“Yes, yes, I agree. You should trust your family – for the most part.”
That last part sounded ominous, leading me to believe all was not well in the Wilkens household, but I didn’t want to pry – at least not yet.
“So, back to what I was saying. Where is your mother?”
“Oh, she is in the bathroom. I’d guess she wasn’t expecting you this early. You were her two o’clock appointment, right?” I looked at the computer monitor, acting like I was verifying if he was on her schedule.
“Yes, I had free time, so I came early. So, I can assume she’ll be joining us presently?” ”
“Don’t know; you know how women are. So, what’s the nature of your appointment?”
“We have some business to discuss, obviously. The Silas House, among other matters.”
That caught my attention. The Silas house was a famous Victorian-style mansion that sat just outside of town. It was massive, and so was the property attached to it. It was fabled that it had been built by one of Morrison’s founding fathers, Edward Silas. He’d struck it rich when his family had begun harvesting timber and granite from the forest and quarry nearby. With all that money, Silas had built an opulent mansion in the middle of the forest, well outside of town. It actually kinda looked like Collinwood Mansion from Dark Shadows. Mostly due to its size, it had been impossible to maintain. Eventually, the family had died off, and the property had been left unattended for decades. Like he had with so many other properties in and around the town, Tom Wilkens had swooped in and bought it – possibly for dirt cheap, though I didn’t know for sure.
“Took a lot of time and money to fix the property up,” he continued, “and the house itself still needs work. Luckily I have a buyer lined up, and I want your mother to head up the sale. She is the best, after all. She really knows how to squeeze every last dollar out of people, and leave them smiling.”
“Naturally,” I agreed, trying my best to ignore his subtle jab.
“Anyway, I’m here to discuss plans moving forward, and… negotiate her commission.”
“Alright, and when you say negotiate, that would entail…?” I put a bit of a hard edge into my words, subtly telling him that I did not like what I was hearing – or, as far as he knew, thought I was hearing.
“That is for me and your mother to discuss. Privately. As in, she arrives, you depart, kid.”
“Depart? Why would I ‘depart?’ If I’m planning to work at my mother’s company, especially as her accountant, then I’m going to need to know all about her various dealings – including this one.” My face dropped into a scowl. I was showing him that I was not backing down. “Besides, we have other important matters to attend to. Since you are her two o’clock appointment, and it is only 1:40, why don’t you wait outside, and we’ll call you when we are ready?”
That seemed to tick him off, as he dropped all the pleasantries. I guessed he didn’t like that someone was blocking him from getting laid. I could relate.
“Listen here: I’m a very busy man, with a lot of things to do today. Now go get your mother, and then get lost. We have business to discuss.”
“And she is a busy woman. So if you don’t mind, I have to balance these books. We’ll call you when we are good and ready.”
“You little punk. No one talks to me that way. Nobody. If Big Willie wants something, then Big Willie gets it. You know, I own this town, I own the city council, I own the school’s dean. I own your Mo…”
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” I commanded, using my unique skill to forcibly control him.
Normally I would have eased into it, but that time, I forced my way into his brain like a battering ram, shattering that glass-pane barrier that all people seemed to have protecting their minds. I didn’t care. He’d baited the demon with his threats and his talk of ownership, so the demon was what he was going to get.
“Now you listen here, and you listen well. You do not own my mother – not anymore. She is mine. She is mine. You will not threaten her, you will not touch her, you will not even look at her. You will not look at any of my women unless they or I permit you to. You’re our bitch now, understand?”
I wasn’t just talking. I was commanding. He put up some resistance, but his willpower was not as strong as mine. Once they finally set in, all he did was comply.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now for your punishment. Ladies?”
The door to the bathroom opened up and both of my slaves came walking on out. My mother looked more presentable, with a fresh coat of makeup and her hair neatly brushed. She looked stunning, even though she had a worried look on her face.
“Don’t worry, he knows his place now. Come over.” I waved them over. As soon as they were in his eye line, he looked down, fulfilling the command that he wasn’t allowed to even look at them without permission. On top of that, his demeanor had completely changed.
“You did a number on him, Master,” Rayna said, taking a closer look at the man.
“I wouldn’t say that. I just told him he was our bitch, and he took it to heart. Now, would you be so kind as to go inside of his mind and see if you can find anything interesting?”
“Of course! You know I am here to serve. Be right back.”
She puffed into smoke and disappeared into the newly submissive man.
“Baby what is she doing?” my mother asked, looking all around to see where Rayna had gone.
“Oh, that’s right. You don’t know about Rayna’s special powers.”
“Special powers?”
“Yes. You see, every demon has a unique power or skill. Mine is called ‘Ultimate Mastery,’ and it allows me to control people’s minds, reshape their bodies, and form bonds with them, like yours. Rayna’s lets her enter people’s minds. Once she’s in there, she can do all sorts of stuff. Right now, she’s gathering information. She mainly does it while they are sleeping – and usually to have fun. Tell me, have you been having any… wild wet dreams?”
Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. I was immediately curious what, exactly, Rayna had been doing to my poor mother when we’d all been asleep. Knowing her, I was sure it was something extremely erotic. I was about to ask my mother directly, but Rayna had apparently made quick work of her task, appearing right back in front of us.
“Well, did you find anything good?”
“Oh yes, Master,” she said with a wry smile. “Something very good.”
To add more of a dramatic element to it, she moved on over and whispered it into my ear.
“Are you serious?”
Rayna nodded.
“Well, I did not expect that.”
“So, what are you going to do?” she asked.
“Well, I guess I can kill two birds with one stone.”
Chapter 42
It took us a bit to set everything up. Rayna had taken Mr. Wilkens into the bathroom, where she was preparing him for his next task. As for me, I was back at the desk. My mother, underneath it, was sucking my cock. I had her there for two reasons. The first was obvious: I was cock blocked, blue-balled, and very cranky. The second was less so; my mom needed to calm down a little. Seeing me mind control someone had put her a bit on edge. Like giving a baby her pacifier, I gave her something comforting to suck on. With her underneath me, greedily sucking my monster of a cock – which I swore had somehow gotten a bit bigger than the last time I’d seen it – everything was in place. I put our little scheme into action.
“Denis, would you please come in.” I buzzed him using the office phone, but cut the connection so he didn’t have time to respond.
Within a minute of calling him, the door to the office began to swing open. We’d unlocked it as part of our preparations. Denis peeked inside and was a bit surprised that he only saw me in the room.
“It’s okay, Denis,” I said, putting a bit of authority into my voice. “come in, and please close the door and lock it for me. Then have a seat.” I pointed to the chair right in front of the desk.
He did what he was told, which was a good thing for him.
“Where is everybody? Where is Mr. Wilkens?”
“Oh, he’s in the bathroom. As for my mother and Rayna… they are a bit indisposed at the moment.” As I said that, I was patting the top of my mother’s head. She seemed to purr at the gentle gesture, because I felt a pleasing tremor run up my dick.
While I was silently basking in the wonderful care of my mother’s mouth, Denis was on the other side, a look of unease on his face. If I’d had to guess, I would have said that he thought Mr. Wilkens was having the time of his life in the bathroom.
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