Fubuki led Tom Jacker to the headquarters of the Blizzard Group, a majestic office building that symbolized her power. In her private office on the top floor, she tried a tactic that often worked: a mix of professionalism, subtle intimidation, and allure.
"Please, have a seat, Jacker-kun," Fubuki's voice was soft, sending thin psychic waves caressing the air, attempting to soothe him. She poured expensive wine into a crystal glass, its red gleam reflecting the dim light of the room. "Someone with your power, combined with my organization and connections... we could reach the top together."
Tom sat on the black leather sofa, a amused smirk playing on his lips as he looked at Fubuki. He could feel the woman's psychic waves, trivial attempts winding through the air, trying to manipulate his mind. The scent of Fubuki's luxurious perfume mingled with the aroma of wine and the faint smell of her own sweat, creating an odd blend.
"I do like 'advantages'," Tom said after Fubuki finished her recruitment pitch. He set down the still-full wine glass, then with lightning speed, he pulled Fubuki onto his lap. The rustle of silk fabric and Fubuki's caught breath broke the silence. "But I prefer to define my own 'advantages'."
Fubuki gasped, startled. She tried to exert her psychic power, pushing Tom with all her might, but it felt like pressing against an unmoving steel wall. Her plan had fallen apart. The warmth of Tom's skin touching her thighs permeated her expensive dress.
"You think a few mind tricks and a tight dress can influence me?" Tom whispered, his hot breath tickling Fubuki's ear. His strong fingers gripped both of Fubuki's wrists, easily lifting them above her head. His masculine scent filled Fubuki's senses, intoxicating and threatening. Tom's other hand tore her expensive green dress from top to bottom with a single rough pull. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, followed by Fubuki's choked gasp as her black lace underwear was exposed. Her plump breasts peeked slightly from behind the lace, trembling with shock.
"W-wait—"
Tom cut her off with a brutal, demanding kiss, his tongue conquering Fubuki's mouth with absolute possession. He pressed Fubuki's body onto the soft, yet now hard, velvet sofa, pinning her beneath him. The strong scent of Tom's skin and sweat filled Fubuki's nostrils. With a rough movement, he flipped Fubuki over so her face was pressed into the sofa, her buttocks raised high in the air. Tom slapped Fubuki's plump buttocks hard, leaving stinging red marks. The sound of the slap was so loud, it seemed to echo in the room.
"You came here to play power, darling," Tom growled, his voice hoarse with passion. He pressed his hips hard against Fubuki's backside, making his hard, throbbing manhood clearly felt. "And in my game, you're just a toy."
Fubuki screamed as Tom suddenly entered her from behind without any warning. His penis felt so big, so deep, as if tearing her apart. Her wet, throbbing vagina felt like it would rip. Yet she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, an almost inaudible, iconic "Ah... ah... ah!" sigh. Sweat began to soak her back, dripping onto the sofa.
"S-so big...!" she whimpered, her voice choked.
Tom only chuckled darkly, his grip on Fubuki's hips tightening, holding her in place. He showed no mercy. Each of his hard thrusts made Fubuki's body tremble violently, the sound of their skin colliding wet and brutal, filling the room. Fubuki's breath came in ragged gasps, begging for air. He gripped Fubuki's black hair, yanking it back roughly, forcing the woman to arch her back at a painful angle.
"Look at yourself," Tom hissed, forcing Fubuki to see their reflection in the dark panoramic window. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down. The reflection of their naked bodies, contrasting with the city shadows outside, felt demeaning. "A powerful esper who can now only whimper like a cheap whore for me."
Fubuki wanted to retort, but her body had already betrayed her. Waves of forced pleasure began to overwhelm her senses. Hot tears began to stream down her cheeks as the first orgasm hit her without warning, making her shriek hysterically and convulse beneath Tom. The vaginal fluid flowing out of her felt hot and shameful.
Tom didn't stop. He deepened each thrust, ensuring Fubuki felt every inch of him even as she was still trembling. "We're just getting started, darling," he growled, his free hand roughly squeezing Fubuki's breasts, her hardened nipples rubbing against Tom's thumb, creating new, confusing sensations.
He pulled out completely, leaving Fubuki feeling empty and gasping for breath. Then, he brutally pulled Fubuki onto his lap, sitting her facing forward. This position allowed for a deeper, more torturous penetration. Tom's hands wrapped around Fubuki's neck from behind, slowly choking her, while his other hand mercilessly squeezed Fubuki's breasts, her skin feeling soft yet pliant under Tom's rough grip.
"You think this ends after one orgasm?" he hissed into Fubuki's ear, then bit Fubuki's shoulder hard, making the woman scream. "I'm going to wring every last whimper out of your body tonight."
Fubuki bit her lip until it bled as Tom started moving again, each thrust hitting her deepest spot. It felt like being stabbed alive. Tom played with her body cruelly, sometimes slowing down until Fubuki whimpered and begged, then suddenly accelerating with a force that made her scream endlessly. The sound of vaginal fluid splashing was clearly audible between their colliding bodies.
"P-please... I can't take anymore..." Fubuki whimpered, her sanity on the brink.
Tom laughed at her plea. "Liar," he hissed, slapping Fubuki's already red and bruised inner thighs. "You can feel how wet you are for me. Your body knows who owns it now." The scent of sweat and Fubuki's natural aroma mixed with their fluids filled the air, intense and intoxicating for Tom.
He pulled out completely, leaving Fubuki empty and gasping, coughing for air. Then, he flipped Fubuki's position again, looking directly into the woman's tear-filled eyes as he slowly re-entered, ensuring Fubuki felt every inch of his hard penis. Fubuki's mixed expression of pain and pleasure was clearly visible.
"Tell me who owns you," Tom commanded, his thrusts deepening, quickening, like hammering.
Fubuki tried to resist, but when Tom started hammering her again rapidly, her resistance collapsed. "I... I'm yours!" Fubuki finally screamed, surrendering to the reality that she was completely controlled.
"Again. Harder."
"I'M YOURS!" she shrieked, her voice breaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Tom smiled in satisfaction. He bent down to lick Fubuki's tears while his hips began to thrust faster, harder, pushing her toward the climax. Fubuki shrieked as another, stronger orgasm hit her, making her body convulse violently. With a rough growl, Tom finally reached his own climax, filling Fubuki to overflowing, hot semen flooding the woman's insides and flowing out, while he bit Fubuki's shoulder to contain the intensity.
Hours later, Fubuki lay limp on the velvet sofa, now soaked with their sweat and fluids. Her pale skin was now adorned with red blotches here and there. Tom stood beside her, casually buttoning his pants while gazing at her with a satisfied look. A strong, intimate scent still lingered in the air.
He glanced at Fubuki, who was still fixated. He didn't copy her powers. Fubuki's psychokinesis was too weak compared to what he was looking for. This was purely for entertainment, to satisfy a fleeting desire.
"A very... enlightening discussion, Fubuki-chan," he said with a mocking smile. "You had some convincing arguments. But I guess I'll remain a free agent for now. Your club seems to have too many meetings."
Before Fubuki could say anything, Tom teleported, vanishing from the room without a trace. He left Fubuki alone with her confusion, her shattered pride, and the horrifying realization that she had just played with a dragon and been utterly burned. Her plan to recruit Tom Jacker had completely failed, in the most brutal and humiliating way. The pain in her body, and the emptiness Tom left behind, were stark reminders of her defeat.