Chapter 4

Thomas had hoped to spend the day distracting himself from his predicament by massaging a variety of clients, but much to his dismay, upon looking at his schedule, he found that it had been wiped clean.

“What!?” he muttered to himself in alarm, scanning the app on his phone as he tried to load and reload it over and over again. “This can’t be happening! I...I was totally booked up a day ago! There’s no way everyone canceled on me at once -- that’s never happened before!” He was sitting out on his balcony, trying to drink in the morning sunlight, even as his newly-shrunken 5’6 frame felt abnormally small in his deck chairs.

But right then, Thomas’s heart sank as he stared out at the glittering ocean. Of course everyone hadn’t canceled on him! No one had canceled anything; Mia had moved their appointments to other people. She was the boss of the whole establishment, and she alone had that kind of power. Thomas didn’t even need to think twice once he had considered the possibility -- he knew that she had done it.

‘So she’s basically just...made it so that I can’t think about anything else,’ he thought despairingly, staring out at the water. ‘She’s trying to play all these crazy mind games with me...to tease me...to make me feel like there’s nothing I can do to resist her.’

He hunched down in his chair, feeling very small indeed. He thought of his dream, and the more his mind dwelled on it, the more small and desperate he felt. There didn’t seem to be any way out of this horrible nightmare of a situation. He completely depended on Mia for his job and his sustenance. He had put all his eggs in one basket, so to speak; he had certainly not banked on being taken advantage of like this. But even worse than his job predicament was, of course, the curse of his shrinking. He somehow knew that it was only just beginning, and that if things seemed bad now, they were going to get a whole hell of a lot worse.

‘There’s nothing I can do,’ he thought despairingly, the laughs of the vacationers beneath him clashing terribly with the hopelessness he was feeling. ‘She’s got me...she’s got total control over me...I’m stuck...I’m trapped.”

But then, in the midst of these despondent thoughts, Thomas felt a sudden surge of optimistic energy. She didn’t have total control over him! Obviously she was some kind of a sick pervert who enjoyed lording her power over certain choice employees who were supposedly at her mercy, but Thomas was not going to let himself go down easily.

“That’s the small person in you talking!” he growled to himself, out loud, gritting his teeth as he stood up. “She hasn’t beaten you -- she’s only shrunk you! And it’s not permanent! If she can shrink you, she can grow you back!”

He felt the optimism in him rising along with the sun, as he felt his body soak up the warm rays. Obviously she got a kick out of dominating men, so all he had to do was show how he wasn’t into it, how she couldn’t force him to enjoy it, and then she would probably lose interest, grow him back, and order him to never speak of any of this ever again.

‘Of course!’ he laughed to himself. ‘That’s it! She’s fixated on me because she thinks I enjoy it! Because she thinks she can make me do whatever she wants because she thinks she’s, like...irresistible to me or something. All I have to do is be strong and resist her and then she’ll get bored and find some other guy to torment!’

Thomas inhaled a great gulp of fresh ocean air. He felt much better about everything now. He had a plan for what he would do later that night, when he went up to Mia’s personal suite. The nagging thought in his mind, that he did actually enjoy being shrunken down, that he did like feeling her smooth, voluptuous body grow under his hands, that he did like being her little plaything, well...Thomas just pushed it all down deep into his subconscious. He managed to convince himself, at least temporarily, that these strange, perverse desires were some kind of weird reaction to Mia’s charms, and that they were only hallucinations.

‘I don’t want to be 5’6!’ Thomas thought to himself, rallying his mind as he searched around his apartment for some clothes that would at least come close to fitting him. ‘And I’m definitely NOT aroused by the thought of Mia being bigger than me...taller than me...with her smooth skin...and those breasts and ass expanding under my hands...making my hands seem smaller and smaller as she gets bigger and bigger…’

Thomas realized that he was letting his mind go again, and he knocked himself in the head a couple times.

“Stop!” he shouted out to himself. “Stop it! You’ve GOT this! You’ve...you’ve got the day off! So just enjoy it!”

He finally managed to find an old t-shirt that wasn’t cartoonishly large on him, as well as an old speedo swimsuit that could pass for a regular swimsuit on his shrunken form, provided that he tied it tightly enough. Standing in front of the mirror, Thomas had to admit that he looked a little odd, a little ridiculous.

“Oh whatever,” he said out loud to himself, trying to smile. “Just...have yourself a beach day!”

Thomas tried to do this -- he really did. He went down to the beach with his towel and his surfboard, but even the journey down there was more arduous than he had anticipated. His surfboard was way too big for him to conveniently carry, and he ended up having to drag it. To make matters worse, his sunglasses kept falling off his face, since they had been stretched to fit the large head of someone who was 6’5, not 5’6. Thomas could have sworn that he saw people staring at him, but he couldn’t really tell for sure.

In any case, he finally made it down to the beach, where he laid out his towel and tried to sunbathe. But he realized that he couldn’t lie still with his eyes closed for very long without Mia’s sultry image rising up in his mind, that amused smirk on her face, as she twerked her big, curvy body, sauntering towards him, getting bigger and bigger and bigger in his vision with each step she took.

‘Ok screw it!’ Thomas thought exasperatedly, after trying and failing to chase Mia’s image out of his mind for the twentieth time. ‘I’ll go surfing! That’ll be a good distraction!’

Unfortunately for him, though, he wasn’t even able to get up on his surfboard. Since he was 5’6 now, the board’s surface area proved too cumbersome for him to manage, and he ended up falling down in the waves over and over again.

Finally, with a good deal of dejected energy, Thomas made his way to one of the beachside bars, sitting down at the end and ordering himself a tequila sunrise. The sun had already risen, and it was actually a little past lunch time now, but Thomas wasn’t hungry. In any case, he was happy that he still got free drinks, at least.

“Decided to give up and call it a day, huh?” came a wry voice from behind the bar. Thomas jerked his head up and saw that the male bartender he had ordered the drink from wasn’t bringing it to him. It was Luna, one of his ex-flings, standing there, her free hand on her hip, holding his drink. Thomas blinked in surprise -- he hadn’t seen Luna in months, ever since they had stopped seeing each other. It hadn’t exactly been the cleanest parting, since Thomas had essentially told Luna that he wasn’t ready for any kind of serious commitment. She had definitely not been pleased to hear this, and they had parted a bit acrimoniously.

“L-Luna!” Thomas stammered, “I...I thought that you, uhhhh...that you weren’t um…”

“Working here anymore?” offered Luna, smirking as she placed his drink down in front of him. “What, you thought that I was just sooooo devastated that we weren’t seeing each other anymore that I just went up and left the island?”

“No...uh, no I...I didn’t really...mean that,” Thomas replied lamely, bowing his head slightly.

Luna stood there for a few moments, letting the silence hang in the air awkwardly between them. She was a well-formed, 5’4 young woman, with long, luscious hair that she had dyed silver. Her ears sported an eclectic variety of piercings, and an impressive contortion of tattoos wove their way up her thighs and arms. She had an edgy look to her, but gracefully so -- the casual, confident way she carried herself was intimidating to many men. Thomas had felt confident around her before, but no longer.

“So…” Luna ventured after a long silence, sticking her tongue into the inside of her cheek, “You’re looking a little...smaller than I remember, Thomas.”

He looked up at her and blinked helplessly. What was he supposed to say?

“Uh-huh…” mused Luna, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, “No response...niiiiiice…”

“L-Look, Luna,” said Thomas pitifully, pulling his drink towards him, “I’m...I’m sorry about what happened between us, but...uh, now’s not really the best time to...uh...to --”

“Oh!” laughed Luna suddenly, interrupting him, “You think I’m still stuck on you!? Haha oh Thomas, it’s been months! I got over you a while ago. Still, though…”

And here she paused again, looking him up and down slowly, making sure that it was completely obvious what she was doing.

“I recently decided that I was tired of sleeping with guys who made me feel like a midget,” she continued. “Sooooo...if you’re feeling lonely, Thomas…” Luna turned around and smacked her ass, making it quiver and jiggle. Thomas couldn’t help but stare. It looked like Luna had gotten thicker since he had last seen her...or maybe it was because he was so much smaller!? Or maybe both -- he had no idea.

“Psssh, who am I kidding,” chuckled Luna, turning back around, “I probably outweigh you now. I don’t think you could handle this ass. Aaaaanyway, nice to see you!”

With a mellifluous laugh, Luna gave him a parting wave, turned heel, and left him there, sitting at the end of the bar. Thomas gaped after her, watching her large ass undulate up and down in her wake.

‘God she’s definitely gotten thicker,’ he thought to himself, but then he shook his head and tried to focus on enjoying his drink. This was difficult, however, since Luna had basically just laughed in his face and humiliated him, seemingly all without any effort on her part. It certainly appeared that she had gotten over him, even though she hadn’t wasted the opportunity to sexually mock him. This whole “distracting himself from Mia” thing wasn’t going so well, and after Thomas had finished his drink, he slunk off back to his apartment, to try and play some video games and make the day go by faster.

Finally, night fell, and it was time for Thomas to go to see Mia in her private suite. Feeling ridiculous, he dressed himself in her night robe, exactly as she had requested, and set off towards the main building of the Landmark Resort Hotel. Mia had a private, opulent suite that occupied the entirety of the main building’s top floor, and as he got closer to the building, Thomas felt his heart rate increase. He looked up at the top windows, and he saw that they were lit from inside with a full, deep red light. He thought that he could see the shadowy figure of someone (Mia!?) moving close to the window, but Thomas didn’t dare look too hard. His eyes shot back down, looking forward, as he heard the blood pumping in his ears.

‘Focus…’ he thought to himself, entering the building and walking up to the elevators, ‘Just...focus. Remember what you need to do. You’re not interested. You’re not into this. You’re just here to joke and play around, and as long as you stay confident, and stay strong, she’ll realize it’s not worth it. She’ll realize that you’re too hard of a nut to crack, and she’ll grow you back and find a real beta to play with.’

But as Thomas pushed the elevator button and stepped inside, he felt an increasing sense of unease, especially as the doors closed. Looking out on the bright lobby, he couldn’t help but feel that the closing doors represented him getting cut off from any semblance of his past life, of normality. Everything in the “normal world” proceeded along on the ground level, just like it always had. Luna was doing her thing...everyone was doing their thing, just carrying on. But he, Thomas, was going up...up, up, up in the elevator, into a new world, a different world, a world where he had no power, where the fantastical was possible, where he was adrift in turgid waters that he could not understand.

Thomas swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt the elevator slow down and stop at the 10th floor. He had to be strong. There was no other way to approach this situation. As the doors opened, he set his jaw hard and led with his chin, stepping out onto the rich purple carpet as he made his way straight ahead towards the only door on the floor, marked “Suite 1001.” His heart was now hammering away in his chest as he lifted up his hand to the door and knocked a few times.

‘Good,’ he thought to himself, trying to rally his flagging spirit, ‘Those were good strong knocks...confident…’

The door opened. Thomas almost staggered back in surprise. He had assumed that he would be able to hear Mia’s approaching footsteps, especially now that she was bigger than him, but she appeared to be almost impossibly light on her feet. There she was, standing in the doorway, grinning down at him, a gossamer silk robe wrapped suggestively around her curvy body. While the gown wasn’t exactly see-through, it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Thomas felt his mouth go dry almost instantly, and any confidence he had been enjoying vaporized in a flash. Mia was a good 3 inches taller than him now, and looked like she outweighed him by at least 30 pounds. But it was the cool, calm, and confident expression on her face (with a dash of furtive naughtiness thrown in) that truly discombobulated his poise.

“Right on time,” Mia purred, her eyes traversing his body up and down, “And I can see that you wore my robe, just as I asked. Oooooh Thomas, you’re such a wonderfully obedient young man!”

“I...just...this is what you asked me to do,” replied Thomas, trying to shrug and appear nonchalant. He could already feel that his strength and resolve were gone, and for a crazy moment he thought about making a run for it.

‘She’ll catch me,’ said a voice immediately inside his head, ‘She’ll catch me and then it’ll get a lot worse.’

“Like I said,” chuckled Mia, nodding her head slowly down at him, “Wonderfully obedient! Well now, how about you come on inside?”

There wasn’t anything else for him to do. Lowering his head briefly as he passed by her, Thomas walked into Mia’s suite. As he walked past her, she gently stepped in closer to him, so that her huge, jutting boobs brushed against his body. He could feel the hard impinges of her erect nipples rubbing up against his shoulder. Only that thin gown separated those boobs, those nipples, from him, and he very nearly turned around to gawk at them. But he kept his head down, determined not to give into her flirtatious games.

*BaDOOM*

Mia shut the door behind him, and even though she had closed it gently, the heavy sound of it closing seemed to reverberate through the air, the floor, and the walls around him. She clinked the large lock shut, giving Thomas a nice long look at her big ass in her night robe, before turning back around and gesturing with her arm toward...a single armchair that was sitting in the middle of the room? Thomas was confused. Was she inviting him to sit? He made a hesitating motion toward the armchair, but Mia caught up with him, taking long, confident strides, her thin nightgown tailing along behind her and giving off a vaguely spicy, fruity scent. At this point, Thomas noticed that the rich red light was coming from the innumerable candles that were flickering around the room. There were so many...dozens and dozens...and he thought of Mia carefully lighting each one as she prepared for him. It was a chilling thought, and yet strangely thrilling at the same time.

“So Thomas,” came Mia’s dulcet voice, cutting through his thoughts, “Did you enjoy your day off?” As she spoke, she sank down into the armchair, gesturing for him to come closer as she did so. Thomas found himself standing before her as she lounged luxuriously in the chair, looking for all the world like a queen in her gown. Thomas felt like a servant-in-waiting, just standing there in front of her, while she sat.

“Uhh...it...it was nice, actually,” he lied. He was tightening his throat, trying desperately to keep his voice steady as he fought the urge to stare down at her large breasts. The rich, spicy scent of the candles was already starting to get to him.

“I went out surfing for a while, got some sun on the beach...you know, the usual,” he continued. He saw that there was a nightstand next to the armchair, and that there was some kind of black case on it, latched shut with a bright silver buckle. Thomas felt a surge of anxiety as his eyes lingered on the case. What was inside? He tried to reassure himself, privately observing that those bottles of special massage oil were nowhere to be seen. Up until now, he had expected Mia to have a massage table all laid out, with the oil ready for him to use...and shrink...but that didn’t seem to be the case after all. He felt a tentative optimism rise up within him.

“Heheh, yes,” chuckled Mia, her long fingers playing with themselves as she put her arms up in a triangle in front of her face, “A little bird mentioned to me earlier today that she saw you...how shall I put this...giving it the old college try on your surfboard. Though she also mentioned how you never really seemed to get the hang of it. What’s wrong, Thomas? I thought you were an excellent surfer!”

Thomas opened his mouth and closed it. Mia’s teasing words had caught him by surprise. So she had, what...spies snooping around, watching him!? He thought immediately of Luna, and was fairly certain that she was the “little bird” that Mia was referring to. But he didn’t want to go any further down this road, knowing that it would only reinforce Mia’s power over him, and so he decided to change the subject.

“You have a...uhm, a nice place...up here,” he said airily, performing a look around the room, attempting to give off an impression of casual approval. “Heheh, I uh, wish my place was this nice, haha!”

Mia watched him trying, and her lips pursed and curled upward in an amused grin. She brought her hand lightly down to her left shoulder, and then, with an effortless flick of her wrist, she tossed off that side of her night robe, exposing her bare shoulder to the air. Her left breast was still covered, but only just. Thomas felt his eyes drawn in, and it was only seconds later that he realized that he had been staring straight at the bare, smooth, immaculate skin on her shoulder, which looked alluringly warm in the candlelight.

“Such a smooth talker,” laughed Mia softly, reaching her fingers up to her bare shoulder and gently, lightly, brushing them across her perfect skin. “It’s too bad I hired you as a masseuse, Thomas -- that’s a silent job! You’re just as good with your mouth as you are with your hands.”

Again, Mia had quickly and effortlessly talked Thomas into a corner. How on earth was he supposed to respond to that kind of stuff!? He was reduced to standing there, gaping stupidly at her figure, as she sighed out sumptuously and flicked her night robe off her right shoulder, exposing it as well. Only her crossed arms in front of her breasts were keeping her gown from falling straight down into her lap. Thomas’s eyes glanced anxiously again at the black case on the nightstand, before reverting back to Mia’s delicious body in the chair. He could feel his cock starting to get hard behind the robe he was wearing, and he closed his mouth, gritting his teeth as he willed his erection to go back down.

“You might be wondering, Thomas” continued Mia in that slow, confident, delectable voice of hers, “Why I brought you all the way up here into my private suite. No doubt you were expecting another massage session, huh?”

“I...well yes, I was,” Thomas nodded.

“Mhm, I could tell,” laughed Mia softly. “So sorry to disappoint you.”

And just like that, she brought her arms down and away from her chest, and her gossamer gown fell down her back, exposing her large, splendid boobs in the candlelight. Thomas felt his eyes go wide, and his heart and breath quickened in tandem. There was simply no way he could avoid staring at them. They were just so big, so round, so perfect, that he very nearly took a step towards them, with his hands outstretched. But he managed to resist the urge, and remained rooted in place. From the elegant, shiny sheen that reflected off her breasts, Thomas could tell that Mia had already oiled them up herself.

“No...I brought you up here tonight for a different reason,” Mia continued. She was now reaching over to the black case on the nightstand, and Thomas felt his heart speed up even more, spurred on by a dreadful sense of foreboding. She grasped the case in her hand, holding it by its handle, and brought it down into her lap, turning it around so that the large silver buckle was facing him. And then, slowly but surely, with an anticipatory smile on her face, Mia brought her fingers slowly around the case towards the buckle. She never broke eye contact with Thomas as her fingers tucked under the buckle, teasing it for a lingering moment.

*Snap*

Her lips parted, her eyebrows jumped, and her eyes widened playfully as she popped the buckle open. And then, after giving Thomas one last knowing look of anticipation, she flipped open the lid of the black case, revealing what was inside. Thomas blinked, and felt a cold dismay suddenly suffuse his body. A black collar sat in the middle of the open case, proudly displayed on a bed of textured silver foam. And circling the collar, all curled up like a snoozing serpent, was a leash.

Thomas put his hands up and began to back away. Immediately as he did so, Mia rose up out of her chair, holding the open case out in front of her, as she slowly advanced on him.

“No…” began Thomas, his voice shaking terribly, “N-No...no, I...I d-don’t...I’m...I d-don’t want it…”

“Oh but Thommmmas,” cooed Mia, matching his retreating steps with her own longer advancing paces, “Quite the contrary...I knowwww you want it.”

“N-No…” he pleaded weakly. Both of his hands were held up in pleading supplication before his face. “No, please Mia, I...I r-really don’t...I don’t w--”

*Thump*

He had backed straight into the far corner of the room, and before he could escape anywhere else, Mia had closed the gap in between them, preventing him from getting away. As she strode commandingly up to him, she allowed the rest of her robe to fall away from her luscious body, and Thomas found that he was staring at her oiled-up figure, her exquisite and flawless skin glowing in the red candlelight, so close to him...so close, so close...and with each little movement she made, those big, perfect breasts jiggled and quivered, right under his chin. Thomas was fully hard now, so much so that his cock had risen out from beneath the folds of his robe, pointing directly up towards Mia’s beautifully smirking face.

“You don’t want what, Thomas?” she mocked quietly, taking the collar and lease out and tossing the case aside. “You don’t want these?”

He shook his head. He couldn’t even form words at this point.

“Ohhhh but I think you’re lying to me, Thomas,” persisted Mia. Her eyes travelled slowly and deliberately down to his cock, and she reached a playful finger down, making him wince in arousal as she made contact with the purpling, mushroom head, pushing it down, down, down, before letting it go up again. He was so hard that it actually bounced up again, going up and down, up and down.

“Hahaha, boing, boing!” teased Mia mercilessly, biting her tongue at him. “Goodness me, Thomas, either you’re lying to me or...or that thing in between your legs is lying and...heheh, well, I don’t think cocks lie...not when they look like that!”

“M-Mia…” croaked Thomas, “Mia, p-please…” He didn’t even know what he was begging for now. In his head he tried to tell himself that he was begging to be let go, but in reality, he knew this wasn’t true. He was begging for something else now: to be allowed to cum.

Without speaking, she swiftly wrapped the leather collar around his neck, fastening it securely in place, before deftly attaching the leash to the collar. With forceful speed, Mia suddenly wrapped the leash around her hand and pulled him in, forcing him to stumble forward into her full, luscious body as she simultaneously lifted up her big thigh and pressed it up in between his legs. His poor tormented cock was now drooling pre-cum all over her delicious thigh, as she continued to hold the leash tight in her hand, tugging it again so that he was forced to look up into her face.

“God, look at your cock,” Mia breathed down sexily on him, grinding her thigh even deeper into his crotch as she pinned him against the wall, “You’ve only been collared for a few seconds, and already you’re about to explode.” She tugged him up even closer to her, as she bent down, dominating his line of vision with her wide-eyed, lustful face. Evidently, she was quite turned-on as well.

“You’re about to bust all over my big leg, Thomas,” she purred down dominantly into his face, “And you know why? It’s because you just looooove being my little pet. You just loooove being my little boob bitch, don’t you? Go on! Go ahead, feel up these biiiiig breasts with your small little hands. I want you to feel how overmatched you are.”

She swiftly wrapped the leash around her full forearm and, reaching both of her hands down, she proceeded to engulf Thomas’s hands in her own, bringing them up to her breasts and forcing them to massage them...to caress them. Thomas’s cock ached with even more desire as he felt his hands become utterly overwhelmed in Mia’s breast flesh. And she didn’t just stop at her breasts; still using her own hands, she guided his hands all the way down her torso, forcing them to go all up and over and around the full, voluptuous, swerving curves of her hips and thighs, even bringing them around to feel the expansive pillowed slabs of her vast and substantial ass.

Thomas was literally teary with lust now. He blinked, and the tears began running down his cheeks. There was no hiding now -- she had totally broken him down, and all that was left was to surrender to it all and cum.

“Beg me,” whispered Mia lustily in his ear, as the squelching sounds of his hands feeling her up sounded lasciviously out into the dark air around them. “Beg me to let you cum.”

“P-Pleeeease, Mia!” moaned Thomas, his face contorted. “Pleeease...l-let me cum!”

Mia only responded by grinding her thigh even more into his cock, as she once again wrapped her hand around the leash and jerked and tugged it this way and that, forcing Thomas wherever she wanted him to go.

“I own you, Thomas,” she breathed down into his ear, “I’m soooo much bigger and stronger than you already, and it’s onnnnly gonna get worse for you. You’re mine...aaaaall mine...my own little collared pet...to do with as I please.”

“Aaaauuugghhh...pllleeaassse!” cried Thomas, the tears now truly streaming down his reddening face, “Please l-let me c-cuuuuummmm!”

“Awwww how preciously pathetic,” Mia chuckled, shaking her head down at him. “No...no I don’t think I will, Thomas.”

“Ohhohoho plllleease!!” he sobbed out, his lips shaking. He had truly lost all sense of self-respect at this point. All that mattered was that he be allowed to cum.

“Jesus, I really have taken you over, haven’t I?” teased Mia. “Look at your face -- you’re ready to blow a gasket right now if you don’t cum. Ohhhh well, can’t be helped, because I’m not letting it happen, Thomas. Hahaha oohhhhh no, I’m not letting you cum.”

“Wh-why notttt!?” panted Thomas, still sobbing the syllables out. “P-please, just l-let me --”

“Mmmm, because I just don’t really feel like it,” chuckled Mia. “And that’s all you need to know, little pet.”

She continued mercilessly tormenting him like this for another 20 minutes, before abruptly sending him out of her suite, under strict orders to go straight back to his apartment, and to keep his collar on until further notice. Thomas didn’t dare disobey her, not least because he knew that she had spies watching him at this point.

When he finally arrived home, utterly exhausted, he immediately flung himself down in his bed and tried to make himself cum. But much to his dismay, no matter how feverishly he jerked himself off, he found that he couldn’t cum. His desperation grew intense, and soon he was heaving and groaning out in despair, his bed sheets soaked through with sweat all around him. He couldn’t cum...no matter what he did, he couldn’t make himself cum, and he didn’t know why.

Right when he was about to give up, as he lay weeping, curled up in a ball, his phone rang. Thomas checked it….it was Mia! She was calling him! His heart leapt into his mouth as he answered.

“Thomas,” came her full, authoritative voice from the other end. Even though it vibrated with power, it was still somehow soft...and velvety.

“You can cum now.”

That did it. Thomas wasn’t even touching his cock, but that didn’t matter. He came with violent force, spurting high up into the air over and over, painting the walls of his bedroom with long, sticky ropes of white-hot cum. He cried out over and over in helpless ecstasy as his body was wracked by spasm after spasm of orgasmic reverie. A full minute later he was lying on his back, covered in his own cum, with Mia still on the line. Her soft laughter echoed in his ear, and he knew that she had him now. His cock, and his orgasms, were hers.