I took a deep breath, realizing all that made sincere sense. From this woman’s perspective, I was the threat here, and she was only meeting me under the terms that the threat I posed was neutralized.
Still…
I focused on her sympathetic green eyes. “Okay, look. I get it. I understand why she wants this to happen. But I’m also not going to just blindly place my life in this person’s hands, so…” I grimaced. “I’m going to have to do it. I’m going to have to make sure you’re being fully honest with me.”
Mrs. Rebecca immediately reached over for the mind stone…
Only to push it further away on the leather couch, her gaze firmly set on mine. “I understand.”
I sighed, feeling my body transform.
I then hesitated briefly, before focusing on her intently, unsurprised when her expression unexpectedly changed to one of awe, her pupils visibly dilating.
“Mrs. Rebecca,” I said firmly.
“Yes?” she whispered.
“This woman I’m about to see, is she controlling you somehow?”
She immediately shook her head. “No, but she’s also not someone I can lie to.”
I frowned at that, knowing she’d said as much before. “Is it because of magic?” I asked seriously.
She shook her head again. “It’s because she’s my mother, the woman who raised me.”
“Genetic control?” I said in disbelief.
“Respect,” she replied. “The highest form of respect I can offer. For me to lie to her would feel like lying to God, straight to his face. I’d never dare do it, no matter what.”
“So then, how did she figure out my secret?”
She sighed, still holding my gaze. “When I told her you were someone she might be hesitant to meet, she guessed right on her own, and I couldn’t respond.” She grimaced then, her green eyes looking pained. “I didn’t want to admit to any of your secrets, but I also couldn’t deny them either. Not to her. I’d lie to anyone else for you, but not her.”
I nodded. “And you truly believe she doesn’t want to hurt me?”
“Yes, I truly believe that,” she agreed. “More than that. I know it. She’s a very curious person by nature, and really the reason why she’s taking these precautions is only because I wouldn’t admit to her what you are.”
I frowned at that. “What do you mean?” I asked seriously.
She grimaced again. “Well, I’ve always told her what she wanted to know. Always. So the fact that I wouldn’t admit what you are has led her to believe you might be controlling me.”
“Oh shit,” I hissed.
She quickly continued. “I promised her you aren’t controlling me. And I even recounted the test I did, and how I used the mind stone to protect myself, but that you refused to try to manipulate me and left.”
“So you did confirm her suspicions then,” I realized. “That it’s something I can do.”
She was immediately apologetic. “I’m sorry, but she was already convinced at that point. I was doing my best to mitigate the situation before she came to incorrect assumptions.”
I nodded, taking a deep breath, only to focus on her again hesitantly. “And what about you?” I wondered. “After having done this to you just now, are you going to be able to forgive me? Are you going to trust me after this?”
She glanced away, seeming to really consider her response. “If it’s just this one time, and if you never do it without my permission, then yes.” She focused back on me. “I’ll hold no ill will toward you for this. I just hope you’ll be able to trust me from now on, without using this ability.”
“I want to trust you,” I replied gently, no longer using my compulsion, even though I was still transformed. “But it might take me some time.” I glanced away. “I kind of have trust issues to begin with, so my heart feels reluctant to trust you like I did before.”
“I understand,” she said sincerely, reaching out to rest her hand on my knee.
Instantly, it felt like a warmth was flowing up my leg and into the pit of my stomach, loosening my tension as my cock began to stiffen slightly.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” I whispered, suddenly not feeling like I was so opposed to taking a short break in her room before we left.
She gave me a confused look briefly, only to glance down at my lap, abruptly taking her hand back. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she replied, suddenly looking ashamed. “No, I wasn’t doing anything intentionally. I was just trying to show you some affection is all,” she added with a grimace.
I sighed. “Sorry. I think I’m starting to overthink everything. I just don’t want to be manipulated again.”
She focused on me with a nod. “Same,” she agreed. “I don’t like feeling as if someone’s manipulating me either.”
“Do you feel that way?” I wondered hesitantly.
She paused, her red eyebrows knitting together slightly as she thought about it. “Last night was…well, breathtaking. But with that, I also realize you did things to me, even if unintentionally. You made me feel passionate, beyond what I’ve ever felt before.”
I frowned, uncertain if that was something I should be apologizing for.
“So then?” I prompted hesitantly.
She sighed. “I think that as long as I can trust you, then I’m okay with a little bit of manipulation, since I have the same kind of problem, and it’s not exactly something you can control to begin with, and…” She sighed. “Well, I very much want to experience it again.”
“Me too,” I whispered. “And I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. I’m okay with you making me feel so much lust, although I’m not sure if I want to feel it right now. Like, kinda do, and kinda don’t.”
She nodded, giving me another sympathetic expression. “I understand, and honestly I trust and respect you even more for it.” She then smirked, seeming to lighten up some. “Like, I really kind of want to just jump you and get that wonderful cock in me again, but it also makes me happy that your life doesn’t now revolve around having sex with me, as it has done for so many men.”
I cleared my throat. “Umm, right,” I agreed, ready to change the subject. “So, I guess are you ready to tie me up?” I said playfully.
She grinned even wider. “Oh, I’ve been ready, baby boy. Let me grab the stuff, and then we’ll go to the garage to do it. The neighbors don’t live close enough that they’d see, but I don’t want to chance someone asking questions.”
I smirked. “No witnesses, huh? Dang, I definitely feel better now.”
She laughed, knowing I was teasing her, beginning to stand back up.
“Oh,” I quickly said. “And obviously both your daughter and my sister are really worried. Can you send them messages to kind of keep them up-to-date?”
She frowned at that. “Yeah, Gabby requested the same earlier, while you were on your way. I’ll have to keep it vague, but yeah, I can do that.”
“And you definitely aren’t leading me to my death, right?” I added, my tone still lighthearted, but still feeling nervous.
She laughed again. “Oh, baby boy, I want to keep you too much to let that happen.” She sighed. “And I’ll be honest with you. As much as I love the woman who raised me, I’d fight her to the death if she tried harming you.”
Dang.
“Wow, umm, thank you,” I replied in surprise. “That actually makes me feel a lot better.”
“Good,” she said warmly, reaching down to grab the golden antique comb with the amethyst mind stone. “Now, you wait right here while I grab the stuff, and then we can be on our way shortly.”
I nodded, leaning back more into the couch as I watched her walk around and begin heading upstairs. Taking a deep breath, I shifted back to my normal coloring and attempted to relax, realizing I did at least have one ace up my sleeve in the event that I had to defend myself.
Well, technically two aces.
First, I had my strength, which I knew for a fact Mrs. Rebecca didn’t fully comprehend, considering she sincerely believed that I wouldn’t be able to break out of handcuffs. Because I could, without a doubt. However, more importantly, I had an even bigger secret that Gabriella’s mom obviously didn’t know about…
I had wings.
And I could grow them very rapidly, allowing me to have an extra set of arms to stretch significantly further than my normal reach, in the event I needed to take action quickly.
Still, I couldn’t help but be nervous, especially when the unknown element of magic was involved. I just hoped this person was truly as good-intentioned as Mrs. Watson seemed to believe.
Taking another deep breath, I stood up when she came back downstairs about five minutes later, carrying a black leather bag, looking like it didn’t have much in it. I then grabbed the wooden chest, containing the letter and stone, and followed her through the kitchen for the first time, surprised by how nice and cozy it looked with all the gentle shades of mostly light browns and blacks, only to follow her out a glass side-door that led out into the warm April air.
At least it was a really nice day out, the sun high in the bright blue sky, with lush vegetation and fancy landscaping making the already nice space look even more enriched.
She then proceeded on a stone walkway leading to the garage’s side-door, holding it open for me, before turning on the lights once I’d stepped inside.
Holy fuck.
My jaw dropped.
“You have a Corvette?” I said in complete disbelief, staring at the cherry-red two-seater luxury car from heaven. There was also a very fancy four-door black sedan beside it, but it took backstage even though it was closer. And then there was an empty space beyond that, since this was a three-car garage.
Mrs. Rebecca chuckled. “Yeah, she’s pretty, isn’t she? I haven’t taken her out recently, but she’s fun to ride.”
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