A pleasant warmth fluttered over him at the sound of her voice. Merry Christmas, Master.. Control me, command me, use me, ignore me... He was usually nervous about using his powers on her, but that sentence had dropped all his guards. For once, she was going to get 100% Vex.
He extended his arm and, in an almost gentle way, took control of her, forcing her to walk towards him. Once she was standing in front of him, the mesmerization dropped from her body and he took hold of her bound wrists in one hand. His other hand caught her chin, gently making her look at him as he told her, “Merry Christmas, Precious.” He kissed her softly, and then chuckled in a dark way, feeling newly-energized from having mesmerized her.
It felt strange, her body moving without her will. She wasn’t quite sure what Vex would like best: for her to be afraid of it, or to simply surrender to it, so she didn’t try to fight it, but she also didn’t try to suppress the little flare of fear it gave her. Anyway, when he kissed her the fear slid away to be replaced with quiet need. His laugh sent a shiver down her spine.
Oh, yes. This was what she had hoped for, when she planned this gift. That laugh, that smile; it made her love him even more. Someone who wasn’t afraid of their own shadows. “What is your will, Master?”
Vex’s famously devious half-smirk appeared on his face as he looked down into her eyes. “Follow me,” he told her simply, stepping back before turning to make his way over to the couch. He took a seat comfortably, and then nodded at the carpeted floor next to his feet. “Kneel,” he ordered simply, leaving little room for argument in his tone of voice.
Once she was knelt next to his legs, in front of the couch, the Mesmer guided her to rest her head against his leg. He ran his hands through his hair lightly, petting her in a way that thanked her for her gift. “You’re a good girl,” he purred contently, letting his fingertips occasionally pause to tug at her locks; he never pulled hard though, he knew she didn’t like her hair being used as a leash.
Truthfully, she had expected a little more by way of cruelty — well, perhaps not cruelty exactly, but domination through pain. He liked that, she knew. Not that she was complaining, especially not when he had her kneel and began to stroke her hair. She rubbed her face against his knee, eyes closing, and revelled in his touch. They honestly didn’t often get time to simply be together, like this. Not really thinking about it, she turned enough to kiss his knee.