He walked over to his desk, picked up the phone and dialed a number:
— Delhi, will you come to my place?
He liked to ask. Everything he wanted from her, he liked to ask, not to order. To him, the orderly manner seemed flawed, showing at once the weakness of his position. After all, this is the position of brute force, that is, the force when you already know that you will not be refused. They won't want to refuse you. They won't dare to refuse. What is the advantage of speaking from this position?
But with a kind question, you can show that you appreciate the other person's position. Even if that position doesn't exist. You still show that you value it as if it were there. And that gets respect. People want to do things, not be forced to do them. After all, they have a visible opportunity to say no… But they don't. They agree, and thereby show the voluntariness of the action… No, only fools would openly coerce in a situation where some freedom can be shown.
And the Delaney he called. Yes, of course, she no longer had any choice. She was about twenty years younger than him, and slept with him when he wanted her to. And she slept the way he wanted her to. And his tastes sometimes changed. And each time he asked if she wanted to try something new. Something new. New sensations. A new experience. Something that she could remember with interest and not blame herself for being indecisive in her time. After all, he's only suggesting. He's not forcing her, he's asking her permission. Permission to do anything.
To have her when he wants her, not her. He asks her permission. To have her in his mouth every time. And that's what he asks. And he asks it every time. And he asks it very delicately. With the phrase "do you want to give me a blowjob in the beginning?". Peyton has never broken his rule. When he wanted to cum in her mouth, he'd ask her, "You're not gonna stop, are you?" And when he didn't want to, he'd ask her, "Can you stop for a minute?"
And every time, it was just the way he wanted it. She either kept going or stopped. Just the way he wanted it. And then she'd get into the positions he liked. And then she'd do it just the way he liked it. And everything was achieved with only questions, which could be answered the way she wanted, not him. But she always answered exactly the way he wanted her to.
That's where the power is. When they want to do what you want them to do. Even if they have a choice, they still want to do what you want. And they might even beg you to do it. That's what happened to Delaney. She started begging me to start with a blow job once. And she was begging for it. Maybe it was because he didn't know how he wanted it at the time. Maybe it was that. Or maybe it was the fact that in those days he started to think about looking for someone else… He had someone else in mind. He didn't yet understand how ready she was for something frank, or how she would do it, so he hesitated… Apparently so hesitant that Delaney noticed it. I guess she got worried. And so she started talking him into it that time. And it worked, didn't it? Once she did, he forgot all about the other candidate. That's where the voluntary choice comes in. Where you can lose something. That's where it proves how valuable the right choice is. The same one they made all those previous times.
Some might say that people get used to it. That people are afraid. But no. That's ridiculous.
People want to make the choices that have been made for them. We can argue a lot about the reasons for that. But the result is the same: people choose what was chosen for them more readily than what they chose for themselves. Peyton realized this rule a long time ago. Back when he was just starting to be a guide to this inane crowd, who wanted answers more than they wanted to be rich in something. And when they got those answers, they demanded explanations. Then explanations of explanations, and so many times, feeding with time only on this.
Finally, Delaney appeared. Long red hair, braided into a pigtail. Tall, slender. Dressed not in a tight jumpsuit like most of her peers, but in a short red skirt and a similarly colored blouse with a neckline. She knows how to dress. And to make her breasts look nice when she gives him a blowjob while kneeling in front of him. She knows why she's here.
She carefully closed the door behind her and walked over to the elder, hiding her gaze slightly somewhere downward:
— Missed me, huh?
— I missed you, of course… I thought about you all night… You locked the door behind you, didn't you?
— Of course I locked up Peyte…
Delaney was already kneeling in front of him, slowly running her hand from the inside of his thighs to his crotch:
— Something's locked, something needs to be unlocked.
She unzipped the fly of his pants and then reached inside with the palm of her hand, fumbling for his hardening cock:
— You don't mind if we start with that, do you?
— No, I don't mind at all, Delhi…..
He was amazed at his own abilities. She herself had begun to ask such valid questions concerning herself. This was truly a new level. Not just answering his questions correctly. But asking the right questions of her own. Basically, begging him to do what he needed to do. This is very typical of people who have found their footing in a world where they so desperately need other people's solutions. This thought made Peyton even more excited, and after a couple of moments he felt as if he was ready to start exploding….
As she gave her blowjob, he thought about how he wouldn't mind finding some backup after all. She did it too well, though. So good that if something happened to her opinion, if she happened to say no, he might lose his temper and go along with it. That's very dangerous. Therefore, it's still
necessary to find some kind of replacement for this case. The new candidate might not do so well, but at least it would be something until Delaney came back.
It was amazing still, what inferences Peyton sometimes came up with. He could see how great he was with her, and that was why he was so desperate to think of backup options. In his mind, that was called a pretty high survivability. You couldn't sink a guy like him.
I mean, it sounds ridiculous right now. You will. Where can you sink anything here, when all available water at the station is saved so that urine is recycled. They recycle everything just to give the water another new cycle. Water. Not him. He doesn't and can't have any cycles. He's eternal. He can do anything, and more.
In these moments, his mind began to work strangely. At first he thought he was having an orgasm, but it was nothing to do with that. It was as if something on the left side of his head began to penetrate him, and then it squeezed strangely inside. Right in his brain.
Peyton put his right hand on Delaney's head, which was making occasional forward movements, and squeezed it a little at first, and then harder once, and then again once more and much harder, completely unaware of what was happening around and to him.
The girl shrieked and quickly recoiled from him:
— Patey, what are you doing?!
— Oh, I'm sorry, baby… I overexerted myself " Peyton didn't realize what he'd just done. He
felt like it wasn't him, knowing it was his hand. And that no one else could have done it…
But it didn't turn out to be anything scary, for Delaney only smiled with one side of her lips and waggled her eyebrow intriguingly:
— You like it so much that you can't even control yourself. Well, let's see how you can
control it….
She started on his cock with renewed effort, turning her head from side to side and helping herself with both hands. He really began to feel like he had stars in his head from the excitement. He groaned with pleasure and leaned back in his chair slightly. How cool it was to have a woman willing to give you such pleasure. When you will sit in your chair, and she will only bow to you and caress your manhood. He was about to say, "You're not going to stop, are you?" but then she took her eyes off her work and asked softly: