As her bright smile returns and she takes my hand and slowly pulls me from the bed to the spacious bathroom with quite the large walk in shower, I reflect that taking the time to word my statements as suggestions and ideas instead of orders isn't that difficult at all. I don't think I've given an accidental command since Hogarth.
Kilgrave may have had to grow up with this power and his childhood may have been absolute shit, but I didn't think he really had as much of a problem figuring out who he was controlling as he wanted Jessica to think. Really, I couldn't help but think he probably just didn't care. When you have mind control and no one ever seems able to resist you, the challenge becomes remembering that people are people.
My thoughts on that were cut off when halfway through mechanically showering, Trish decided that I wasn't paying her enough attention, dropped to her knees, and took my cock into her mouth while looking up at me with eyes that sparkled with mischief. She's very good at what she's doing and I actually have to put a hand on the wall of the shower to steady myself as I let out a groan and rest a hand in her wet hair.
Her tongue swirling around my length, I push her back against the shower wall as well, taking her head in my hands and thrust into her mouth as she did her best to keep up, gagging only slightly as I roughly face fucked her. Grunting I look down at her after a few more minutes of this, "Here it comes darling. Where do you want it?"
Surprising me, she grabs me and pulls me closer, taking me deep as my seed spills out into her throat and she swallows as much as she can. A bit leaks out, but as I pull away Trish just grins and uses a finger to wipe it up before licking that clean. I find myself chuckling again at that grin, even as she rises to press her body against me, clearly wanting another round of sex.
I shake my head at her needy gaze, "I do need breaks darling, but that doesn't mean we can't still have fun…"
Spinning her around, I pull her back against my chest and run my hands over her naked wet body, nuzzling her neck before giving her an order, "Show me how to pleasure your body pet. Teach me every last one of your weak spots."
And she does so, leading to a learning experience as educational as it was fun. Also leading to us not getting out of the shower for another hour, in which time I managed to bring her to orgasm twice without just telling her to cum. By the time we were done and dressed, I was feeling very satisfied with myself as we sat down for a delicious breakfast made by the mansion's cook.
I was already considering removing most of the staff in favor of bringing in people who I hoped to find on the internet who actually wanted to be controlled, but as Trish and I ate the assortment of foods prepared for us, I had to admit that I was sorely tempted to keep the cook hired on. Amusingly enough, the cook came of the same vein as my new 'mother's' lawyer… he was just happy to have someone to actually cook for again without the impending demise of his employer and thus employment looming overhead.
Ah, when put that way, how could I possibly let him go? Such musings were interrupted when Trish drew my attention by taking out her phone and turning it back on. I wondered when she'd shut it off, but judging by the wince that crossed her face, I could tell someone had been trying to get in touch with her, "Jessica I presume darling?"
Nodding, Trish frowns slightly before asking me, "Should I call her back or ignore it? What would make you happy Master?"
I smile at that, it shows she's aware enough to know that I might not want her talking to Jessica, despite the fact that she should still love Jessica as a sister if nothing more. It would seem my happiness is more important than that love, not exactly surprising though given the nature of my control over Trish's emotions, "You can call her back darling, just put it on speaker. Obviously don't tell her the truth. Other than that, I leave it to you. You're quite the actress after all, I have complete confidence in you."
She smiles and squirms as my praise sends the usual spikes of pleasure through her. Taking a deep breath, she hits the call back button and lets it ring. As soon as it's picked up she preempts Jessica by speaking in a casual tone, "Hey Jess."
Jessica is far less casual and her angry tone fills the spacious dining room, "What the FUCK Trish?! Where are you? Your work says you took an extended leave of absence. You know what this looks like to me right?"