Control, Enkindle

"I didn't care about any of that though. The only thing I cared about was Rebecca and how she would finally come to care for me as I did for her. What a fool I was."

"The day before the news of the drug was set to go public I went to her to share the news. She had news of her own though and as a gentleman I of course let her go first. She was giddy with excitement when she told me she had met someone and was getting married."

There was a brief pause before I continued.

"Apparently we weren't good enough friends for her to tell me she had been seeing someone for the past six months. Either that or I was too focused on my work to notice. I don't know. It doesn't matter."

"And that was the last time I saw her. I didn't tell her about my invention and I never did find out what happened to her father," I finished.

She didn't immediately say anything and for a moment I became lost in thoughts, thinking about Rebecca and wondering where she was now. It wasn't a made up story and I was surprised that I even told it in the first place. I was usually a very personal individual, keeping my history to myself.

"Thats," she began, pausing. "... sad," she finished.

I shrugged again. "It's nothing compared to what you're going through. In my case it was all in my head," I said. "C'est la vie, I guess. Such is life."

She nodded, looking down at her lap, playing with her fingers. "It shouldn't have to be."

"Oh I absolutely agree," I said. And it wouldn't for much longer, I added in my mind.

We were both lost in our own thoughts for the rest of the ride. Thankfully it wasn't too long and after only a few minutes we entered a parking garage in conjunction to a large galleria.

"Where are we going?" she finally asked after I had parked the car and turned the engine off.

"I thought we could go see a movie. It will take your mind off things for a moment at least," I said, shrugging. "But if you don't want to we can just kill some time walking around. Or we can go back if you'd rather want that."

She shook her head. "No. A movie sounds fine," she said giving me a weak smile.

I didn't really care what movie we watched and just got two tickets to the next viewing of whatever. Meanwhile she was off getting a soda and some popcorn. The theatre was almost empty and we could sit pretty much wherever we wanted. She chose to sit in the back and we got the whole row for ourselves.

The movie was some American comedy where the girl falls for the wrong guy only to end up realizing she wanted the goofball friend that had been there all along. It wasn't half bad and as far as distractions goes it was doing an excellent job. We seemed to be the only ones watching though, the two other couples in the room far too busy focusing on each other.

It was during a scene where the ridiculously muscular bad guy had his shirt off, trying to seduce the main characters best friend, to her everlasting frustration of course, that Anastasia decided to lean her head on my shoulder. The seats had those retractable armrests and to make it easier for her I pushed the one between us away, snaking an arm around her. She didn't seem to mind, snuggling in closer to me, placing one hand on my chest.

It was nice, sitting like that. It made me question my decision not to place an implant on her yet. It would be easy and make all the charades and lying unnecessary. My decision was based on not wanting to place Marcus, whom I considered a friend, under my control. The more time that passed the less I was beginning to care about that though.

I felt her playing with my necklace through my shirt and couldn't help but smile at the irony. She was playing with the very thing I was considering using on her. The necklace was a small glass tube containing a blue liquid. To the naked eye it looked like nothing more than a nice piece of jewelry but I knew better.

I had replaced the liquid with one dose of the nanobot solution a while ago, making a custom cap that could be turned to extend a needle for injection. The dose would be nothing without an implant to control them though and so far I hadn't found a good way to carry one with me other than to put it in my pocket, which I was doing for now.

She could be under my control in less than a minute if I wanted it so. Still I refrained, not sure if I wanted her like that or not. It would be easy, so very easy. Just a prick and then it would be done.

"You know," she whispered. "When you disappeared those years ago I wanted to go look for you."

"Why didn't you?" I whispered back. I knew that she had a crush on me back then, taking full advantage of it at the time.

"Papa wouldn't let me, saying it wouldn't be a good idea," she said. "Said you were a dangerous man."

Say what you will about Marcus, he's not entirely without observational powers. Although I suppose that might not be a fair thing to say as I never really tried to hide the fact from him.

"And do you think that I'm dangerous?" i asked.

She didn't respond right away, only playing with my necklace, turning it this way and that. The main character had just gotten her heart broken and was standing in a street, rain pouring down.

"Yes," she whispered after a minute or so.

I didn't know why but I almost expected that to be her answer. "And that doesn't scare you?" I asked.

She nodded against me. "It does," she said, tilting her head to look up at me. Her gray eyes was peering at me and even in the darkness I could make out a storm of emotion within them. "But I don't believe you would be dangerous to me."

I didn't know what to say to that and she continued before I could think of something.

"I don't believe you're here to help papa with a chemical problem. You're doing something that you don't want us to know about," she said.

I slowly nodded, glancing back up at the movie before looking back at her. "Perceptive," I said. "No, what I'm helping your father with is much more sinister. Does that bother you?"

She sighed and snuggled back down, laying her head back on my shoulder. "Not really. I know papa does... illegal things," she said.

That made me a bit curious. "How do you know that?"

She didn't immediately answer that time either, waiting a minute. "A few years ago I went looking for him in his office. He wasn't there but I noticed that he had forgot to lock his computer. I was... curious," she said.

"What did you find?" I asked, getting a bad feeling in my stomach.

I felt her shrug. "Lists with names. Girl names," she said.

Well shit, this could be bad. "And what do you think those lists were about?"

She looked up at me again, giving me a blank stare. "I'm not stupid. I know some people think I am but I understand more than they think," she said. I had started to come to that conclusion myself.

"The lists didn't only contain names. There was numbers next to some. Money figures," she said, laying back down. "And if that wasn't enough for me to figure it out the pictures and videos sure was."

I was almost afraid to ask but did anyway. I didn't think Marcus could be that stupid. "What pictures and videos?"

Her words were quiet when she spoke next, almost too low for me to make out. "Girls and papa. Pictures of him having sex with them, raping them," she said. She wasn't playing with my necklace anymore. "Beating them."

Jesus fucking christ. I knew Marcus had a problem but I thought he was at least smart enough to not leave fucking evidence on his computer.

"At first I was disgusted, scared that a person so close to me could be capable of something so horrifying," she continued.

I cleared my throat, almost lost for words. "Yet you didn't go to the police. Why?"

"I was going to. I wanted to," she said. "But then I began thinking about those figures next to the names and what they meant for me and mama."

"I suppose it makes me a terrible human being but over time I found that I began accepting it. It wasn't us he was hurting and after a while I realized I didn't care what happened to those girls," she whispered. I could feel she was tense as she told me this, not sure how I would react. "Do you think that makes me a bad person?"

I swallowed, needing a moment to think. What she told me took me entirely by surprise, a thing that didn't happen to me very often and, in fact, was something that I didn't particularly enjoy.

"Many would say yes," I said, speaking slow. "I would say it's not that simple."

She shrugged against me. "Seems pretty simple to me," she said. "It bothered me for a while, this feeling that I shouldn't be okay with it, that I should feel disgusted and enraged but didn't. I've come to terms with it though. I am who I am and if that's a terrible person then I'm a terrible person."

"Maybe," I said with a sigh. It surprised me how close to my own way of thinking her reasoning was. Only difference was that I'd had a few more years to think about it. "But painting it like that means that, and this is something I don't disagree with, that almost every person in this world is terrible in one way or another. If inaction or inadequate action is a crime in and of itself then everyone in the modern world is guilty of said crime. We all know what atrocities goes on in the world yet many, most, do nothing about it."

"They tell themselves that there's nothing they can do but what they forget is that they are just as capable as the guy next to them. They may not be aware of it but on some level they accept that this is the way the world works and because of that they do nothing."

She didn't say anything right away and a few minutes passed in silence, the movie showing some scene of the main character skiing and making a fool of herself. I hadn't been paying attention for the past ten or so minutes so I had no idea how it had ended up where it was.

She said something after a while but I was unable to make it out, asking her to repeat it.

"What about enjoying some of those atrocities, what kind of crime does that fall under?" she asked, just a fraction louder. She had picked up playing with my necklace again and I heard in her voice that she was nervous.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

There was another pause before she continued. "That wasn't the last time I snuck into papa's office. I've been there many times since then... to see more of the movies and pictures."

My dick gave a twitch at what she was implying. This was surprising to say the least. I never would have thought that sweet little angel Anastasia would have such a dark side to her. I guess that proves that you can never truly know someone. You wouldn't believe it by just looking at her but it seemed that she had inherited some traits from her father after all.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, genuinely surprised and curious.

"I don't know," she said and turned to look at me again. Her stormy eyes brimmed with emotion. "Maybe I thought you would understand and not hate me."

I searched her face for any indication of what she was thinking but it was impossible. There was just too many conflicting emotions.

Leaning down I placed a kiss on her forehead. It was tender and sweet, not intended to mean anything deeper. "I could never hate you, little angel."

A look of disappointment flashed through her eyes before it disappeared and got replaced by annoyance and fierce determination. Her hand moved so fast that I didn't have time to react. She grabbed my neck and pulled my head down, placing her lips over mine.

I was stunned for a second before I opened my mouth to give her demanding tongue access. It was nothing like I remembered from all those years ago. Back then it had been all but carnal lust on my part, nothing else. This time it was different, electric, almost supernatural. I couldn't explain it but something passed between us at that moment, something felt but not seen.

After I don't know how many minutes we separated, both of us panting hard, lost for breath. I felt her entire body throb against me in time with her heartbeat as we stared into each other's eyes. A moment passed. Then another. I blinked and then she blinked.

Somewhere between those moments, the moment between moments if you will, we came to an understanding. Don't ask me to explain it. It would be impossible for me to do. It was more instinct than anything.

I cleared my throat and she double blinked, the moment broken. Her cheeks flushed before she laid back down, her head against my chest. There was no doubt that she could feel how my heart was racing a million miles an hour. Even I could feel it.

The movie continued but I didn't think either of us paid it any attention. Something had changed between us and we both knew it. It made me unable to focus on anything else, only thing on my mind the giddy feeling of anticipation in my chest. I wanted more, much much more. But I was afraid, afraid that if I did something it would ruin everything.

She had her hand near my necklace but wasn't playing with it. I could feel it tremble for a second before she moved it, trailing my chest downward. I wasn't sure what she was doing but her breathing was coming in bursts then, like she was trying to hide the fact that her breath was heavy.

I had no doubts that she could see my erection bulging in my pants but as soon as her hand came in contact with it she drew in a sharp breath of surprise anyway. I didn't say anything, just letting her do what she wanted, my heart beating fast with barely concealed anticipation.

Her hand was tentative and delicate as it moved over my bulge. She squeezed it lightly and I couldn't hold back a heavy breath from escaping my lips. The strain my pants put on my dick was starting to edge on painful and I wanted nothing more than to tell her to open them.

She was a step ahead though, turning a little so she could use both her hands to open the top button. Her previous caution was gone, replaced with a determined need as she popped the button and pulled the fly down. Immediately my boxers shot out, tented by my rock hard erection.

She was done with taking it slow, not even stopping to look around in case someone was watching before pulling my boxers down. A small gasp left her lips as my cock flopped out and came to a rest against my stomach, pointing straight at her.

I couldn't help it, as soon as her lips touched the head I let out an audible groan. Unfortunately this happened just as the movie played a silent part, catching the attention of both the other couples. From our position it was impossible to hide what was going on.

I was beyond caring though, leaning my head back and letting out another groan as her lips slid further and further down my shaft. I was in heaven, feeling her talented mouth working me over. It was one of the more fonder memories from our previous times together; her cocksucking skills were incredible.

Opening my eyes I glanced down at her head, her silver hair splayed all over my lap. I took a moment to gather it all up, twisting it around my hand to keep it in place. The other couples didn't seem to mind and were, in fact, staring on with curious eyes, the movie entirely forgotten. After a little while I saw both of the heads of the ladies disappear in front of their partners.

Soon the sounds of groans and slurping filled the theatre, mixing with the sound from the movie. If any of the management noticed something they didn't do anything about it. At one point Anastasia slid down to the floor, getting on her knees to get a better vantage point. This made it possible for her to take me deeper and I let out another groan as I began feeling her nose breathing on my pelvis between strokes.

After a few minutes of this the couple right in front of us a few rows down decided to take it to the next level. The woman, a rather fetching dark skinned lady, stood up and slid her panties down from underneath her skirt. Then she proceeded to straddle her partner and sink down on him with a slow moan. Our eyes locked for the briefest moment, our matching grins telling us that we had no problem with what the other was doing.

I had a front row seat to the show and I'm not talking about the movie. The woman began riding her partner without caution, moaning loud and pulling his head to her chest. This caught Anastasia's attention and she let my cock slip out with a slurp before turning her head to see what was going on. It was just in time to see the guy pull her top down, revealing a pair of rather plump breasts.

I was getting close so she had just enough time to let out a gasp before I guided her head right back to my groin. She looked up at me with playful eyes before resuming her task.

After not very long the situation became too much for me, the familiar tingle in my balls signaling my inevitable release. I placed a hand on the back of her head, pushing just a little to make her go deeper. Picking up on what was about to happen she took me as deep as she could, going well past the point where her mouth ended and her throat began.

"Angel..." I managed to croak out before I exploded, shooting load after load straight down her throat. I felt her muscles convulse around me, letting out a gulping sound every time she swallowed.

"Jesus..." I panted, feeling all my muscles relax as my climax tapered down. She bobbed her head a few more times, making sure to suck every last drop out of me.

Finally she withdrew with a pop. "Lets get out of here," she said, giving me a big grin. I could only nod as I hurried to button up my pants. I threw one last glance at the couple in front of us before I hurried after an almost rushing Anastasia.

We got to the parking garage and we barely made it to the car before she had managed to pull my belt off, getting more and more violent the longer it took. I spotted an older, confused looking lady who was staring at us, probably wondering if we were fighting or doing something else. I was too busy with the possessed girl to care.

She literally pushed me into the backseat of the car, only stopping long enough to unbutton and pull off her pants before throwing herself after me. I didn't know what had gotten into her but I wasn't about to object. Finally having enough of my bothersome shirt she decided to just rip it open, sending buttons flying in all directions. I had enough sense to use one of my feet to pull the door closed after us. The back windows were tinted so it was unlikely someone was going to spot us.

"Angel... whats..." I began but she silenced me by pushing one of her fingers into my mouth.

"Don't talk," she said, pulling her finger from my mouth and trailing it down my chin and chest, leaving a trail of saliva in it's wake. She got all the way down to my pants where she began trying to unbutton them again, using only one of her hands.

It wasn't going very well and she began to actually growl after a few failed attempt. I moved my hands down to help her but she slapped one of them away and grabbed the other, pinning it over my head.

This was a new experience for me, having such an aggressive partner. It was surprising because this wasn't at all how I remembered her. Back then I had been the one issuing commands and telling her to be quiet. I found this new attitude of hers quite refreshing and I would continue to let her think that she was the one in control. For now.