You give her a dry, amused smile when she trails off after that, looking a little lost. You don't blame her, though. Her emotions are all a tangled ball of frustration and self-loathing, all rolled up with anger and cruelty. Making them subside as you are is probably leaving her feeling more than a little lost.
Honestly, you're probably doing her a favour by manipulating her like this.She's going to feel so much happier under your thrall.
You wait a few moments for the loyalty to grow a bit stronger— long enough for it to have buried the sharpest thorns of the cruelty— before you pull Madison completely up onto your lap, where she snuggles into you with a contented sigh. Lust pulses through her, and you almost lick and suck her neck before you remember Emma is still in the room with you.
"You two seem happy together," Emma says neutrally.
Emma's emotions are complicated. The words bring up a lot of emotions, and you have to sharply tug on her loyalty again to get them to subside. Anger, cruelty, pain, loss, regret. You're actually a little curious, now. Up until now, you've only been able to feel anger and cruelty from her. Was this buried beneath all that? What had caused all this? Had Emma always felt this way, or did something happen to her?
Madison finally lifts her face from your neck, turning to face Emma with a determined expression. "Yeah," she says defiantly. "What of it?"
"Nothing," Emma replies dully. "I was just— never mind." Another pang of loss, quickly buried with another pull on her loyalty.
Your girl glares defiantly at her for a moment longer before turning back to face you, eyes pleading. You give her a quick kiss, but aren't quite willing to go any further— there's enough faint lust in Emma that you're fairly sure she won't storm out of the room in disgust at the first kiss, but you're going to have to pull her lust up if you want her to watch anything serious.
With an exaggeratedly pained sigh, Madison falls limply back against you, laying one cheek on your collarbone and looking up at you. She still hasn't removed her hands from beneath your shirt, so— releasing Emma's loyalty for the first time since you stepped in the room, and giving a quick, sharp tug on her lust— you slip your hands beneath her own. Madison shivers deliciously against you, and you can't help but tilt your head down to press a kiss against her cheek.
For a moment, you pause and evaluate. Emma's emotions are still a tangled, complicated ball, and you're going to have to deal with that at some point, but for now... Well, you're not going to get the opportunity to deal with that if you don't get her to open up enough to have some fun first, and her darker emotions are getting blunted right now.
Madison's content enough snuggling in your lap that you feel safe in leaving her for a second, focusing your attention (but not your eyesight) on Emma.
For the next few minutes, you concentrate on slowly teasing Emma's lust to the forefront. It's easier to bring her lust up than it was her loyalty, since they were loosely tied together, but with it come a host of messy issues. You have to keep dropping it and tugging on her loyalty to bury them again, unless you want to her to associate being lusty with being cruel to her— and, yeah, there's absolutely no way you want that to happen.
Finally, you've brought it up enough that Emma's feeling it— feeling enough that her face is faintly flushed as her gaze darts between the two of you and the pictures hanging on her wall, at least. You keep pressing on it, taking care to alternate between lust and loyalty, but the other emotions are being dampened more and more, slipping down as you manipulate Emma's mind.
You're still careful as you slip one hand out from beneath Madison's shirt and use it to gently lift her chin, though. You don't want to spook Emma— just associate her growing lust with your activities with Madison.
Madison's lips are soft and compliant. She opens her mouth the second you brush your tongue against her lips, meeting yours in a slow, lazy kiss. You can feel the arousal in her as she returns the kiss— literally, in that you can feel her lust, and figuratively, in that you can feel her restraining herself from grinding on your thigh— but she matches your pace, reigning in her own growing lust to match the pace you set. You should reward her for being a good girl, later. Maybe tomorrow.
Across the room, you let your eyes flicker from Madison's closed eyelids to Emma as you take Madison's tongue into your mouth and gently suck on it. Emma's pretending not to watch, but when Madison shudders, she can't help but glance over, causing her already red cheeks to darken further. She quickly looks away again, but you can see her glancing over on occasion out of the corner of her eyes.
You're careful not to push it too far. You've pushed down her bitchy nature for now, and started associating her lust with you, but there's only so far you can clamp down on her emotions. If you do anything that could freak her out right now, her thorns will come back with a vengeance, and you'll set your progress back for the rest of the night.
So you take care not to get Madison too worked up at first. It works, and you don't even need to use your power on her— she responds willingly to your gentle touches and caresses, only occasionally letting out a soft, breathy moan when you move from her mouth to briefly kiss her jawline or drag your teeth lightly across her neck.
She's well aware of Emma's presence— you can see her occasionally opening her eyes and chancing a glance at the other girl— but you aren't feeling any hesitance from your girl at all, so either she doesn't care, or it's actually encouraging her. She spends most of her time either closing her eyes and focusing on you, or staring into your gaze with lidded eyes as you break away for air.
Madison's hands creep slowly higher up your shirt as you continue the kiss. This time, it's you who shivers; you go to stop her, but when your hands touch her arms, she pulls back from the kiss and gives you an adorable pout.
When she looks at you like that, sitting on your lap with her lower lip jutting out and trembling— you'd have to be heartless to deny her that, no matter how unsexy you think your tiny breasts are.
You take a moment to feel for Emma with your power anyway. You haven't been actively paying attention, but you've been softly tugging away. Now, you can feel the powerful undercurrent of lust rising through her. Her other emotions are still there— you're pretty sure the self-recrimination you can feel in there is going to rise when you're not around to suppress it— but you suspect that if you were to feel her panties right now, they would be damp. Not that you're stupid enough to try anything of the sort... yet.
Soon, maybe.
Madison's breath hitches as she pulls your shirt up over your head and places it to the side, revealing your bare chest to her. She stares at it for a moment, before looking up at you with a pleading look on her face.
You almost cream your panties then and there when you realize what she's waiting for. You give her a rough kiss before doing anything, catching her lip between your teeth and biting it hard enough to cause her to whimper.
Then, when you pull back from the kiss and her gaze drops back down to your chest, you look over at Emma. She's watching you, all traces of disgust washed from her face. Her knees are clenched hard together, but she's watching your face, her brow knitted together. You attempt to memorize everything about this scene— the sweet smell of Madison, the warm feeling of her in your arms, the puff of her warm breath on your nipples, the way Emma catches her lower lip between her teeth as she watches you.
Then, you stare Emma in the eyes as, for the first time in your life, you give Madison an order— "Lick them." And she obeys without even thinking about it.
You've played with your breasts before, of course. They're sensitive— small breasts usually are— but there's really not much to them. Most of the time, you don't even bother to wear a bra; you have nothing to support, and your nipples are small enough that even when they're hard (which has been a lot, lately), they're not very noticeable through a thin shirt, and are completely hidden behind the jackets you like to wear.
If you'd known how fantastic it would feel to have Madison's tongue running over them, though, you would never have complained.
Madison is clearly new at this, but she gives it her best. She seems to take a particular pleasure in licking you in just the right places to cause your breath to hitch, and teases you by focusing on those places— the undersides of your breasts, your aerola, the skin between your breasts— and occasionally takes a moment to move over, instead sucking your nipples into her mouth, then releasing them and blowing cool air on them. Your grip tightens on her shoulders whenever she does the last, causing you to feel her mouth widen into a grin against your bare skin.
As Madison continues her work, you keep your gaze focused on Emma in a silent challenge. She doesn't back down, continuing to stare at you, although occasionally her gaze trails down to look at your devoted little sub suckling on your bare breasts before hurriedly snapping back up to your face.
Unfortunately, that's as far as you can push your little game tonight.
You regretfully push Madison's head away from her chest when you hear the creaking sounds of someone walking up the staircase, reaching over to pull your shirt back on. Madison lets out a little mewl as you hide her new favourite toys from her, a sound that makes Emma shiver a little even as she pretends not to watch.
"Sorry, Maddy," you say with a husky voice. Her eyes darken at the newly-bestowed nickname, but she reluctantly climbs off at you and smooths down her shirt as she hears the footsteps approaching. Even Emma turns around, still pretending at reluctance, although by this time, you're so deep in her emotions that you can feel the thread of disappointment when she sees you and Madison are once again sitting beside each other, no longer even hugging.
Alan rounds Emma's door, either not noticing or dismissing the red faces of Emma and Madison. You were careful not to muss up Madison's hair this time, as you did before your dinner with her family, so hopefully he'll dismiss her red face as being embarassed. "Dinner's ready!" he exclaims excitedly. "Rick cooked for us tonight," he adds helpfully when he notices none of you look excited.
You can actually feel the excitement bubbling up in Emma at those words, but nonetheless she tries for indifference when she responds. "Oh, did he?" she asks, staring coolly up at the ceiling. "That was nice of him."
A smirk flits across Alan's face. Yeah, he's not buying it any more than you are.
"It's roast chicken tonight," he says, waving his hands as though wafting a smell towards her. "Chiiicken, Emma, you know you looove chicken."
She rockets to her feet so fast you're afraid she may have sprained an ankle hitting the floor. "Daddy!" she hisses, glancing momentarily towards you and Madison. "Stop it, you're embarassing me!"
"Well, soooo-rry," he drawls mock-sympathetically. "Danny's setting the table now, so come down in a minute or two." With his message delivered, he turns and walks away, shooting yourself and Madison a quick wink as he does so.
"Ugh," she groans. Seeing Madison open her mouth with a teasing smile, she holds up a finger. "Not a word!"
You just grin at her. Her expression doesn't even sour when she sees it.
The dinner goes well. Emma refuses to speak a word to you throughout it, but for once, not out of cruelty— her face just flushes red every time she looks at you, and whatever words she had on her lips dies. You can't even content yourself by playing with Madison— it feels cruel to toy with her so soon after she devoted herself so eagerly to you. Maybe tomorrow.
It's over far too soon. You pull Madison aside into the darkened sunroom on the other side of the hall as Dad stands in the kitchen, saying his goodbyes to everyone and making promises about holding dinner again soon.
You're no longer surprised when she melts immediately into your arms as you pull her into an embrace, finding her usual snuggling position against your neck.
She holds on to you for a long minute before pulling away slightly, looking up at you with a hesitant expression on her face.
"Did I do good today?" she asks quietly. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to do that in front of Emma, but you seemed... and she didn't say anything, so..."
You press an affectionate kiss to her nose, causing her to grin reluctantly. "Don't worry, Madison," you murmur. "You did perfect, and not just with Emma. You did a good job today. You're a good girl."
You probably shouldn't be surprised when you have to pry open her arms after that when Dad calls, leaving her pouting after you with a bright expression in her eyes.
Emma still hasn't said a word to you, but even when you leave, you can still feel the threads of lust and loyalty pounding strong through her. They're going to fade somewhat overnight, and she's going to be dealing with self-recrimination for some time to come, but those feelings aren't going to fade entirely, and she's going to remember how good she felt watching you and Madison together.
It's a good base to work from. It's going to take work for you to push her as far half as far as you have Madison, but at least now you know— it is possible for you to influence her the same way.
Still, though, that's a project for another day, not tonight. You sink down into your bed almost as soon as you arrive home at ten, hands falling between your legs almost as quickly as you can pull your covers over you. Images float through your head, images of Emma's enraptured face, of Madison's devoted smile, and it doesn't take you long to cum as you think about what tonight felt like, how good it felt to order Madison around as Emma watched, unable to speak or move as you nearly fucked Madison on her bed-
At least in your fantasy, you conclude in your head once the afterglow of your orgasm fades and you're left panting with a sticky wetness along your thighs.
You roll over, not bothering to slide your panties back on, and try to fall asleep as plans for tomorrow— the final day of your long weekend— whirl through your head.
Tomorrow, you think, you'll spend the day...
[] With Madison— you'll need to spend the afternoon recovering, both from the activities themselves and from the heady feeling of control it's going to bring. You'll call her— her name is in the phone book, you checked— and invite her over to your house. It's not time to finish what you've started, not yet, but it's time to take a step you never envisioned when you formulated this plan; you're going to bring Madison over to your house, and you're going to subtly introduce the idea of ownership to her.
