The Mirror Ch. 01

She caught my glance, and the blush on her cheek spread from ear to ear in embarrassment. I knew very well that she had never even so much as held hands with a boy before, let alone exposed herself in front of one like this.

She did, however, have a decent amount of experience touching herself. Before long, her body was reacting physically to her touch. She made an effort to not make any noise, but it was in vain. Soon enough, the sound of her short, suppressed moans filled the car.

"I'm *moan* gonna cum *moan* can I *moan* stop?" She asked, hoping that I'd had enough for now, but I hadn't.

"No, of course not. Keep going until you cum." I said.

She let out an exasperated huff, but her hands kept moving at the same speed. Soon enough, her short, half-contained moans turned into full-blown cries of pleasure until she suddenly arched her back, opened her mouth into an O, and let a wave of tremors shake her entire body. One last, long moan escaped her mouth as she collapsed back into the seat, her body still trembling.

She had been trying to hold off the orgasm for too long. When she came, it was so powerful that she had squirted all over her panties. From what I've seen through her memories, this was a rare occurrence.

"Fuck, now the dress is ruined."

"We'll find you a change of clothes," I said, parking the car.

We were on the opposite side of the city now. There is a sex shop here that I had passed by a few times before.

I went inside after instructed her to take her belongings out of the car and walk towards a bus stop a few blocks away. This vehicle is stolen. We will be leaving it here.

My parents are pretty hands-off when it came to raising me, giving me a decent amount of money and leaving me alone so long as I didn't do drugs, commit crimes, or flunk out of school. Being the first people to know about my power, they'd long since learned that they couldn't control my life, so they decided to trust me to find my own path instead. Thanks to their relative wealth, I could blow a few hundred dollars on an entire duffle bag of sex toys and BDSM tools without even caring.

If I'm to serve as the punishment for Aria, I was going to enjoy myself.

I caught up to Aria before the bus left. She didn't know which one to get on anyway. Paying for our fares using coins, we were now on our way back to my house.

The two of us ended up settling in at the very rear of the bus, and the bus quickly filled up to the brim. I liked this. The crowd would obscure our actions from prying eyes.

Gathering my mental strength, I sent subconscious suggestions to everyone in the back half of the bus to not look in our direction or notice us. I then made my move.

Aria was standing in front of me while I was sitting down, and this gave me easy access between her legs. I gave her a mental order to stay quiet and stuck one hand up her dress. Her panties still soaking wet from squirting earlier.

Not liking the cold wetness, I pulled the panties down all the way to her feet and had her step out of them. Littering wasn't my thing, so I picked them up discreetly and stuffed them in my bag, taking out a small toy in the process.

I had Aria turn around to face me, and her face was red as a beetroot. Exposing herself to me was one thing, but doing this so publicly was a whole other level of embarrassment. Yet, despite her embarrassment, the fear of discovery seemed to turn her on more. She was getting even wetter by the second.

I had her lift one of her legs and step into something, then repeated the same with her other leg. I then pulled up the panties that I had bought her, and she let out a thankful little sigh at being properly covered again.

However, her gratitude was brief as I took out the remote control and activated the vibrator in those panties. Luckily, the sound of the bus made the buzzing difficult to notice.

It was clear that Aria had never experienced a vibrator before. Her legs immediately buckled, sending her tumbling into my arms as she gasped at the sudden pleasure.

"Do you like that?" I whispered in her ear jokingly, knowing what her response would be.

"Fuck no, stop it, not in public, please!" Aria protested urgently, but her panting breath gave her away. As flustered as she was at being pleasured in public, she couldn't help but enjoy it.

Realizing that she couldn't possibly stay standing, I had her sit in my lap as I kept the vibrator on high. Pretty soon, though, she had to move forward to sitting on the edge of my knees to accommodate the growing tent in my pants.

Aria tried to use rapid, rhythmic breaths to regulate her physical response, but she has clearly never experienced such intense stimulation before. The pleasure quickly overpowered her defences. Her short breaths quickly turned into panting, then into drawn-out moans. I had to reach into her mind - I was getting better at this pretty fast - to keep her from getting loud enough to draw attention.

In my haste to force pleasure upon her, I had forgotten that I never gave her any direct orders against harming me. Rookie mistake, I know. Whether it was intended as revenge or out of reflexive as a response to the sensory overload she was experiencing, Aria suddenly pinched my leg really hard. This time, it was me who had to hold myself back from yelping in pain as I used my mental control to force her hand off me.

The pain she had inflicted, however, had given me an idea. Reaching around her legs, I suddenly pinched the inside of both her legs, hard. This immediately caused her to reflexively squeeze her legs tightly together. She let out a slight squeal in pain and pleasure as the position pressed the vibrator even more tightly against her. She almost came right then and there.

I moved my hands up, grabbing onto her tits. They were of perfect size, in my opinion. She wasn't so well-endowed that her tits were in any danger of sagging but were still big enough to allow a good amount of squish in my hands. I molested her mercilessly for a while, shaping and reshaping her tits in my hands.

Soon enough, I could sense that she was on the verge of another orgasm.

Reaching down, I shut off the vibrator just as suddenly as I had turned it on. Aria breathed a long sigh, mixed with a paradoxical blend of relief for not having been forced to cum and frustration for being so close yet so far to the blissful release of climax. Her hands almost immediately shot down to her crotch, trying to push herself back towards the edge.

With a simple mental command, I stopped her in her tracks. She wouldn't get to cum again for a while.

The remainder of the half-hour bus ride home consisted of me repeatedly pushing her to the edge of climax but denying her of that ultimate release. She no longer felt any relief now each time I turned the vibrator off. There was only frustration, discomfort, and painful anticipation of the next round of her torture.

By the time we got back to the stop near my house, Aria had utterly lost control of her legs, not even able to stand up when I had told her to get off the bus. We would have missed our stop if I had not reacted quickly and physically ordered her body to move.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" She hissed at me once we got out of earshot of anyone nearby. The neighbourhood streets were thankfully empty, with no one there to see her face red as an apple.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you don't accept your punishment?" I asked in a joking tone. I didn't mean it to be threatening, but she immediately jumped to conclusions.

"No, no, I'll accept the punishment." She said, fear trickling back into her voice as she imagined how quickly she'd be given to the authorities and subsequently executed if I were dissatisfied with her. "But please, don't do that to me in public again. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to make any loud noises?" She was almost crying.

"I thought I gave your body an order not to make any sound?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Some physical reactions are involuntary, dammit! You hardly put any force behind that command, and it barely had any effect! I had to choke every scream down myself!" She half-shouted, exasperated. Evidently, I didn't know how to use my new power as proficiently as I thought.

"Mirror," She addressed me - catching me off-guard. That's right, I haven't told her my name yet. "You may be able to reflect my power back on me, but you need to learn to use it right! I'll let you do whatever you want to me, but if you keep doing this in public, I'm going to end up getting caught anyway. Too much attention!"

"Please, don't be reckless. My life is on the line. I'm on the run from the FBI and half the hero groups on the planet. Did you really think no one on the bus noticed? Some of them noticed. They just didn't say anything because it would be awkward! Please, don't do this anymore!" She pleaded with me in a serious tone, looking down to hide the tears on the verge of spilling out.

Shit, I'd gotten too carried away. Plus, it was my first day of using these new powers, and I was quickly getting tired. Even though I kept giving subconscious suggestions every time someone boarded the bus, each one was less effective than the last. Some of them had been able to notice.

It was a good reminder that these powers weren't foolproof, especially when used recklessly. I'd have to keep that in mind. Furthermore, Aria's words also revived what little moral sensibility I had remaining in the moment. I made a deal with her, and I must uphold my end to protect her so that she doesn't meet an untimely end.

Besides, it's not like I'd enjoy getting called out for being a perv in public either. I decided then that, as much as possible, I would keep all our future sexual endeavours in private.

I gave her a reassuring nod to let her know that it won't happen again, and then we were walking the final stretch back to my house, where a new chapter of our lives will begin.