Greed God chapter 22

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 8:00 AM EDT

I  heard Dinah pull up when she finally arrived. I suspected she'd taken  her sweet time getting here specifically because she was worried about  how tough this conversation was going to be. I wondered what exactly she  thought it was going to entail. I suspected she was planning to cut off  contact. She had probably been unsure and waffling but getting in touch  pushed her guilt too far. She was planning to come here and say that  what had happened was her fault, that she'd taken advantage of me and we  shouldn't see each other anymore.

Which  was not, of course, how any of this would go. Because despite what she  might tell herself there was something else she would be thinking about  when she was here too. This was my bedroom, and she would be imagining  the things I did to Barbie in here, or at least, she would be if I had  my way. Combined with my secret weapon I was going to get this bitch on  my dick tonight no matter what. Now that I could sense the emotions of  women I was sexually entwined with I had a massive edge, and my old man  always told me it's a shame to let a sharp blade rust in it's sheath.

I  headed downstairs to meet her, and I threw on a button up that I  purposefully left open to expose my abs, making sure to pant like I was  out of breath when I made it down to the garage. She hadn't called again  or even texted me that she was almost here, probably because she was  putting things off. When I saw her I put on a big happy grin and swept  her up in a bare chested hug as she got out of her can. "Dinah! I'm so  glad to see you! I thought you reconsidered!" I pressed her against my  body, enjoying the feel of those fat tits mashing against my cut torso  before I sadly had to let go.

Doing  so was enough for me to consider her a sexual conquest in the making,  and my ability to sense emotions and desires officially kicked in, and  Dinah. Dinah wanted it BAD. It wasn't too recent either. She'd been  fantasizing about me when we weren't talking. Every time her boyfriend  made her mad she would make herself cum thinking of me, just as a  harmless little fuck you. But the more she did it the more I turned her  on, the more I appeared in her dreams or popped into her head when she  was fingering herself.

I  have to admit, I almost just broke down there and pulled out my cock. I  could have fucked her, if I pushed. She'd have regretted it but I could  have guilted her into it for "leading me on". Could've made her thing I  needed to get my dick in her to get over her, but I didn't. My mental  resistance protected me from myself too, and I wasn't about to ruin all  my work just to get her on my dick a few minutes early. Haste mad waste,  and I wasn't wasting all this effort. When Dinah took her dicking I was  going to make it stick.

So  I pulled back from that pent up milf, who was now blushing a bit, and  gave her my best relieved smile, forcing a blush onto my own face.  "I...I'm sorry that was over the top, you just kind of scared me. I  thought you didn't want to see me anymore." There was the guilt, mixed  with some resolve. She still thought she was going to break things off.  It was almost cute. I'd been playing her like a fiddle BEFORE I could  read her emotions, there was no way she was walking out of my house  without a limp.

She  held up a bag. "Sorry I was late. I stopped for donuts. I realized I'd  eaten but you hadn't so I wanted to pick something up for you." The  tangle of emotions there was...confusing. Dinah was used to taking care  of teens, presumable she interacted with the sidekicks, but her sexual  interest in made even picking me up breakfast feel...dirty. She enjoyed  taking care of me, and a traitorous little part of her mind wondered if  it wouldn't be ok to let me take care of her too. Give her what she  needed.

I  took the donuts with a smile and offered her my arm. "That's so sweet of  you, come on, I'll show you to my room. Sorry about the house, it's not  home but it's much, you know?" She chuckled at that, a throaty sound I  don't think she meant to make, and then took my arm. "I'm glad finding  out the address didn't put you off." I adopted a sad expression. "I know  what people think about my dad, you wouldn't be the first person who  wanted nothing to do with me because of him. I'm glad you didn't decide  to bail like that though, I've just been...so much happier since we  started talking."

I  felt a flash of guilt and self loathing as I led her to the elevator  and I cackled internally. Boom, right in the mommy complex. Now she felt  like an asshole for preparing to abandon a lonely teen whose father was  a genuine monster. It joined the discordant hum of her other feelings  for me, destabilizing them even further. It was an odd sensation really.  Rather than a map of her entire emotional layout I was more getting a  constant feeling for her surface emotions, with some unconscious  insights into her deeper desires when they scratched the surface.

This  was much less of a science than I thought, and more of an art. I had to  hit a moving target here, and even though I could now SEE where it was  moving to, it still took all my skills to tap that bullseye. I brought  her up to my room, leading her inside and turning to smile at her shyly.  "Hey, sorry about the mess, I'm kind of a slob. I tried to clean up a  bit." Cue my blush. "I've never had a woman like you in my room before.  Honestly, the last girl in here was Barbie." Which was true, though not  in the way I implied, I still felt a flash of annoyance from Dinah when I  mentioned it.

I  grabbed her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers and feeling her  stomach churn with a flash of excitement as I led her over to the bed.  Patting to get her to sit down. "Here have a seat, I changed the sheets  at least. They were a bit of a mess..." I trailed off like I was  embarrassed. I had changed the sheets, just so I could make that comment  and make her think about what I'd been doing on them so recently. I  gave her an adoring smile. "You look lovely by the way. I can't believe  you just wake up like that."

She  did like absolutely delicious. Those fat tits were packed into a  compression tank and her plump thighs and juicy ass were stuffed into  yoga pants tight enough I was positive there were no panties under them.  She must have gone to breakfast from the gym, and her blonde hair was  swept back into a ponytail completing the healthy gym bunny look. It  worked for her. She flushed a bit when I said it, and I felt a pulse of  desire from her, a sort of unconscious flattery that the teenager with  the cut abs was so entranced by her.

She  swallowed hard. "Thank you Nick, that's awfully sweet of you." She  steeled herself. "So, I wanted to talk to you about something  important." She tried her best to look away from both my face and body,  not wanting meet my eyes or look at my chest or abs. In response I moved  in closer, leaning into her personal space, putting a hand on her  pillowy thigh, about halfway up. Not close enough to be obviously  sexual, but enough that I felt a pulse of desire shoot through her as I  touched her.

I  gave her my brightest smile. "Of course Dinah, you know you can talk to  me about anything." I chuckled ruefully, looking away and leaving my  hand where it was. "Honestly I expected you not to want to be friends  anymore after my...slip up, in the alley. The fact that you wanted to  talk at all is just such a relief." Another spike of guilt and self  loathing. I gave a hard swallow and looked at her shyly. "Honestly I'm  still shocked you were so cool about it. It must have been awful having  me throw myself at you like that. I know a woman like you wouldn't be  interested in a kid like me."

I'd  never felt a combination of lust, guilt, self loathing, and  protectiveness before, but that's what I got from her as she reached up  to grab my chin, forcing her gaze up to mine. "Hey. None of that. You  didn't throw yourself at me. You were...confused. We both were. We got  caught up in things and made a mistake. Me not wanting to go further  isn't about you. You're..." She ran her eyes over my body, taking a  ragged breath. "You're a very attractive young man Nick. Don't think I'm  not interested. I just...I already have someone."

I  gave a bitter chuckle. "Yeah. Everyone has someone. Friends, family, it  must be nice. My dad is never here, off planning his schemes or  whatever, and my mom died when I was young." I swallowed when I said  that, adding a serious dose of mommy guilt to her swirling emotions.  This next part was delicate, but I could do it with her emotions as a  guide. I force my eyes to prickle with tears, which I purposefully fail  to hide as I wipe them away, turning my head a bit. "I know it's a weird  thing to say, but I think maybe that's why I felt so safe with you.  You've got that kind of warm nurturing feeling about you." I snorted.  "Rich boy with mommy issues, news at eleven right?"

This  was an insanely tight target to hit. I needed to play on her guilt over  abandoning me as a mother figure, while still keeping her in the strike  zone sexually. Making her see me as both vulnerable and in need of  protection and desirable forbidden fruit. Which was a tough line, but I  knew how to do it. I squeezed her thigh a bit, not inching up but making  her body react to me, then I met her eyes with my own. "I know why  you're here now, I think. I didn't before, but I do now. You feel the  same as me. Feel like we have a connection, but you don't want to hurt  anyone else."

I  leaned in, breathing heavily, my voice dropping as I literally tapped  every single forbidden thought she had with my next words. "Isn't it ok  for us to take care of each other though? Friends need each other  sometimes. I know I need you, and I can feel that you need me too." I  slid my hand up her thigh, feeling her lust spike. "Let me take care of  you Dinah, and I'll let you take care of me. We don't need to hurt  anyone. It'll just be here. Give me some good memories of this place?  Help make it a home for me? No one will ever find out."

It  wasn't just words. I could literally reach out and touch her desires,  her emotions. When they were this strong and we were in contact I could  stroke that fire, press those buttons with my own two hands, and I did. I  hit every single sweet spot in her mind, pushed and tweaked everything  just a bit, in the most subtle way possible, to create a gap that her  lust could escape from, and when that gap appeared all that boiling lust  she'd been unknowingly stoking for me for weeks just blew up all over  me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my mouth down to hers as  she mashed her body against me, and I grinned internally. This new power  was certainly useful, this was well ahead of schedule. This was going  to be fun.