[Text:] I’ll be there after work. ~Vex
It was later that evening that the Mesmer drove to her home. As he parked in the driveway, he stepped out of the car and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out. He knew that Summer disliked them, and he didn’t feel that the hassle was necessary tonight.
As he opened the door to her apartment, Vex blinked in surprise at the sight. His tongue ran idly over his lips as his brown eyes roamed over her appreciatively. Noting the ribbon that held her wrists together, and the way she bowed her head, a delightful smirk pulled at the corners of Vex’s mouth. “Well, ‘ello there,” he greeted with a purr in his voice, waiting for her to explain herself before he jumped on the opportunity.
“Merry Christmas, Master,” Summer said softly. She lifted her head just a little, just enough to look at him through her eyelashes, and lifted her hands a little, offering them to him. Offering herself to him. “This is your gift. You can do anything you want tonight. Anything at all. Control me, command me, use me, ignore me,” she couldn’t help the hitch in her voice there, and didn’t try.
The whole point was to lay everything she was, felt, her whole self, at his feet for this one night. Complete surrender; utter trust.
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?”