmine vibrated through Daisy’s pussy, driving her closer and closer to the release that she craved more than anything.

Meanwhile, Jasmine was enjoying herself almost as much as Daisy was. Daisy’s pussy tasted amazing and Jasmine couldn’t get enough. But it was also a bit of an ego trip if she were being honest. She could tell that Daisy wasn’t lying when she insisted that she was straight, but Jasmine had no problem either confirming that or preferably making herself an exception by giving Daisy the orgasm of her life. And Daisy was already close, Jasmine could feel her body tensing with the buildup.

Daisy cried out more as her legs trembled, whimpering and panting and thrusting while Jasmine’s mouth continued driving her closer. She sucked Daisy’s clit between her lips, using her tongue to rapidly massage little nub and reveling in the distressed pleasure of her writhing friend. Daisy was close. And the more Jasmine licked, the more she began to realize that Daisy had seemingly been close for a while now.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Fuck! O…oh…okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! I can’t take it anymore!” Daisy wailed physically pushing Jasmine’s head away, causing Jasmine to immediately relent and back away as Daisy let out a frustrated growl. “Goddammit!”

“I can try again.” Jasmine meekly offered, wincing slightly.

“It won’t matter!” Daisy whined, slamming her fists on the bed. “Whether you do it or I do it, he won’t let it happen! Being that close for that long is just…AAAAAAAAAGH!”

“Okay…okay. We’ll just…talk to him tomorrow. Maybe if we apologize to him, it’ll fix things.” Jasmine said, trying to be as calm and reasonable as she could with Daisy in front of her still nude from the waist down.

“Do you even think that’ll help?”

Jasmine shrugged. “If it’s all in your head, apologizing will make you feel better. And if Alex is an incubus doing this to punish you then apologizing is the least we can do to get him to release you, so…either way it’s necessary…”

“Yeah…yeah, that makes sense…” Daisy mumbled, hugging her legs.

“Do you…want to sleep here for the night?” Jasmine asked cautiously.

“Would that be okay?” Daisy asked, only now realizing how frightening that going to bed by herself was as a concept. She never knew when the voices in her head were her imagination and when they were him.

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Considering my lips still taste like your pussy, I seriously doubt it will make our friendship anymore awkward than it is.

“Thank you.” Daisy wrapped her arms around Jasmine in an embrace. “For this and the…help…”

“Don’t mention it.” Jasmine sighed as they laid down. “Um…you wouldn’t mind if…I got a nut real quick, would you?”

“Jazz…I mean this with love. But if you cum anywhere around me, I will choke you until you stop breathing.” Daisy grumbled, closing her eyes.

“The mental image of you choking me while you’re dressed like that is not helping.” Jasmine teased.

“I’m about to elbow you in the titty.”

“So mean.” Jasmine chuckled. “Night Daisy.”

“Night Jazz.”

***

The next day was a blur. It was like nothing mattered until lunchtime. Daisy actually wished that she had some classes with Alex earlier just so she could get this over with. Not that any of this really mattered. If he could read her mind then he knew that she wanted to apologize anyway. But Jasmine was right. There wasn’t much else she could do. She’d go insane if this kept up. She felt like she was going a little buggy in the head already.

Daisy almost didn’t care about her clique, but there was still some of her in the back of her mind who wanted to keep her popularity after this was all over. As lunch arrived, Jasmine joined Daisy’s side and the two of them went over to Alex’s table. They had every expectation that he would give them the same vaguely annoyed reaction that he always did when they approached.

This time however, Alex flashed them an amused smirk as he turned to Jasmine. “That was definitely not the first pussy you’ve gone down on. Not bad. Not bad.”

“Alex-” Daisy started.

“Shut it.” Alex ordered, not even looking at Daisy but the command was clearly for her. “I was talking to her. Speak when I give you permission.”

Daisy’s eyes bulged as despite the calm demeanor or his words, a wave of fear went through her body like none she’d ever felt and then suddenly she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Godzilla could burst through the ceiling and Daisy still wouldn’t be able to say a word about it until Alex said she could.

Meanwhile, Jasmine looked back and forth between the two of them before a sly grin crossed her face and she leaned forward, giving Alex an eyeful of tan cleavage. “Prove that you’re an Incubus.”

Alex shook a bit from his chuckle. “Like what? Show my horns? Wings? Tail, maybe?”

Jasmine’s smirk turned into a smile. “I know you probably don’t have any of those. But there’s got to be a way you can-” Jasmine’s eyes immediately widened as a grin crossed her lips. “You control Daisy’s body, right? Like you literally control it?”

“Of course.” Alex smirked back, clearly amused by the concept of whatever idea Jasmine had in mind.

Jasmine leaned towards Daisy and took three blonde strands of hair softly on her fingers. “Turn it…red…”

Alex chuckled and for the first time since they approached, actually looked at Daisy. And just like that the few strands of hair that Jasmine held began to change color, from the ends to her scalp, though the color wasn’t technically red.

“I like black better.” Alex explained, grinning ear to ear as he watched Jasmine’s gaze switch between him and the pigment of the recently changed hair in her hand. While this filled Jasmine with glee, it clearly worried Daisy who looked in horror at the strands of hair as her head snapped back.

As such, Daisy was looking at her three black strands of hair when Jasmine leaned sensually towards Alex. “Okay, I have a deal for you.”

“No.” Alex said back smugly.

“I haven’t even made the offer yet.” Jasmine huffed.

“You don’t need to. I know the look.” Alex replied, his eyes almost having an eerie glow about them. “You want to be my thrall in her place.”

“Mm?” Daisy took her attention off her hair at those words. She’d have been more verbal about that if she could have.

“And you’re turning me down?” Jasmine repeated incredulously. “Seriously? I see the way you look at me. Why not?”

“Because you want me to.” Alex replied with a wide grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Being a thrall isn’t supposed to be a punishment…” Jasmine sighed.

“And? Sex is supposed to be for procreation.” Alex stated. “We all find pleasure where we can. And when you get as old as I am, you have to get pretty…inventive to keep things interesting.”

“How old are you?” Jasmine asked, her interest piqued again.

Alex shrugged in reply. “Old. You stop counting after a few centuries. It doesn’t really matter.”

Jasmine’s eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly as she tried to form a reply. “Could…could you let Daisy talk with me for a second?”

“She can talk to anyone besides me all she wants.” Alex said indifferently.

“Thank you.” Jasmine suddenly pulled Daisy away.

Meanwhile, Daisy was freaking out. It was one thing to think that she might have been going crazy, but now she knew. Alex controlled her. Literally. Those three black strands of hair felt like they were burning her. And she knew that the sensation was all in her head. But it was proof that her body was no longer her own and she hated it.

“Daisy?” Jasmine called, seeing the panic in her friend’s eyes.

Daisy was too busy going through her hair to hear her friend, but as she found each black strand, she viciously plucked them out of her head.

Jasmine winced at the action. “…sorry… I just…thought that would be a good way to know for sure that neither of you could fake…”

“It’s fine. It’s fine.” Daisy repeated, her eyes a little too wide but clearly calming down. “But what the fuck was that back there?! I appreciate it and all but why would you want this?”

Jasmine gave a sly smirk but immediately tried to fight it back. “Well…I get why you hate it… That’s totally understandable. But for me, I don’t know, the idea of literally being owned by a godlike being sounds hot as fuck.”

“It’s not!” Daisy growled, stamping her feet. “It’s not hot at all!”

“Okay, okay. I get it. Calm down.” Jasmine urged placing her hands on Daisy’s shoulder.

Daisy immediately gave Jasmine a skeptical look. She knew Jasmine’s expressions and she knew when she had bad news. “Oh fuck, Jazz. What? What now?”

“Two things.” Jasmine started with a long sigh. “You’re not going to like either one. Firstly…you’re going to have to fuck Alex’s brains out.”

“WHAT?!” Daisy roared.

“Hear me out.” Jasmine continued cautiously. “He owns you now. And he’s not going to release you. He’s very old, so he’s very bored and you’re…well…you’re a new toy. So…”

“Let him play with me?!” Daisy growled furiously. “That’s your great plan?!”

“No. My great plan was to trade places with you. But that plan failed so…at this point all you can do is accept it or fight it…but…I’m not sure fighting someone who can read your mind and…control your body…is going to work out too well for you.”

“You think he’ll release me if I let him fuck me?” Daisy asked desperately.

“I don’t know.” Jasmine shrugged. “It can’t hurt. I mean…you should at least suck his dick or something. Make an effort. You really need him to stop hating you.”

Daisy just stared at Jasmine for a minute trying to find a flaw in her logic. “Goddammit!” She complained, throwing a slight tantrum. A tantrum that made her hair momentarily block her vision. Daisy immediately paused.

“Yeah…” Jasmine winced, seeing what Daisy was looking at now. “That…was the second thing…”

Daisy quickly took out her phone and turned her camera on to see herself. There was now a very noticeable black streak in her hair. Not just a few strands but a lock of it near the front. Jasmine displayed how well she knew Daisy as she covered her mouth right as Daisy let out a loud muffled scream.

“I’ll…I’ll…” Daisy fumed after she was released, balling her fists.

“Suck his dick.” Jasmine finished for her. “Like…literally the best head you’ve ever given. You need to do that pornstar shit.”

Daisy let out an audible growl. She flashed Jasmine a glare but quickly realized she was right. What could she do? Go to the police and tell them an incubus made her a thrall against her will? Because that would go well. Either they’d think she was insane or worse, if they believed her and had access to ‘professionals’, then she’d be dead. After another stomp, Daisy made her way back into the cafeteria and to Alex’s table.

Alex clearly knew what she was there for as he just gave her a smug grin. “Loving what you did with your hair.”

Daisy didn’t know what she wanted to do more. Scream at him or cry, but she couldn’t do either. “Alex…”

“After school, just try to find me. I don’t live that far away from here. You’ll be able to get there. See you then.” Alex stated, immediately getting up and leaving. Daisy tried to follow him but found that she couldn’t leave the seat.

“Well?” Jasmine asked, seeing Alex walk away.

“I can’t move from the chair until the bell rings. And he doesn’t want me to bug him at lunch anymore.” Daisy grumbled breathlessly. Daisy didn’t know how she knew all of that for sure, but it was clearly true as she shifted uncomfortably.

Jasmine was going to ask for more information but then she noticed the weird but slightly familiar way that Daisy was shifting her weight. “Um…Daisy?” Jasmine whispered. “Are you…cumming?”

“No.” Daisy whispered back, her eyes closed as she panted softly. “He still won’t let me. He’s just keeping me on the edge…”

Jasmine winced again, remembering how torturous Daisy said that had been the last time. “Will he-?”

“Jazz, shut up.” Daisy sighed, her body trembling as she gripped the table so hard that you could see the effort in her knuckles as she made short erratic breaths. “I’m trying not to make a scene…”

“Right…right…” Jasmine nodded as the bell mercifully rang and Daisy hopped out of the seat as fast as she’d ever seen anyone do it and quickly left the cafeteria.

Just as it was earlier, the parts of Daisy’s day that didn’t involve Alex seemed to be so insignificant and she didn’t like it. But focusing on class or whatever excuses Jasmine has made for her hair or the apathetic way of responding to her clique or even why they were talking to Alex at lunch, none of it mattered. Once class was over, Daisy said bye to Jasmine and just walked.

It was terrifying. She was very much a person who liked to have a plan. And here she was just walking to an unknown place with no idea of how to get there to fuck a guy she hated. He wasn’t wrong though. She knew where to go. It was an odd sensation. It was like going on autopilot as she walked to a familiar place, without it actually being a familiar place.

“You should smile.” A voice called out to her.

“What?” Daisy asked as she turned to realize that she was passing a construction site and one of the workers was talking to her. She recognized the site and where she was, though it wasn’t on the usual path from the school to her dorm. The man talking to her was an older man with gray peppered throughout his facial hair whereas the hair on his head was kept much shorter.

“You’re a pretty girl. You should smile.” He repeated with a leering smile of his own.

Daisy rolled her eyes and didn’t even bother to justify that with an answer. She didn’t feel like fucking smiling and some asshole old enough to be her father wasn’t going to make her. One guy forcing her to do things she didn’t want to do was more than enough. She was sure she heard him say something like ‘Feisty…’ But she couldn’t care less. She was almost there.

Eventually, Daisy came across a small house almost hidden by a wooded area that she hadn’t paid much attention to and only did now because she knew Alex was in there. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. A Dracula castle or something? A lava moat? It was just a house. It could have belonged to anyone.

Daisy found herself very self-conscious as walked up to the door. She wasn’t even sure if she should knock or not. He knew she was coming. In fact, she could sense that he knew she was there right now. But Daisy knocked regardless just because it seemed like the thing to do.

“Come in, slut.” Alex’s voice called from the other side of the door.

Daisy’s eyes immediately bulged and her face colored in embarrassment as her eyes narrowed in irritation. She almost didn’t go in, but…she had to, and he knew it. “I’m not a slut.” She grumbled, closing the door behind her as she walked in. Once again, she was surprised by how simplistic everything was. She stood in a small living room with a love seat and a recliner where Alex sat reading a book. There was a TV and a few bookshelves with a variety of books on them, but other than that, it was a sparse room. Even the walls were bare.

“Why are you here?” Alex casually asked, turning another page of his book. It took Daisy a second to realize what was different about his appearance and then she saw that his hair wasn’t in a ponytail anymore and he just had it down. It gave him somewhat of a more devil-may-care look.

“I’m…” Daisy started before losing her words. Her face only went redder as she began to fidget. “You know why I’m here.”

“To fuck me.” Alex stated matter-of-factly. “Or at the very least suck my dick. Would that be correct?”

Daisy stared at the wooden floor as she gave a subtle nod. “Y-yeah…” She hated this! She hated this so much. She wanted nothing more than to go home, but she knew she couldn’t do that.

“How well do we know each other?” Alex asked, turning another page.

“I barely know you.” Daisy murmured, thankful for such a less invasive question. “But you can read my mind so-”

“So, you’re coming over to my place. A guy you barely even know, for sex. And I’d say it’s fairly obvious that you desperately want me to give you an orgasm.” Alex sighed, speaking as if Daisy’s visit was the equivalent of jury duty for him.

“…yes, please…” Daisy grumbled through her teeth. He wasn’t exaggerating. Daisy wasn’t one for edging. The fact that she’d wanted to cum and couldn’t was driving her crazy and she was becoming rather desperate.

“And what would you call a girl who desperately wants sex enough to come to a stranger’s house? What would the term for that girl be?” Alex waited, as he continued to read his book before looking up when there was no answer, just glares. “This is my house. Therefore, it’s well within my right to kick you the fuck out if you continue to bore me.”

Daisy dropped her head, never feeling more humiliated in her life as the words left her lips. “Slut… I’m…a slut.”

Alex continued to look at Daisy, closing his book, an amused smirk slowly curling on his lips. “Try that again. You get one more time.”

Daisy wasn’t sure she could be blushing anymore if she tried. She knew exactly what he wanted from her and every cell in her body was fighting giving him that much satisfaction. But what could she do? Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she looked Alex in the eye and took a deep breath. “I’m your slut!” She finally growled at him. “I’m your slut! I’m your slut, okay?! Happy?!”

Alex grinned back before opening his book again. “Get the fuck out.”

“What?” Daisy gasped, her jaw literally dropping. “Why? I said it!”

“You growled it at me. Rude.” Alex had his attention back on his book, and Daisy knew that was it. She had his attention and she lost it that quickly and she wouldn’t get it back.

“I’m sorry!” She immediately pleaded. “Please let me try again! Please…let your slut…try again…”

“What part of get the fuck out wasn’t clear?” Alex sighed. When Daisy opened her mouth to beg again, he spoke before she could. “Keep it up and I won’t let you try again tomorrow.”

“Y…yes, Alex.” Daisy mumbled dejectedly. This wasn’t a thing that happened. Daisy wouldn’t say she was spoiled but guys didn’t turn her down, short of the few that thought she looked ‘too young’, like she could help how her face looked and that she was naturally petite. But on the whole, rejection wasn’t something that she usually had to deal with.

“People get to use my name.” Alex said, flipping another page. “You’re not a person. You’re a slut.”

Daisy winced, getting an idea of what he wanted and let out another defeated sigh. “…yes Sir.”

Alex smirked, but he said nothing else, no longer paying her any attention, leaving only one thing for Daisy to do. She went home to the dorm. She didn’t trust herself not to murder her ‘friend’ at the construction site, so she went back a different way. It was longer but she needed to fume anyway so it worked out. That was so humiliating! It took everything in her to go there and after making her call herself his slut, he kicked her out? What the fuck?!

When Daisy got back, she slammed the door behind her, drawing Jasmine’s attention. “Take it…things didn’t go well with Alex?”

“No Jazz!” Daisy roared. “Things did not go well with Ale-” Before she could finish her sentence, a pleasurable sensation started between her legs. Despite it starting well, Daisy knew how this would go from when Alex stuck her to the seat at lunch. “Sir! Sir! I meant Sir! I’m sorry! Sir! Please don’t-!” It was too late. Daisy fell to her knees as the wave of pleasure rose. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body shook with a need she knew wouldn’t be fulfilled.

Daisy let out a few whimpered moans as she was driven close to the edge but no further, but thankfully unlike lunchtime, it quickly faded and she was left trying to catch her breath. “I…want to cum so bad…” She murmured to herself, looking down at the floor, hugging her knees.

“Sorry Sweety.” Jasmine said, dropping down to give Daisy a hug. “What happened?”

“I was too rude about calling myself…Sir’s slut.” Daisy sighed, quickly realizing from Jasmine’s reaction that she would need more information, so Daisy went through the whole thing from when she first knocked on the door.

“Oh wow…” Jasmine gasped after the tale was told. “That sounds…so…”

“Jazz!” Daisy growled. “I’m embarrassed and depressed and ridiculously sexually frustrated. If you’re about to tell me that all of that is hot, I swear I’m going to rip your eyeballs out of your skull.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll keep my feelings about…Sir…to myself.”

“I have to call him that. You don’t.” Daisy groaned making her way back to her feet with Jasmine’s help.

“Well…I’m still working on Plan A. So every little bit helps.” Jasmine said with a wink.

Daisy was about to ask what Plan A was and then she remembered that it was for them to switch places and Daisy just rolled her eyes. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. Good luck with that.”

“And good luck tomorrow!” Jasmine called out after her.

***

The following day, Daisy took the longer way to Alex’s house and just like last time, she knocked.

“Come in, slut.”

“Yes Sir…” The thing that burned her even more as she went inside was how little that title bothered her this time. Sure, Daisy’s cheeks tinted a bit as she blushed but in the time she had to process it all, she found herself worryingly agreeable to the name. She told herself that she was just resigning herself to the inevitable, but…when she was honest with herself, she wasn’t sure anymore.

Once again Alex was reading. Upon a closer look, it was a different book this time, but she couldn’t make out the title. “What are you?” He suddenly asked, without looking up from his book.

“I am your slut!” Daisy quickly said, immediately straightening her posture for some reason despite the fact that Alex wasn’t even looking at her.

“And why are you here?” Alex asked, looking up from his book.

“To…” Daisy found herself blushing anew as she tried to think of a way to phrase it. “To…serve you, Sir… However you wish me to…”

“And how are you expecting to serve me today, slut?” Alex grinned behind the book, his gaze burning into Daisy’s.

“…sexually…?” Daisy mumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably.

Alex rolled his eyes and turned back to his book. “Boring. That was a boring answer.”

Daisy’s eyes shot wide as an honest jolt of pure hot fear went through her body as she had a mental flash of Alex kicking her out the previous day. “Your dick, Sir. I…was expecting… I… er… Your slut…wants…to suck your dick.”

“Heh.” Alex chuckled, no longer making eye contact as he turned a page. She’d clearly lost that privilege. “Well, you can’t suck it from over there, can you slut? Get over here and take it out.”

“Yes Sir…” Daisy agreed with a quick nod as she awkwardly made her way closer to him. With every step she made, Daisy trembled with anticipation…fear…anxiety…and maybe in the deepest recesses of her mind…a little excitement. But she chalked that last one up to her sexual frustration. She desperately wanted a release and Alex was the one holding the only key to that door. Of course, she’d be a little excited.

Once Daisy reached the recliner, she visibly gulped. She had glanced at his crotch and…well…she could see through his pants the outline of his cock going along his thigh. He was…not small…

“Of course I’m not small, slut. I’m an incubus. Now take out my dick before I change my mind.”

Daisy’s eyes bulged at the not so subtle reminder that Alex could read her thoughts, which made her even more self-conscious, but she quickly realized that she didn’t have time for that. “Y…yes Sir…” She said as she fumbled with Alex’s zipper and unbuttoned his pants, and even then having to reach down his pants leg to pull out his member. “Oh my God…” Daisy gasped open mouthed as she saw the length and girth of the only partially hard dick currently in her hands. “You ever thought about doing porn, Sir?”

“If I want your opinion or the abomination of what you call a sense of humor, I’ll make you say it.” Alex stated with an irritated sigh. “I’m fully aware I have a big dick. Are you just going to gawk at it?”

“No Sir.” Daisy quickly shook her head and turned back to the monster in her hands, giving the phallus soft strokes as it hardened against her palms. Despite being scolded for it, she couldn’t help but to stare. She’d never seen a cock that big in real life. Despite the pornstar joke, she was sure that Alex would even give them a run for their money. A part of her was even wondering if it would fit. But the more she watched the throbbing member, the more she didn’t care. And it wasn’t just the look of it. Just touching him was sending a low-level sense of pleasure through her. She didn’t know if it was because he was an incubus or because she was a thrall, but it was definitely there. It wasn’t enough to make her cum or her body’s pitiful attempts at the action lately, but it did feel good.

She could feel her wetness dripping down her inner thighs as her breath quickened. Her eyes widened as she saw a small bead of precum dripping from the tip. Her mind immediately flashed back to their first kiss and how she could taste him on her lips for the remainder of the night and most of the following morning. And that was just from his lips…

“Stop.” Alex said suddenly.

Daisy hadn’t even realized it until she obeyed the order, but she’d already moved his cock to her mouth and her tongue was less than an inch away from the precum that had caught so much of her attention. She looked up at him, her breath panting with need over his dick. “Sir?”

Alex returned her look once more, looking up from his book for the first time since she bored him earlier. “How badly do you want that dick, slut?”

Daisy could feel the heat rushing to her face. She was beginning to get it. When she had his attention like that, it was very momentary, and she needed to do everything in her power to keep that attention for as long as possible. And Alex clearly preferred more detailed answers. She didn’t know why she was being like this. She wasn’t exactly a prude. In fact, her mouth was filthier than most guys when it came to dirty talk but with most guys she felt like she had a certain level of control with them. It was much more likely that she’d be the one to say fuck it and leave them unfulfilled than the other way around. But with Alex, she was terrified that she’d say the wrong thing. But she also knew that saying nothing or being coy was even worse, so the words just rolled out of her mouth out of a feared necessity. “I want your cock, Sir. I desperately want it inside me. My mouth…my…pussy…wherever you want to put it, Sir. Your…cum…smells so…so…I…I want to taste it, Sir. Please let me taste it…” She moaned desperately.

“If you wanted it that badly…” Alex’s grin immediately turned sinister as he leaned forward. “Then you probably should have thanked me for the opportunity, you rude, entitled, selfish bitch. Get. The fuck. Out of my house.”

“Sir!” Daisy protested, her grip on Alex’s cock tightening. “Please! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t kick me out again! I’ll be good!”

“Let go of my dick. Take off your tights and your panties. Now.” Alex growled back.

Daisy gasped at the sudden order and not wanting to anger Alex any further did so with no hesitation. The moment his dick left her hands, whatever pleasure she was feeling from that immediately stopped, causing her to whimper. But as disappointing as that was, she still had an order to follow. She was still in her school uniform which consisted of a button up shirt and a skirt that should have run down to knee level but Daisy’s shortness tended to have it go down a little further. After kicking off her shoes, Daisy quickly pulled down her tights and panties in one go before stepping out of them and biting her bottom lip as she looked back over to Alex. It was very hard to look him in the eye with his cock out like that. She wondered if this is how guys felt all the time with cleavage. But she couldn’t help but to think that he was about to fuck her. Why else would he make her take these things off? And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the thought that he was about to fuck her was exciting.

“I’m not fucking you.” Alex chuckled darkly, moving his hair behind his ear. “I just want you to have to go home like that. You can put your shoes back on.”

“Sir!” Daisy pleaded. “Please don’t make me do that. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be better. I’m sorry…”

Alex’s grin only widened. “Now you have to go the short way. And if you see that nice construction worker, give him a nice smile.”

“Sir, please!”

“Okay…now…if he talks to you…” Alex looked up thoughtfully before turning his attention back to Daisy. “Not only do you give him a nice smile, but you have to flash him. I bet you have a very pretty pussy. Give him a show. Also, because you’re being a mouthy little brat, you don’t get to see me tomorrow. It’s the day after tomorrow now.”

“Yes Sir!” Daisy immediately answered, terrified of what would happen if she argued with him any further considering she was already mortified at everything that he just said. There was still clear protest in her face as her eyes teared and her breathing became erratic but there was nothing she could do. There was absolutely nothing she could do, and Alex knew it.

“That’s better.” Alex chuckled at the silence, turning back to his book.

Daisy let out a few ragged sobs as she wiped her eyes. So not only did she have to flash her pussy to a stranger, a pussy that was still super wet because of Alex, but she also wouldn’t see Alex outside of school for over a day. She could feel a twinge of pain inside from the thought of that alone. The construction worker thing was just icing on the bullshit cake. But she knew better now than to voice any of these complaints outloud.

“Good. Dumb sluts can learn. Out.” Alex repeated, turning the page of his book.

“Yes Sir…” Daisy mumbled dejectedly, giving Alex one last look. It also didn’t escape her attention that the entire time that he was humiliating her, his dick continued to throb, probably moreso than when she was actually touching it. But there was nothing she could do about that now but to leave. Outside, Daisy felt like she had never been more self-conscious in her life. It was like she’d forgotten how to walk. Every breeze seemed like it was going right up her skirt and against her pussy. Even with the skirt being longer than it would on most girls, Daisy felt naked. Like every person who walked past her could see her shame. It was probably the way that she was reacting that they were responding to, assuming it wasn’t all in her head in the first place but she went out of her way to avoid all eye contact and to walk as quickly as her terrified nervousness would allow.

She knew that most gusts of wind weren’t enough to blow up her skirt but it felt like every single one of them was an attack designed to make her flash everyone and not the guy that she had to flash. There was a single grain of hope that got her through each step. And that was the wording of the order. ‘If he talks to you’, It was a condition. If she could walk by the construction site without that specific guy noticing her or talking to her then she was fine. As long as this annoyingly windy day didn’t flip her skirt up then she was home free. But the closer she got to the site, the more scared she became. It was like her skin was on fire, especially her legs. It wasn’t even like it wasn’t common for her to wear a skirt without tights. Hell, she’d worn much shorter skirts without tights. She wore bikinis when she went to the beach. Showing off skin was a thrill. She liked feeling desired. But it was always her choice to do that. This wasn’t her choice. None of this was her choice.

Daisy wanted nothing more than to just run past the construction site, but she was more scared of what Alex would make her do if she disobeyed him. For all she knew, he was currently in her head right now watching everything she was doing and listening to everything she was thinking. She had to do this, or she might not see him again for a week. She couldn’t help but to think about how badly she wanted to cum. She never saw herself as that sexually needy of a person, but it was also never a problem when she wanted to get a quick orgasm here or there. She’d never gone this long wanting an orgasm, having the opportunitie”Hey there. Do I get a smile this time?”

Daisy froze. She didn’t even have to look or hear the actual words that confirmed that it was the same guy. She just knew. And what she wanted more than anything in that moment was to just curl into a ball and break down and cry. But those weren’t her orders. Quickly turning to face the worker, she flashed him a smile, reached down and pulled the front of her skirt up, showing not only him her pussy but the two guys next to him. And then she ran. She ran and she ran and she ran some more. She could almost feel Alex laughing at her in her mind but none of that mattered. She didn’t even bother to push down her skirt anymore. She just moved her legs and didn’t stop moving them until she was in her dorm again.

xxxxx

The following day at lunchtime, Alex was eating his usual sandwich when he saw a form sitting down across from him. As he glanced up, a small smirk crossed his face.

“Sir.” Jasmine huffed.

“You don’t have to call me that.” Alex replied, his smirk only further showing his amusement.

“But you like it when I call you that. Don’t you, Sir?” She accused.

“You’re not wrong.” Alex chuckled, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Sir…look…”

“I don’t care.” Alex interrupted. “I don’t care that she didn’t come to class today. I don’t care that she ran herself ragged after following my orders. I don’t care how hard she cried after the fact or that she did it all night. I. Don’t. Care.”

“Yes, you do.” Jasmine challenged, narrowing her eyes.

Alex chuckled again. “Allow me to rephrase. I have no empathy for her ordeal. Her agony amuses me. And only in that sense, do I care.”

“Look…I get it.” Jasmine sighed. “We were total bitches to you, and you’re this godlike being who loves taking us down a peg to prove how insignificant we really are. I get that. I really do. But Daisy isn’t a bad person.”

“To you.” Alex corrected suddenly. “She isn’t a bad person to you, and to a lesser extent, people who further her goals. But to anyone whose existence does not benefit her, she treats them like shit, and that is not a good person. I am in no way saying that I am a good person. I’m above that human morality shit, but I will say that she deserves everything she’s getting and that your sympathy is misplaced.”

“Then I do too!” Jasmine complained, reaching for Alex’s hand, which he casually avoided. “Why aren’t you punishing me too?”

“Silly girl.” Alex replied, grinning even wider. “I am punishing you. I read this thing somewhere. I no longer remember where it came from, but it went a little something like this. A true masochist will say, ‘Hurt me.’, but a true sadist will say…”

“…no…” Jasmine finished, comprehending her part of the punishment.

Alex winked back and turned to his lunch. “Now if that will be all, please allow me to eat my lunch in peace. I’ll see the slut tomorrow, assuming she doesn’t do something to piss me off before then.”

“Yes Sir.” Jasmine spat out like the word was a slur, knowing that she could get away with being a bratty all she wanted while her friend didn’t get the same benefit. Plan A was not going well.s to get said orgasm and yet still not having it. A small whimper escaped her lips.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE