Visiting Mira

Mira looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair was just the right level of mussed, looking like, yeah, she had combed it, but she didn't really care, you know? It was important to come off as effortlessly attractive. If it looked like you were putting effort into your appearance, you looked vain. Mira was arrogant, yes, but she'd rather people thought she was so cocky about her intelligence, or her winning personality, or her effortless charm, not her ravishing good looks.

Just the word ravishing set her on edge. Roger had given only an abbreviated version of the events in Arcadia - he'd been kidnapped, his across-the-hall neighbor had actually been Fals (fucking absurd, she'd already vetted his current neighbors and she'd be keeping an eye on any replacements), they had had a sexual relationship before she kidnapped him... it made her pissed. She wanted to go back to Arcadia and just gun the bitch down, but apparently Roger had managed to negotiate a deal with her, where she'd leave him - and any other members of her 'harem' who wanted to leave - alone.

Roger didn't seem nearly so angry, when she had brought him back from that hell, so what right did she have to get pissed? It was a classic girl move: your partner gets sexually assaulted and you turn it into something all about you, which just puts him on edge. "He doesn't want to have to deal with your emotional fallout, he's got his own to deal with," she said to herself in the mirror. "Be cool. He's coming over. You can play video games, watch TV, talk, whatever. It's all good. This is Roger. He's a cool guy. Don't mention sex unless he does. Definitely don't mention what happened unless he brings it up." She let out a long sigh, then started to mentally rehearse, wanting to be 'normal' when he showed up.

* * *

Mira smiled as she saw me at her front door. "Helloooo, handsome," she said, with a warm, gregarious smile. "Come on in," she added, taking my wrist and gently drawing me in. There was a momentary hesitation from the moment that she grabbed me, but she overcame whatever it was with ease. "I put up some trees, no more paparazzi bothering us," she told me. "Of course, they may not have anything to bother us about," she added. "We're friends, right?" She added. "With the occasional benefit, obviously. The occasional very nice benefit." She licked her lips.

She was definitely being more awkward than she normally was. "We're friends," I said, and gave her a friendly smile, or my best impression of one.

"Hey, what's the matter?" She responded, immediately looking sympathetic and genuine. "Look, if something's bothering you, I can change it, stop it, keep doing it, do it harder, whatever you want. I don't want to make you feel bad, Roger. I do like you quite a bit." She gave me a playful wink, something that suggested I knew well what she liked me for. "And for more than just that," she added, giving my shoulder a quick pat.

"Honestly, I just want you to shut up and suck my cock," I told her. The words came out too harsh the moment they left my mouth, but while her eyebrows rose, she grinned.

"If that's your honest opinion, let's get going," she said, grabbing my wrist and half-pulling me along with her into the bedroom. She looked like a kid that had won a lottery prize, by the way she responded. "You're not just sexually acting out or something? I can enjoy finally giving Roger Cooper one of my prized blowjobs?"

"I honestly barely understand the question. Yes, you can suck my dick. I might get rough," I added, by way of forewarning. "If I get too rough, just slap my thigh or something."

"Ooo, somebody's in a mood," Mira said, with a grin as she gently guided me onto my back on the bed. She licked her lips hungrily, just undoing my belt and unzipping my pants without any real hesitation. "I guess it's lucky for you that I'm such a skilled fellatrix, hmm?" She prompted, as she tugged my pants down around my ankles, my hard cock bursting free. She let out a sigh as she saw it, reaching out to stroke it. "Tasty thing," she said, before leaning forward to start sucking on the tip of my dick, just wrapping her lips around it. Her cheeks softly hollowed as she did so, and I groaned in response, letting my head rest against the pillow comfortably as she got to work.

Mira was, of course, a very skilled fellatrix. Her lips were wrapped around my cock in no time at all, then she began to rapidly descend down my length, her throat soon filled with my cock. I groaned faintly at the sensation, reaching down to just pet her. There was something pleasant about it, seeing her hazel eyes staring up at me with intensity, silently begging for praise. She played the role of the cocky and confident seductress, but in bed? She was incredibly insecure. She wanted reassurance that she was good at what she did.

Maybe all men back in my world were so insecure? I definitely wouldn't be happy if, after eating out Xico or something, she told me I wasn't any good. There was a certain sadistic temptation that I felt to actually push on Mira, to suggest that her blowjob was sloppy and incompetent, to see what that would motivate her to do... but it could just motivate her to get annoyed at me.

So instead, I continued to run my fingers through her hair, groaning, my dick twitching past those pretty lips. From a certain perspective, this was the dream - a beautiful, rich, brilliant woman on her hands and knees, sucking my cock eagerly. Hell, from any perspective, honestly. She sucked all the harder on my dick, now that I was nonverbally praising her, and I gasped in pleasure, casting my head back. That encouraged her even more, and she started to frantically bob, pumping her face on my cock. It felt fucking fantastic, especially as her tongue got into it, as she started to twist her head back and forth. She threw in the occasional hum, as well, each of which got cut off each time she took me to the base, and I gasped in pleasure at that point.

My brain pretty much melted at that point, and my hand shifted from petting her to grabbing a tangle of her long red hair and just starting to pound away. I wasn't gentle with her, though I didn't use my superspeed to drag it out - I was chasing the sensation in the moment, and going at superspeed wouldn't intensify that. Particularly given that, even as I fucked her face, her tongue kept working, and she kept smiling with her eyes up at me, seemingly uncaring about what I was doing.

I wanted more than that. I was feeling crude. Sadistic. Domineering. I was still in control of myself, ultimately - that's why, rather than just choke her on my dick or something similar, I peeled her off my cock, enjoying the wet pop as my dick left her mouth. "Say something for me," I told her. "Say you're a hot billionaire who's always down to suck my cock."

She actually grinned at that. "I'm a hot billionaire who's always down to suck your cock," she said, almost preening as she said it.

I thrust her back down onto my cock, starting to pound away at her face again. She took it eagerly, humming as my dick throbbed in her mouth. Her words weren't quite as satisfying as I'd wanted them to be, but they were the first thing to come to mind... how much she loved sucking my cock? No, I could tell that just by looking down at her. I peeled her off, and she panted for a moment, catching her breath from the rough facefucking she got. "Praise my cock," I ordered her. "Tell me how nice it is."

"It's really nice," she said, smiling. "Big and hard, just like I like 'em. I mean, I'm good with any si-mmf!" She got cut off by me thrusting her back down my length, and I just sighed as I enjoyed it for a few long moments, pounding her face up and down my dick. She didn't offer the slightest complaint, even did her damnedest to add to my pleasure - humming, twisting her head from side to side, licking like my dick was the tastiest thing she'd ever had.

I peeled her off again. "Tell me that my cock is the tastiest thing you've ever had - no, second tastiest, after my cum," I told her. "Jerk me off on your face, too," I added, and her hands instantly came up, obediently stroking my dick.

"Your cock is the second tastiest thing I've ever enjoyed. Only second to your cum," she added, with a wink.

"Beg me to paint your face with my cum," I ordered.

"Please, Roger. Please paint my face with your cum. I want it all over me, I want you to come so hard on my face, come like you can't stop, just come!" Her voice was more eager than pleading, playful as she did what I said, but with her hands jerking me off, I decided to go for it, groaning as my hips bucked and I let go all over her face. She just closed her eyes and took it with experienced ease, her mouth remaining wide open, tongue wagging greedily at the air as she did so. Streams of cum streaked across her face, one line running from her forehead all the way down to her upper lip, another hitting her nostril, a third winding up pretty much entirely in her mouth, where it got greedily gobbled up mere moments after landing.

When I was spent, her fingers started to trail along her features, collecting the cum and popping it into her mouth. It wasn't quite a porno-style deal - it had more "fingerlickin' good" vibes to it, and she avoided the cum that had gotten near her nostril, instead using the sheets to wipe that up. She let out a sigh when she'd finished it, leaning up and leaning back, sitting casually on the bed as she met my gaze. "So that's the kind of thing you like? All you had to do was say. Don't feel embarrassed - I've seen way stranger," she noted.

I felt annoyed at her for breaking character so quickly. I stared her down, part of me wanting to dominate and humiliate her, the rest of me putting the brakes on those thoughts. "Yeah. Some more stuff besides that," I told her.

She gave me an inviting move with her hands, spreading them wide and expectant. "I'm an open-minded woman. Don't worry about offending me." She licked her lips, as if to remove the last of my flavor from them, and my cock twitched at the sight. "Go ahead, Roger."

I grabbed her hair again, this time using my superspeed to do it. She let out a faint noise of surprise at the sudden movement, but then twisted her lips up into an easy smile. I just pushed her down towards my cock. "Worship it," I told her. "Lick all along it. Caress it. Rub it against your face like it's the most important thing in the world," I explained.

She smiled and obeyed, leaning forward, slapping my hard cock against her face, not even caring that it was coated in her spit. It was sexy, watching as she snuggled into it, her fingers brushing along my length, her tongue occasionally tracing out. She managed to luck - or intuit - her way into a position that was dead sexy, my dick resting along her nose while she tongued the crook between my balls and my cock, and I just groaned in response. She smiled at that, and stayed in that position, wiggling her tongue about, going so far as to take in exaggerated sniffs, as if to declare that my dick was the nicest smelling thing in the world.

I knew it wasn't, and I knew she knew it wasn't, but it was still damn sexy, getting her to do increasingly obscene things for me like this... there was something so very tempting about having her like this, willing to debase herself so freely. My cock twitched against her face, involuntarily slapping against it, and I was horny enough to ignore the inward bias against saying what I was about to say. "Let's roleplay," I told her, and she nodded rapidly, a giddy look in her eyes. "Mind control. I've mind controlled you into being my sex toy and bank account. You're still a billionaire superheroine, but you suck my cock and give me money whenever I say," I explained, my dick twitching in the air at the mere thought.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the suggestion, but then she nodded. "Yes, Master. I'll do whatever you say. No one at Star Heroic will ever know what you've done to me... my mind is putty in your hand-mmf!" I pushed her down my cock, cutting her off as my dick pushed past her lips. There was something intensely sexy about just shutting her up with my dick, and I held her down. I used my superspeed to make believe that I was holding her down far longer than I actually was, my subjective sense of time stretching out to a minute before I peeled her back off my dick and let her breathe, gasping for air.

I slapped her cheek with my cock, making her flinch in surprise. "Get naked, bitch," I told her, my voice harsh. "You shouldn't wear clothes around me, when it's just the two of us."

"Yes, Master," she agreed, hurriedly stripping herself bare like that, tossing away her top and her bra and her pants and her panties. "Did I do something wrong, Master?" My confusion must have shown on my face. "You called me a bitch. Have I been a bad sex toy for you?" She was earnest as she spoke, not doing some affected little girl type deal.

Oh. Right. In this world, people didn't use the word 'bitch' the same way. It was more like 'bastard,' and it would be weird to call your mind controlled sex slave that. "Ah, no," I said. "I need a pet name for you that really firms up your new role in life, Mira. That you're completely subordinate to me. What would you suggest?"

I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. "Pet, Master? I'll be a very good pet for you..." she said, huskily breathing over my cock, rubbing her cheek against it almost like a cat as she looked up at me. My cock twitched, in the process slapping against her face. "Is this right?" She added, breaking character for a moment. "Sorry, I just figured it's better to check before we're really in the zone and I mess it up. I've never read any mind control where the guy's the one doing the mind control," she explained, letting out a soft breath on the tip of my dick as she idly stroked me.

"You were doing great," I said. She cringed slightly at that. "Pet is a good nickname for you, Mira. Just remember who's in charge."

"You are, Master," she breathed out, nodding rapidly before wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, slowly slurping it all up. She idly twisted her head back and forth, her tongue sashaying all about on the underside of my cock as she moved. I just groaned, fingers bunching up in her hair. A wet gulp around my cock as I got all the way inside her throat, her lips pressing down against the base of my cock, her nose pressed into my groin.

"This is so much better a use to put that mouth of yours to, don't you agree, Pet?" I prompted her, and she nodded around my cock. "Not flirting with other guys. You won't be doing that any more." She shook her head in agreement, wiggling her butt behind her. She was a beautiful woman, more than a sexy one - slender, with a decent ass and tits, and a good face, but nothing that really stood out. Still, she was a literal superheroine, so she was fairly fit, and of course that simple fact gave it a certain added delight. "Do you own a maid uniform?" She shook her head at that, though there was a playful smile in her eyes, as she kept bobbing on my dick. "Buy one. It'll be the only clothes I want you wearing around the house, since that's what you'll be - oh, and when I say the house, I mean my house, because it belongs to me now."

She nodded around my cock, completely going along with whatever dumb shit I said. We were just playing, obviously, but it was damn sexy, and I started pumping her face up and down my dick, enjoying the feeling of her throat, of her tongue, her hums that got cut off each time I penetrated her throat. She just kept working, hands idly rubbing along my thighs, as I kept going, getting more and more intense with her, leaning up as I fucked her face. I didn't use my superspeed - that was a trick I mostly used to last longer, and at this point, I didn't care about lasting longer. Mira wouldn't care if I came in ten minutes anyway, I mused, as I thrust away, balls slapping at her chin.

"That little girlfriend of yours, I'm going to mind control her too, Pet," I said, and there was a hint of hesitation in Mira's eyes, before she decided to nod along. I peeled her off, one hand in a tangle of her hair as I jerked off with my free hand, aimed at her face. "Tell me that you'll help me mind control Tsuru, Pet," I told her.

There was a moment's hesitation, which just made it all the hotter. Obviously, Mira was hesitating because bringing Tsuru into this off the cuff was weird and possibly inappropriate, but I could pretend it was because some part of her was still resisting my 'mind control'. "Yes, Master. I'll help you mind control Tsuru. I'll help you mind control whoever you want. Anyone... you... want..." she said, huskily, doing her best to come off as extra seductive - I rewarded her with my dick thrusting deep inside her mouth again, as I started to pump away at her face.

"Mmm, fuck, this is nice," I told her, relishing the feeling of her throat around my dick. She hummed softly, the noise repeatedly cut off with every pump of my hips against her face. "This is where you belong. You'll never fuck another man as long as you live, Pet. You'll be lucky if I even let you do sexual things with Tsuru, once I've enslaved her too," I explained, and she nodded docilely, going along with whatever I said by this point. I felt my balls churning, and forced her deep down on my cock, then used my superspeed to ejaculate in what, to her, was a mere second or two - but for me, was much longer, as my balls were pretty much entirely emptied in her throat.

I panted with relief as I peeled her back up and off, looking at her naked body. She was smiling, real warmth to it, perhaps imagining that I was done with her. I wasn't, though. I was enjoying myself, enjoying the feeling of power over her, the way she went along with my every whim. I licked my lips as I eyed up her naked body, considering exactly how best to enjoy her next... "I'm going to fuck your ass and tug on your hair, Pet," I told her - it served as a way to let her set a boundary if she wanted to. She didn't seem to. "You've lubed me up pretty good, so present your ass to me."

She obeyed, turning around and pointing her butt up at the air. My dick twitched at the sight of it, as her hands went around to clench her ass cheeks, pulling them wide. "Please, be gentle, Master, I'd hate for your cock to get hurt because my spit wasn't good enough lube." My dick twitched wildly at that, bouncing in the air as I got up behind her. She was surprisingly good at getting into this role. I angled my dick up against her asshole, and started to slowly sink my length inside her. I let out a low groan of pleasure, as my cock slowly but surely vanished inside that nice tight ass of hers. She actually squeezed, arresting my motion each time, though by the hot pants she let out, she was enjoying herself too, fingers clumping up on the bed beneath her.

I just gave her ass a swat. It was a casual, almost playful spank. "Slaves shouldn't tell their masters what to do, should they, Pet?" I prompted her, giving her ass a squeeze. She just shook her head, letting out a shuddering noise as she did so, her eyelashes fluttering. Maybe she was turned on by the roleplay, because I don't think she'd been quite this sensitive last time? That had my cock twitching inside her, and I studiously chose to ignore any other potential explanations. My free hand - the one that wasn't groping her nice ass - went down to her pussy, starting to play with her clit. "That's right. I'm the one in charge here, you just do whatever I say, Pet."

"Yes, muh, Master," she panted out, squirming as I gently fucked her like that. Her fingers were practically clawing at the bed beneath her, and fucking her like this was amazing. It was as if I really had mind controlled her, that she was completely under my control.

I reached up with one hand for her modest breast, giving it a squeeze. "Not much up top, huh? How is the breast enhancement technology in this universe, anyway?"

That got a response that broke character, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, her ass tightening on my dick so much I had to stop my movements inside her entirely. "Oh, uh, it's great, Master," she managed to get out, relaxing to let me fuck her again. "You can take some, nn, pills that send you up a cup size, and there's other methods with, n-needles," she panted out, as I fucked away. "It makes your breasts less, suh, sensitive, though."

I got the message. I was going too far. Part of me wanted to push the point, to enjoy sadistically taking advantage of her agreement to this roleplaying scenario, but I suppressed it, instead just playing with and teasing her nipple with one hand, toying with her clit with the other - then using my superspeed to make her come mere objective seconds later, gasping and squirming on the bed as she tumbled forward. "Well, you do have pretty sensitive breasts," I told her. "I guess they're fine at this size, Pet."

There was a part of me that really enjoyed her like this, a tumbling mess, her skin starting to grow slick with sweat, her long red hair growing tangled. As she lay there, shoulders pressed into the bed, arms sprawled out before her, clumping up around the bed sheets, I was reminded of my initial plan, and I simply grabbed a thick tangle of her long hair, pulling her up by it, making her gasp in surprise at the sharp and intense sensation. "This is what you're for now," I told her, pumping away. "My sex toy and wallet. Got it? Being a superheroine, that's not as important as those."

"Nuh, no, Master, it's, not," she got out. She was playing along, but it was obvious to me that she was enjoying more the ass fucking and clit play than the actual roleplay. She squirmed faintly on my dick, undulating as I pulled her all the way up, until her back was pressed against my chest, her sweat-slick skin pushing into my shirt as I pumped her on my dick. "I'm, yours," she got out, before coming again on my dick.

With the way her ass convulsed around my cock, and the already intense psychological effect of bossing around the modern day equivalent of Tesla and Crassus rolled into one, I started to come soon after her, groaning as I found release in that nice, tight ass of hers. She shivered as well, seeming to relish the feeling of my cum inside her - once I was completely spent, though, I let her tumble back down onto the bed, pulling out and flopping back.

It appeared that the sex was intense enough to satiate us both, given that my cock was quickly going soft, and Mira was just laying there on the bed, ass in the air in an awkward position, for almost half a minute before she started to rise up, panting a bit as she turned to look my way. "Good enough for you?"

"Good enough for you, Master," I told her, and her eyebrows rose - but she didn't argue.

"Yes, Master. Sorry," she said, with a small bow of her head.

"And yeah, your ass did satisfy me," I said. She clearly could barely resist a smirk at the line. "Let's take a bath," I told her, rolling myself off the bed. She took a little longer than me to get up, her legs somewhat unsteady, but she obediently took me to her bathroom.

She had one of those really nice baths, the kind that's almost the size of a hot tub, and I enjoyed watching her bend over to plug it up before turning on the water, testing the temperature with her hands. She bend at the knees, not at the waist, but that still meant she was practically perching the same ass I'd just been fucking on her heels.

* * *

Mira considered what had just happened - technically, what was still happening, though gauging by his dick, Roger was done with the "sex" part of it. She did have to wonder if it was, in some way, a response to his recent traumatic experiences. He had been "mind controlled," though not to the extent that he was now playing it up. He'd been unable to leave even if he wanted to, according to what she'd caught from "Stitch". She didn't know how he had talked Fals out of holding him, but it had worked pretty well, given they hadn't seen any sign of breakthrough from Arcadia, not just in New York, but globally.

So was it all a way of acting out his issues? Playing the role of "dominant" against her? From what she'd gathered, she did dress similarly to Fals, and like the Erlqueen, she was incredibly beautiful and wealthy. Of course, she was far smarter than Fals, a better person, and more humble besides. Perhaps he was using her as a psychological proxy for Fals, taking power where it had been denied him?

Or perhaps this was a fetish he had long held, and he had only just become comfortable enough with her to actually enact it. She didn't mind. Being his 'sex toy and wallet' basically meant saying 'Master' a lot, at this point. The occasional awkward digression of dirty talk, into surgery or Tsuru, was something that she didn't really mind. Obviously, she had been surprised when he went there, but she'd gone along with it as best she could, and he hadn't pressed the point.

The water had filled up in the tub, so she pretty much immediately settled herself in. "Is it right to get in the tub before your master?" Roger asked her, still playing the role.

She wondered how long he wanted to play it? She didn't mind, but obviously they couldn't do it at work. "I was testing the water to make sure it was okay for you, Master," she said, doing her best to play the docile victim. She'd have to read some male dominant mind control stuff, just in case this ever came up again. She was completely reliant on flipping the genders for how she behaved, though he certainly didn't seem to mind. "It is. Please, I'll hand wash you." Would a female slave really say something like that? It seemed... crass? Too sexual? Wouldn't a mindslave just do whatever you wanted?

His cock twitched a bit at that, and he quickly got into the tub - superhumanly quickly, barely disturbing the water despite that. It was so interesting, how his power interacted with normal materials. She wanted to find out how long he could hold his breath at superspeed, but, now was not the time. She grabbed some soap and started to wash, rubbing away, pretending like his gorgeous pecs weren't right in front of her, instead simply focusing on her work as she slid her hands along his bare body. She did her best to pretend like she wasn't aroused doing it. Definitely the female mindslave wouldn't get horny cleaning off her master. That'd be way too much work for the guy.

"That's good," he said. "That's a good pet," he said, as she leaned in a bit further, rubbing her hands all along his pecs. They were just so nice, she was going to break character by accidentally just getting distracted and groping them. He had this amazing body, muscular and sleek all at once, a swimmer's physique, and boy did she want to see him swim like this, see his dick bouncing around as he skinnydipped in her pool. She licked her lips involuntarily. "Enjoy what you're looking at?" He asked her.

Fuck! She'd totally broken character! What would a mindslave say? "Sorry, Master," she went with.

He actually seemed confused by that response, then patted her head. "It's fine. You can enjoy looking. You're going to enjoy sucking my cock again, once you've got it nice and clean," he said, his dick peeking up from under the water line as it grew hard.

"Yes, Master," she agreed, smiling. Her mouth was definitely still good, if this handsome devil wanted it so bad. He'd been more averse to it, earlier, and as her hands ran up and down his dick, simultaneously jerking him off and cleaning him off, she stared him dead in the eyes. Daring him to grab her hair again. Fuck it was hot when he did that, when he just lost control so much that he mashed her face into his pelvis. He hadn't even been as rough as she'd expected, earlier. She had kind of thought the threat of roughness was some kind of acting out, but it seemed more like just his normal weird chastity norms...

Hrm. Her thoughts went back to that same old question of what he was hiding. There was a trick there, wasn't there? Maybe... could this be the explanation? That was such a porn idea, but a world where women were utterly submissive to men, particularly sexually? Women had less power historically and even at present, obviously, but in the bedroom it had always been the women who needed the sex more, which was part of why they had less power. However, it did mean they tended to push sex more, be on top, do the work. If it was the opposite, with men dominating... maybe he was trying to reform himself from such a world? Did that fit?

No, the chaste clothing norms didn't fit. Why bother dressing down when the girls obsequiously do what you want? No need to worry about getting jumped by some horny bitch. Plus he apparently hadn't been too careful with Fals...

She was pretty sure his dick was clean by this point, so she just put those thoughts aside, and got to sucking his cock, leaning forward to take his length into his mouth, bobbing half in and half out of the water, breathing through her nose as he pet her and called her all sorts of ridiculous names. She'd blown him before, but he seemed to really like the change in circumstances from the roleplaying, judging by how fast he blew his load in her mouth. She obediently swallowed it all, acting like it was super tasty, rather than just sort of salty and sticky.

Once he was done getting his blowjob, though - "I want you to buy me some things, Pet. Do you have your credit card?" Was that a test? A signal that she could say no? Probably.

"Yes, Master. Not on me, obviously," she noted, given they were naked in the tub. "But in my pants."

"Let's go buy me some video games, on your bank account, then, Pet. You don't mind me wasting your money on whatever I feel like, do you?"

There was some hint there that he saw this as humiliating for her, but that was fine. "No, Master. I don't." She'd bought him video games without any prompting before, after all. As the pair of them got dried off, he started rattling off ideas for video games to buy, adding up the price tags like the money meant literally anything to her. Just sucking his dick in the tube was a bigger waste of time-converted-to-money than every video game he listed, plus the consoles he suggested, plus the idea of buying some Sinclair Iris equipment so he could play it at his home, plus whatever other nonsense like gift cards for money in MMOs.

It felt kind of like he was pushing to see her limit, but really? This whole thing was basically like being his sugar mama; if this was the only way he'd admit how much he wanted her money, then fine. He fucked her, she bought him nice stuff, a relationship as venerable as it was unhealthy.

Mira didn't mind the unhealthiness, though.