Transformed! Nine Magically Erotic Stories by Nadia Nightside Page A

purred, “I couldn't possibly be scared, because I am more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.”
    His mouth hung open. “Beg pardon?”
    “You heard me.” She tugged at her blouse, popping off a button, exposing even more of her perfect, toned visage. “I am turned on as hell. I want you to take me, right here, right now.”
    With one hand, she cleared his desk, sliding up on to it. Her hair tumbled down her side, highlighting her sexy form. Craft was speechless.
    “I’m not stupid, Sir.” She practically cooed the title. “I know you didn’t have to hire those other two models. And if you can exercise this much control and hire me, why not only bring me here? You wanted to show me how powerful you are.”
    She moved one long leg over toward Craft—who had stood up, his hands wavering above her body. Her expensive heel slid up his crotch, pressing gently.
    “You wanted me, in some way, to give in. But you thought you had to do it with intimidation, didn’t you?” She smiled sexily. “Only, power turns me on, Sir. It turns me on a lot. I want you to be able to own me, take me, break me, bend me to your will...but I want you do it knowing how badly I want you to do it.”
    “Fuck.” Craft shook his head, grabbing at her leg now and touching it, as if to confirm that this was happening. She didn't protest in the slightest.
    “Was I the object of your plans all along, Sir? Was it me you got all this money for? I did a little research, and if you offered Jacqueline and Marisol what you offered me, then you were giving up over three-quarters of your profits for the year.”
    He nodded slowly, her hands on his shirt, drawing him in. She knew he was affected by her. Her beauty. He had probably watched her for years now—on the runway, on her swim shoots. Collecting candid photos of her from red carpet events.
    “I bet you’ve cum to the thought of me before,” she said. “Looking at me in hot pictures of yours. Isn’t it so hot, so nice, so wonderful, that every time you’ve gazed lovingly into those pictures, feeling that hot connection, knowing I belonged just with you, only with you—isn't it so hot that every time you did that, that I was looking right back out, just at you, only at you? Don't you love knowing that even with all my beauty, all my perfection, that you were the only man I needed, this whole time?”
    She tore his shirt open, revealing a broad, hot chest. Whimpering hotly, she stroked the muscles there with adoration.
    “Isn’t it nice to know, Sir, that all I’ve really wanted this whole time was for your big, fat cock to fill me up?” Her green eyes were so open, so earnest. “I’ve gone on and on in interviews about being a virgin. Did you know that it was true?”
    “Oh, man...”
    With gusto, he ripped her pants off, revealing the sexy, hot, tanned flesh of her long, long legs. Tiny silver panties decorated her pussy—and were easily removed. Her pussy, waxed, waited for him, dripping out hot juice onto his desk.
    “Did you know, Sir,” she drew her mouth up close to his, breathing so hard, “did you know that I’ve been saving myself...just for you?”
    Unable to hold back any longer, Craft took her by the neck and cheek and kissed her hard. Vivian’s body ramped forward, an orgasm instantly rocking through her. She moaned tearfully into Craft, loving the cool, sublime slip of his control starting to slip over her mind. She could feel it, tendrils of his manipulation sinking into her brain...and she welcomed them. He probably couldn’t restrain himself.
    Unbuttoning for a moment, Craft dropped his pants and kicked them aside. His cock—just as Vivian had hoped—was enormous, thick, and already hard. She needed it inside of her.
    “How will you do it?” she asked him. “How will you take my mind? Am I feeling it already?”
    “The crystals you saw, the shakes, the cameras...these are all extensions of my power. I can build them however I like, but the real