Darkness That Dwells Within The Magnolias

Chapter 10

~Asteria~

"Ouch! Sheesh Asteria, please take it easy." Sarah groans in annoyance, her amber eyes narrowed on me through the reflection in the mirror she's sitting in front of. I roll my eyes for the hundredth time in the span of the ten minutes I've been working on her delicate hair.

"Toughen up girl, it can feel good if you just trick your mind." I purr seductively, dropping my tone on the second half of the sentence. Sarah's eyes widen and she squirms in the stool, but her red painted lips stay closed. My fingers continue their work, braiding many thin little strands of hair and weaving white flowers within the tight braids in random sections throughout her blonde streaked hair.

"Is that what you do?" Sarah finally whispers after a few moments of silence, as if she's embarrassed she's even asking the question. I cock a brow up, and glance up in the mirror to look at her round eyes. "Hmm?" I feign innocence, wanting to hear her say it for herself.

"C-Come on, you know what I mean. Do you do some special mind thing to make the hair pulling and...other things feel good?" Sarah's eyes sink down to stare at her lap to avoid my watchful gaze, and a cruel smirk pulls on my lips.

Oh sweet innocent kook princess.

I'm sure every person in or from figure eight only knows missionary, and overtly sickly aftercare from thirty seconds of drab sex that they pretend blew their minds.

I can't lie, every once in a while I enjoy corruption, especially when a pretty princess has crossed over to slum it up with poor, creative people. I finish on the strand of hair that frames Sarah's face and weave in the last white forget-me-not flower at the bottom. I step back and admire my work, proud of the elegant flowers that frame her features with soft brushes of makeup. I reach around and snatch up the white flower crown from the vanity and gently place it on her hair, and begin to tie in long white ribbons at the back of the crown to stream through her hair.

"Sure do, it's pretty easy if you wanna hear princess." I croon delightedly, my eyes flicking up to watch her in the mirror. Sarah's cheeks warm into a red brighter than the soft strokes of blush already painted on, and she only gives a curt nod before fidgeting with her fingers nervously. I clear my throat and lift my chin, playing up the dramatics of acting like an all enlightened being teaching her beautiful disciple the ways of true pleasure.

"Well when it happens, and you feel that sting of pain, just re-route your brain to say it's pleasure. Beauty is pain, but beauty is pleasure to oneself even if it's not entirely physical, and we welcome that. Sex is the same way." I smile wide, and sigh dreamily before continuing on the last ribbon. "When his hand winds in your hair all the way to the base, and you want to scream for him to stop, just shut it off. Shut it all off, your anger, pain, and make it feel good. If his hand wraps around your throat and begins to squeeze so tightly your skull throbs with the need for oxygen, you have to relinquish all control over, and I promise, there's nothing more freeing than that." I step back to signal my work is finished, and Sarah almost looks like she's about to walk down the aisle and she doesn't even have her silky white dress on yet.

"Truly letting go, trusting the other person to hold your life in their hands, and they just barely keep you on the cusp of consciousness while you cum, is the most earth-shattering experience you'll never be able to turn back from. It takes practice, time, and trust. Once you accomplish it and fully take control of your own pain and pleasure, it's actually the most in control you'll ever feel. At the end of the day," I give her a half shoulder shrug, "We hold all the power, we allow them to defile and use us. It's a false smoke screen, they think they're top dogs when they're choking and fucking, but we are the ones that make or break the whole thing. So trust him, add on little bits of new things here and there, and before you know it you'll be suspended in the air with every hole filled with toys and fingers." A small whimper leaves Sarah and I watch her squirm on the stool at my words, she wheels around with her eyes rounded at the corners in bewilderment at me.