His caress was strong. He traced his fingers along every curve of my body, as if trying to commit the landscape to memory. My back arched a bit at his lips on my nipples and then my neck before he whispered that he was ready.
Shoving him down, I slapped his hands away with my crop. 1...2...3...swats for him being a bad boy. He didn't get my permission to touch me. I shoved his face in between my breasts and held him tightly as he struggled. He finally begged for release and asked permission to get his suitcase.
Unsuspecting, I give him permission and turned my back to tighten the laces of my boots. He chuckled and told me that we'd finally have an exchange of power. Before I could respond and ask what he meant, a bright light flashed and I was watching almost everything around me grow monstrous in size. Including him.
He held what appeared to be a remote with a large speaker attached, and he looked almost as shocked as me that his plan worked. With my now tiny crop in my hand, I sat down, utterly defeated...
Just to hear him say, "and now it's my turn to play!"
I was about to learn the extent of his power.
To be continued...
