Mind Games

by Cecilia Tan

  Well, Wren thought, at least if I go along with this, I'll find out what the hell has been going on.

  He marched her in front of him through the room, into another room and down a dimly lit hallway. There they met Evan, now wearing a leather jacket, with a bit of a grin on his face. He led the way down a set of stairs and Wren nearly stumbled, the sense of deja vu was so strong.

  That first dream...? No, not a dream, the vision she’d had when she’d tried to use her sight to see Abby. The man with red hair and a leather jacket in front of her, her hands bound behind her.

  She knew what was coming next. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, she was pushed to her knees, but she bowed her head and kept her teeth clenched tight. Looking straight down she could see the grimy blue shag carpet and not much else.

  Someone gasped. Wren looked up and there was Abby, one hand over her mouth, looking very wan and frail. Her hair had grown long and it was tangled, and she was wearing a corset like Wren had seen the women who worked at the club wearing, just the tiniest bit of skirt ruffle around the edges, making it obvious she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Regret poured off Abby in waves. Wren didn’t dare open her mouth to say anything, though.

  “Oh, Wren, I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

  Evan stepped between them. “Family reunion later, eh?”

  Abby sank to the floor and was silent. Wren dared a glance at the other people in the room. She blinked in shock as she recognized the man standing off to one side, not from a dream, but from her front stoop. The "voter registration" canvasser. “Steve?” she said, too startled to remember to keep her mouth closed.

  “Er, yeah, sorry about that,” he stammered. “But... well... you didn’t come to the coffee shop. But we had to meet somehow. And just seeing each other should have been enough.”

  Evan put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Indeed, it should have been, but there are things beyond our understanding. Even if you didn’t feel the legendary pull, the meld should still work.”

  Steve turned crimson. “Oh, I felt it. It just... seems that she didn’t.”

  Evan patted him soothingly. “Get undressed. It'll be easier. Ramon, help her out of that skirt.”

  Wren stood and Ramon wrestled her out of her skirt and the rags of her underwear. Her blouse was now around her wrists with the bindings, her nipples standing out proud and hard. Ramon kissed the back of her neck and his fingers parted the short hair where her birthmark was. “Check it out.”

  “Yes, the heart. Perfect,” Evan said as he looked at it, then helped Ramon move her to a wide, low bed against one cinderblock wall. They propped up a pile of pillows, and then lay her face down over them, so that her ass was in the air.

  “What’s a meld?” Wren asked. “Do my hands really have to be tied for this?”

  Abby was there by her head. “It'll be really, really good, Wren,” she was saying in a low voice. “The most amazing sex ever. It’s like the best high in the world. It'll feel better than any sex you’ve ever had. You'll see God.”

  “And the future,” said Evan from her other side with a chuckle. “I could care less about God. But yes, Wren, we'll keep you tied until we’re sure we can trust you.”

  She felt a pair of clammy hands on her buttocks. “Um, wow,” said Steve.

  Abby stroked her hair. “Steve’s a heart, too, Wren. With you two together, since you’re both seers, it'll be... amazing. It'll be like the purest love, the purest sex ever.”

  But then she heard Evan's voice in her mind. Your sister is so very refreshing. I think that’s what attracted me to her in the first place. I’m just going to have Steve fuck your cunt. That is the most powerful of the joinings for sight, and it won’t disturb your sister overmuch. But I would so very much love to see every hole of yours filled, Wren. There are three of us here, after all. One of us could take your mouth, while one took your ass, and the third your cunt.

  Wren shivered with desire, the wanton creature that she was in her dreams seeming to come to life in her skin at that moment. But she kept her wits about her. Intellectually speaking, she wanted Steve even less than she had wanted Evan, and again she thought of Derek, wondering where he was, if he was still asleep.

  She felt their weights shifting on the bed. Someone was touching her clit now. Evan. She could feel him in her mind like a pair of arms holding her. “Ramon, link with me, and read how close to orgasm Steve is. I'll read Wren.”

  “Hey!” Steve’s voice rose in feeble protest. “Evan, does he have to touch me for that? Can’t I jerk myself off while he reads me?”

  Wren felt a wave of long-suffering tolerance roil through Evan. He felt sorry for Steve, and a touch of affection, but mostly he found him irritating. But he was a good seer, and very loyal, if very uptight about sexual things, especially anything that could be deemed homoerotic. “Very well,” he acceded. “Ramon, just put a hand on his shoulder to make sure you get a good read.”

  “Fine with me,” Ramon said, and she could feel the mutual disgust between Ramon and Steve. Both of them were so very heterosexual.

  “The orgasms must be simultaneous for this to work,” Evan reminded them. And then they fell silent, as they each began reading whom they needed to.

  And Wren read them. Abby was thinking that she hoped Wren having sex with Steve would be as amazing for her as having sex with Evan was, even though Steve wasn’t the same kind of telepath. He was just a seer; he couldn’t talk with his mind like Evan could. Nearly all Abby’s thoughts were of having sex with Evan, Wren found, as if that one subject had completely taken up her mind.

  Evan was thinking about Wren, about how strange it had been to seduce her through dreams, about how he hadn’t expected to get so attached, to feel so possessive. But it was Steve who had to fuck her for Evan's plans to come to fruition. He had very specific plans of what to do with the information they were about to glean. Wren saw a glimpse of his dreams of riches, of influence. The heart-to-heart meld, seer-to-seer would give him a clear view of market futures and political outcomes that would ensure the future for him and his people.

  All Ramon was thinking was Thank God I don’t have to touch Steve’s dick.

  Steve’s thoughts were of the stock market, about some very confusing financial stuff that Wren couldn’t really understand in the state she was in. It was odd, because through it all, she could feel Steve pulsing like a primal ball of lust, too. She wondered when he had last had sex, if ever. She delved a little deeper.

  Shy. Not many close friends. Trouble with intimacy. A childhood that felt a lot like her own. Hiding his ability while at the same time doubting it was even real. And then meeting Evan and learning it was real and everything changing...

  “He’s getting close,” Ramon said out loud.

  And suddenly Wren knew what she had to do to buy time. She wrapped her own mind around the pulsing ball of need that was Steve and squeezed as hard as she could.

  “Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Steve shouted as he came all over his own hand.

  The flare of anger from Evan was so hot, Wren cringed from it.

  “You moron,” Ramon said, shaking his head.

  Evan sighed, anger ebbing away and replaced with a spiky irritation. “I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way, then.”

  Abby sounded angry when she said, "Like this is easy? Evan, this isn’t what we discussed...”

  “Shut up, please, Abby.” He ground his teeth in frustration. “I’ve been trying to respect everyone’s needs here, but let’s not forget we have a goal, hm?” But Wren could feel the secret glee in Evan as he proposed his new plan. “Technically Steve doesn’t have to fuck her, though that would be the most powerful way. His flaccid cock in her mouth would be sufficient, and I can make him come at the proper time.”

  Ramon sounded impressed. “You can? Shit, I didn’t know that.”

  “It’s a rare talent, and one I only tend to share with my favorites, like Abby here.”


  Wren could feel the warmth of his approval sinking through Abby’s skin. Her stomach turned a little, both at the thought that Evan was going to make Steve come in her mouth, and that Abby was addicted to him.

  God, was Derek addicted to Wren’s ability to do that?

  Her attention switched quickly back to the present situation, though, as she felt Evan's touch in her mind, as he began to read her.

  “I'll make Wren come the old fashioned way,” Evan was saying. But then his voice was there in her mind again. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for the longest time. I can make it pleasure like you’ve never known.

  Pleasure so good I could get addicted to it? Wren answered. No, thanks.

  Abby told me you were practically a virgin, that you were inexperienced. He was shifting his position, orchestrating the movements of the others to turn Wren over so Steve could get at her mouth, and to spread her legs for him. Ramon re-bound her hands above her head, stretched up and tied to the head of the bed somehow.

  I was. But I’ve met someone.

  Ahhh. That explains much. Falling in love will make you resistant to the pull of heart-to-heart, seer-to-seer. At least for a little while. If you’d met Steve while you were single, you would have thought you’d found your soul mate.

  Then why all the seductive dreams?

  To arouse you, to make you mentally ready and emotionally hungry for sex, so that when you met Steve you’d be ripe for the plucking. Ah, I see what you’re thinking. You’re wondering if you might not have been so attracted to your man if I had not been interfering in your dreams. If that’s so, Wren, then maybe you’re not so in love with him after all. Maybe it’s really me you’ve been craving all along. She felt the warmth of his breath through her pubic hair.

  Her mind rebelled against that idea, that how much she desired Derek was anything but her own will.

  Is it such a far-fetched idea? I snatched it out of your own head, after all.

  Wren wrestled with the thought. Was that why it had felt so right with Derek, why she had been so insatiable? Was it really Evan's doing and not her natural attraction to Derek at all?

  What about Abby? Won’t she be jealous if you fuck me?

  Abby has seen me fuck many women in the club upstairs. After all, that’s where I met her. His tongue was warm velvet on her clit which twitched as she remembered what it felt like to have the silken head of his cock rubbing at that spot.

  Yes, but I’m her sister.

  And you think this will make a difference to her?

  Yes. I’m sure it will.

  Because you’re the big sister she was always jealous of?

  I suppose so.

  Perhaps that’s because you’re worthy of envy, Wren. You’re far superior to her in so many ways.

  Except I’m not.

  You’re wrong. You’re exceptional and it only makes me want you even more. He slipped a finger into her as he pulled back his tongue and sucked on her clit. I’m not a heart like Steve. I’m a diamond, and a diamond's soul mate is a rare gem indeed.

  I’m resisting you. That’s the only reason you want me so badly.

  Your body doesn’t seem to be resisting.

  Wren tried to pull her knees together, but her ankles had been bound toward the corners of the bed. Damn it, I don’t want you, Evan.

  You know you cannot lie with your mind, right?

  I don’t! But even as she thought it, she could see it was a lie. She wanted Evan at a level deeper than thought. She didn’t want to want him, but she did. She wanted to break free of the cocoon she had been in all her life, to be as free as the butterfly, set free by desire, cut loose by the knife of his cock.

  And yet. Well, I don’t want to meld with Steve, whatever that is.

  The meld will not hurt you, Wren. It'll feel good. You'll see incredible things. Your power is real. And I can teach you how to use it.

  But Wren tried to shove away the seductive thought. You’re still getting off on the fact that I’m trying to push you away.

  You are right. When my mind is this open, I cannot hide it. You have unmasked me. The more you fight, the more you reject the idea that I am going to take you, the harder I become, the more electrifying it will be when I finally penetrate you. But you must not think ill of me for it. No man, not even one with iron will, could resist you like this. “Steve.”

  The man straddled her chest and with her eyes closed, Wren felt something cold and slimy against her lips. His cock, still spunky from having come. She spat and turned her head.

  Come now, Wren. Steve’s an innocent like you. I promised him a soul mate in you. I had no idea you’d met someone, and as it is, if things don’t work out with your man, you might yet find yourself helplessly drawn to Steve. That will make me insanely jealous, but... he has been loyal. It would be your choice.

  She opened her mouth reluctantly and Steve pushed his cock in, squishy and soft and bitter with come.

  My choice, you say. If I do this for you, this meld, and you get what you want, will you leave me alone after that? Wren’s hips bucked as his finger slid into her again. Will you promise to take care of Abby?

  Wren, you are in no position to bargain with me. You already know I am getting off on your reluctance. Don’t give me a reason to force you.

  What would it be worth to you? For you to promise to take care of Abby, and for you not to fuck me. I'll do this meld for you, and what else?

  You are a persistent one. Trying to save yourself for your boyfriend, is that it? Does it feel disloyal to fuck me and to know how much you'll enjoy it?

  Yes, yes it does. It wasn’t really possible to lie about that, either. This was her dream lover, after all, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm, each press of his finger into her making her moan and her lower half convulse.

  I'll tell you what I'll do then, Wren. I'll respect your wish to leave your cunt alone, but I'll take your ass instead. You'll meld with Steve. I make no promises about Abby. She’s her own woman, and our relationship is not for you to judge.

  You self-righteous asshole. Then she gasped as he shifted his mouth lower and began to tease at her anus with the tip of his tongue. It’s a deal.

  Very good. Now, remember that you agreed to this. If you become so fixated on anal pleasure after this that you can never get the smell of shit out of his sheets, it will be your own fault and not mine.

  The next thing she felt was his finger, but it was chilled and slimy as it penetrated her asshole. He was using some kind of lube. He pulled out and came back again, with more of the cold, slippery, stuff. Wren had never, ever touched herself there and was surprised to find it similar to being penetrated vaginally. It was different, and yet it wasn’t. As he began to piston his fingers in and out of her, accustoming her to the sensation, she gasped. It felt good.

  I told you. It’s all sex. Any part of me penetrating any part of you. And it will all feel good.

  Steve’s penis in my mouth isn’t very sexy and doesn’t feel particularly good.

  Another sign that perhaps, despite you both being hearts, you may not be that compatible. Whereas you and I... can you feel that heat? That spark?

  Indeed, each time his fingers—two of them together now—curved into her, she felt sparks of desire shoot from her center to her extremities.

  Maybe we are meant for each other, Wren...

  Her only answer was a moan, as the fingers inside her felt more and more as if they were stroking her clit. So strange, but her clit was definitely swollen as if it were being touched. She supposed perhaps it was being touched from the other side.

  Evan made a low, hungry sound, like some predator with his jaws around his prey. You are incredible. I think you might be able to come just from this. Let’s see how you feel with my cock instead.

  Wren couldn’t help it. She held her breath, as the blunt, spongy head of Evan's cock rubbed against her pucker. Impossibly large, there was no way it could fit...

  She cried out as it breached her, t
he pain a strange, dull one that only made her clit throb harder. And then as he moved, seating himself deeper, the pain disappeared entirely, replaced with an even stranger sense of completion.

  Wren opened her eyes and looked up at Steve. His head was tilted back, and Evan's hands were on his shoulders.

  Suck him a bit, Wren. I assure you he'll be more palatable if he’s hard.

  She moved her tongue, her lips, fellating him until she felt it stirring, blood rushing hot to the organ, and a salty ooze of pre-come slicked her tongue.

  That’s it. Be loving.

  Steve moaned above her. In his head, she could see he was sinking into a kind of trance, the visions of numbers and stock symbols sharpening.

  I know I’m far from the world's most virtuous man, Evan thought, but I do try to love those around me. Don’t be afraid to love, Wren. Too many people with our gifts are. They have sensed or experienced too much of the negative emotions in the world, leaving them too scarred to love. We belong among our own kind.

  Wren’s own thoughts were no longer as coherent as words, but she could grasp the grandeur of his dream. This was just the first step to building a haven for telepaths. They needed money, and influence, real estate, and freedom... and Evan's cock moving inside her was an overwhelming sensory experience. It was stimulation like she’d never known. Were her own powers being driven to new heights as her arousal was? The hard flesh parting hers seemed to push at things inside her, in her heart, in her head, nerves all over her body firing and glowing.

  She imagined it was Derek, then, that it was Derek’s cock plunging into her, Derek’s hands that gripped her hipbones so hard it was going to leave a bruise. Derek, Derek, Derek....

  Oh, you fucking bitch! She could feel how wounded Evan felt, that she was imagining another man. He fucked her harder, pouring his anger into each thrust, but it just felt better and better, pushing her higher and higher.