Midas' Touch

Morning

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the tangled sheets where Brandon and Lisa lay entwined. The scent of their passion still lingered in the air, a testament to the fervor of their lovemaking the night before. Brandon's mind wandered to Chelsea, the fiery redhead who had captivated him with her mesmerizing body. He recalled the way she'd responded to his touches, soft moans escaping her lips as he caressed her skin.

"Good morning, Brandon." Lisa murmured, her voice husky with sleep as she snuggled closer to Brandon.

"Good morning." he replied, his thoughts still on Chelsea. His gaze drifted from Lisa's dark hair to his wrist, a reminder of the power it held.

As much as he desired Chelsea, the bracelet wasn't strong enough yet to claim her. Its purpose was to twist a girl's mind, making her see Brandon as her one true love. But since Chelsea's mind hadn't been completely swayed, there was a chance she could resist him, and run away from his grab.

"Morning, Chelsea," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He noticed Chelsea had been awake. She startled, hastily grabbed her clothes and began to change, her movements frantic and awkward in an attempt to cover herself.

Brandon couldn't help but watch, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the fiery curls that framed her face. Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her mesmerizing form.

"I'll see you in class, Lisa," Chelsea said as she quickly pulled a shirt over her head, avoiding eye contact with Brandon. She gave one last flustered look and rushed out of the room, leaving Brandon alone with Lisa.

"Lisa," he began hesitantly, "would you ever consider... sharing me with Chelsea?"

His words hung heavy in the air, charged with the weight of taboo and unspoken desires. Lisa frowned, her brow furrowing as she processed his question.

"No," she answered firmly, hurt flickering across her features. "Why would you even ask that?"

"Sorry," Brandon muttered, feeling embarrassed by his own proposition. It was then that he remembered the power of the bracelet. As he focused on Lisa's jealousy, he used his points to lower it, making her more open to the idea.

"Actually," Lisa said after a moment, her expression softening, "I suppose I wouldn't mind too much. Chelsea is my best friend, after all."

Relief washed over Brandon, mingling with the thrill of his newfound control. He knew he was playing with fire, but the temptation to test the limits of his power was too strong to resist.

"Really?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Really," Lisa confirmed, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in her eyes. "But only if you promise that it won't change anything between us."

"Of course,"

With a predatory grin, Brandon leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that set their bodies alight with lust. As they tangled together, limbs entwining, he whispered his dark intentions into her ear: "I want Chelsea. Are you okay with that?"

For a moment, Lisa hesitated, but then her thoughts began to shift. Chelsea was her best friend, after all, and there was something undeniably arousing about the idea of sharing this forbidden pleasure with her.

"Maybe..." she murmured, her voice filled with uncertainty even as her body responded to his touch.

As they fucked, their bodies slick with sweat and moving in perfect harmony, Brandon continued to feed Lisa the idea of including Chelsea in their secret tryst. Piece by piece, her resistance crumbled, replaced by a growing curiosity and the nagging thought that perhaps Chelsea deserved a taste of this newfound passion.

"Chelsea... she has such a beautiful body," Lisa admitted between moans, her fingers digging into Brandon's shoulders as he thrust into her. "She always attracts boys our age, but never had a long-term relationship."

"Imagine how much she'd enjoy this," Brandon coaxed, his breath hot on her neck as he nibbled at her sensitive skin. "We could make her feel things she's never felt before."

The thought of Chelsea writhing beneath them, her fiery red hair spilling across the sheets as they explored every inch of her body, sent a shudder through Lisa. It was wrong, taboo, but that only made it more enticing.

"Okay," she finally agreed, giving in to the dark desire that had taken root in her heart. "We can share you... together."

As their passion reached its peak, Brandon knew he had succeeded in bending Lisa to his will. He also realized just how dangerously close he was to crossing a line from which there would be no return. But with each thrust and gasp, the temptation grew stronger – a seductive siren call that promised untold pleasures if only he dared to surrender to its allure.

Brandon's fingers traced the curve of Lisa's hipbone, lingering for a moment before he stood up. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across their entwined bodies as they reluctantly began to dress. He could still feel the imprint of her skin against his and the taste of her lingering on his lips.

"Here," he said, handing her a string of small, gleaming beads. "I want you put these on today."

Lisa arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected gift. She took the beads from him, the smooth spheres cool to the touch. She hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard and nodded, complying with his request without question.

"Okay," she whispered, slipping the beads inside her, one by one. Each movement sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.

"Good girl," Brandon praised, taking the remote that controlled the beads and holding it in his hand like a talisman. A wicked grin spread across his face as he pressed the button, activating the device.

"Ah!" Lisa gasped, her eyes widening as a sudden surge of pleasure rippled through her. She clutched at the edge of the bed for support, her knuckles turning white. "Brandon..."

"Thinking of me, ok?" He cut her off, his voice was filled with authority.

"I will" Lisa agreed breathlessly, her heart hammering in her chest. She steadied herself, trying to ignore the insistent ache between her legs.

As they left the room, Brandon couldn't help but think about the power he wielded over Lisa. With every beat of his heart, his desire for more – for control, for pleasure, for the taste of the forbidden – grew stronger.

*****

Brandon sat near the back of Catherine's class. His eyes unfocused and distant as he recalled the morning's events with Lisa. The memory sent a shiver down his spine, the taste of lust still lingering in the air.

"Alright, class," Ms. Catherine called out, her voice commanding and firm. "Let's get started."

As she began to write equations on the board, The voice whispered to his ears.

"Congratulations, master. You've gained some points."

"But I'm not doing anything at the moment."

Suddenly, Brandon remembered Lisa and realized her predicament – the beads, her arousal, her struggle throughout the day – must have contributed to the points. A wicked grin spread across his face as he reveled in the knowledge.

"Let's see," he mused internally, his thumb stroking the smooth surface of the bracelet as he weighed his options. "My charisma is high enough for now, maybe some more intelligence to understand this class would be nice."

"Mr. Brandon," Ms. Catherine's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife, her tone icy and disapproving. "If you could kindly pay attention to the lesson, that would be appreciated."

"Of course, professor," he replied smoothly, his eyes locking onto hers for a brief, electric moment. "My apologies."