Thread: The Power in Addiction [Defiant x Temptationist]

Feeling your grip around my physique, I was surprisingly calm. As you hauled me over to the table behind you, I seemed only to grin and give you complete control. I surprised myself in that moment. I wasn't afraid of you. I should be, but for some strange reason, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fear you. Yep... I said, in a very matter-of-fact tone as I exhaled lightly. My hands rested comfortable on the ledge of the counter gripping it tighter as you moved in closer. My eyes trailed down to your hips as they pushed themselves between my legs. Feeling a sudden grab on my ass, I jolted slightly instinctively moving my hands to grasp on your flexing forearms. My eyes looking down, I gave a devilish grin as I looked back up to you. I looked like I was trying to hold back a smile, but really, it was more than that. Still, I said nothing. I did nothing. Nothing to stop you. The once prudish professional now seemed void of any self-decency as I allowed you to touch me as you pleased. I felt somewhat paralyzed. And not in an alarming way. I felt no need to defend my pride nor my body as you put your hands on me. Perhaps, I kind of liked it. Then, there it was. There was a sharp tug on my hair and my head plunged back. I could feel the sparks in my irises as I felt my body become aroused. Oh, how I hated you. Escaping a breathy exhale, my mouth was opened as your nose sunk into my neck. Listening to your words, my eyes closed and I took a breath in. Control. I had control. I had a lot of control. Because I didn't have as much of the Power as a normal warlock, I could simply close my eyes and rid myself of any desirable urges the Power probed me to pursue. Suddenly, I snapped myself out of this little enchanted, seductive spell of yours. That's assuming you can even make me cum. The comment may have been hostile, but my tone was more feisty, and playful. Chuckling lightly, I shook my head. Chase, have you looked at me? I don't need to beg for my itch to be scratched. My voice seemed deeper, and my eyes were glowing. This wasn't the true, professional me talking. This was me on a high. This was the voice of the Power. There was a very evident physical difference between Miriam using, and Miriam sober. Feeling my stomach turn as I heard myself say that, I hated myself in that moment. I hated the person I was when I succumbed to the force of the Power. I was gluttonous, sadistic, and nearly narcissistic on it. The many symptoms that come with using the ancient drug. Shaking my head lightly as I brought my head back up straight, I cleared my throat. Closing my eyes once more, I took another breath in. By the time I opened my eyes a second later, they had returned back to their normal, naturally olive-green color. Actually... I said, looking down at the watch that was now back on my wrist. Smiling, I plopped myself down from the counter and followed you to the door. Placing my hand on the sensor, the elevator-style door opened and I stepped in with you. ... I have a date tonight. When it closed again, my outfit changed. Rather than the white-coat uniform I was wearing, I was now in a bright red thin strapped dress . The dress was incredibly simple, but skin-tight to my curves and breasts. Although it wasn't extravagant, my body alone was enough to impress any man. Additional to the cocktail gown, I was also adorned in expensive jewelry and a natural makeup look that made my the green in my eyes more striking . Clearly, I was going out for dinner. And it wasn't with some random Average Joe. This was a man of prestige. The room locked up by itself, and the door to the other side of the building opened behind us. Glancing briefly at you, I smirked slightly before walking out. The clack of my nude high heels echoing throughout the bleak dull hallways with every step I took.