Chapter 2: Mistress

"Have you thought of any other ways of punishing me?" Sylar asked teasingly, stretched out beside his new roommate. His masterful hands caressed her naked back lightly and stroked her hair softly with a tender lover's touch, making her feel treasured and lulled into the afterglow of their delicate, but passionate love making. She was so beautiful and lovable, inside out and her noble, determined strength of mind could put him to shame any day. He will not disappoint her, or himself however, will cage his inborn ability, along with his incredible desire to claim her, confirm her as his. He knew he couldn't rush her into anything as important as that.

He had noticed her momentary hesitation to answer, but wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing. Perhaps one day she will decide he had paid for his sins, although it would be silly to think it would come this soon. Hopefully she was not fed up with her domination game yet. Instinctively pulling her closer to him, he was about to use Lydia's ability to find out the answer to his questions when he looked down to realize that whatever she was too deep in thought thinking of she did by daydreaming in his cock's direction.

Her hands moved to caress places she became very accustomed with down in the forest of his body hair. It did not take long to wake his still lingering sensations and turn them into invigorating desire. She did not do much else, than touch and rub, yet the fact that it was her doing things to him made him feel so vibrant that there were no words to put it into. He could not let her know how much he depended on her though, he had to have that much dignity left.

He couldn't smother a groan in time nonetheless as the young woman's fingers tightened around his cock to push it roughly and suddenly against his stomach. Sharp nails scratched along the underside and she climbed over him to bounce down on his belly with all her little, but sudden weight. Air was forced out his lungs and he winced painfully, trying to breathe.

"You've asked for punishment, haven't you?" Claire reminded him. She had that look, ever prettier when intoxicated by power, the one where he ended up all sore and bleeding and not mind it one bit. She had acquired predatory confidence so well and so quickly as if it would've belonged to her in the first place. He looked up at her with anticipation of the pain, wondering what she had in store for him now.

"So does that make you all hot and bothered? Confusing pleasure with pain, are we?" Claire noticed his cock move a little despite her efforts to keep the little mister trapped. It seemed like it had a mind of its own as it grew stiff and hard and ready to fill her.

It also gained his attention for the moment as it was throbbing, captive, so much it hurt him. A good kind of pain, that brought them closer, vibrations adding to the pleasure, "oh, yes, mistress," he answered eagerly, "you're wonderfully desirable this morning, mistress."

"Thank you, baby. Behave and you can eat me later as a treat," the Bennet girl teased, licking her lips. While the blond was absolutely sure now that Sylar did not eat brains, nor other body parts, she also knew how stimulating his wavy tongue was.

"I'd like that," he choked out, feeling her pussy hot and wet against his lower abdomen.

"How badly is it you want me really?" She leaned closer, her hot breath moving his chest hair softly, sending shivers through his uncovered body. She wanted to hear the confirmation that he was powerless and helpless, that he was a fiend that only responded to her persona, tamed to please his master. But he gave her no such vocal satisfaction. Instead, he raised his arm with the truth revealing tattoo of her face on it, now finer in size than it has ever been. His destiny was Claire, big time.

Indestructible girl smiled sweetly, her eyes shining a deep green emerald from up close. They seemed filled with unruliness before she bit into his bottom lip firmly, as if she would've wanted to rip it off, "you didn't answer me properly yet."

The bogeyman whimpered softly at the sharp, painfully pleasurable sensation, "yes, mistress." He gave his lips a lick over just to make sure that he was regenerating as he should be.

Claire let out a noise reminiscent of purring. She loved it when his eyes got so glassy and unfocussed from pain and yearning. He was breathtakingly sexy when appearing vulnerable. Her tongue leading the way as she slid it out between her lips, the Barbie girl reached his smooth right ear and bit into it too, punishing the bad man further, like he deserved.

Damage was minimal comparing to what he had endured at one or another time in his life, including what she had already inflicted upon him, he could've taken it motionless and not even flinching, but he knew she liked the show and he went with the momentary discomfort and hissed.

Their relative position shifted slightly as he writhed and his warm, hard cock slipped inside her. Sylar froze. He wasn't supposed to do anything his mistress did not command him to. "I'm sorry, mistress…" He started, but the gorgeous young woman on top of him chuckled, an energetic, invigorating sound.

"Punishments later," Claire breathed, slow and low, wriggling herself to accommodate him inside herself. She looked down at him with an expression that told she knew he was hers to do as she pleased, "reward now." Lowering herself, she nipped at his over kissed, red, swollen lips encouragingly, every bit of her throbbing with the same desire as her moist pussy. She jerked her hips forward repeatedly at the same time, assuring he knew exactly what she wanted.

A flicker of bewilderment passed through his face, "did you forget your own game?" The pressure on top of him was maddeningly good, penetration deep, her full, rounded breasts bouncing against his chest. Their connection was so intense that regardless of their earlier lovemaking, he had to withstand the urge not to cum at once. He met her sensual motion with thrusts and twists, unerring in providing just the right pressure at just the right point as he used Lydia's gift to read her exact, momentary needs. His telekinesis tugged her up and down slightly as his hips arched up, leaving his hands free to work her breasts and vaginal lips.

She had a wide grin on as she breathed, "just like that…"

The End.