Controlling Novels & Stories

“We’ve maintained predictability for the past week. Now we need to test them in return.” Aston raised a brow. “By exposing ourselves?” “Not exactly,” Deborah said. “By controlling what they see, we can guide their assumptions. We make them think we are unprepared, then we adjust quietly. Controlled chaos, if you will.” Marcus smirked, though it was forced. “Controlled chaos. Sounds like one of your plans could backfire spectacularly.” Deborah’s eyes met his sharply. “Which is why it must be precise. Every movement calculated, every word weighed, every response measured.”

In the end, the doctor concluded, “Miss Hamilton, you don’t have any psychological disorders.” “But I really think that I’m abnormal!” Anna was displeased with the doctor’s verdict. “I am completely unable to control myself!” “Even if you tend to, it’s only a mild presentation. You can relax, Miss Hamilton. As long as you focus on your self-control, it is possible to completely avoid losing control.” “Focus on my self-control?” “Yes.” “So I won’t need to take any medication for this? How will I be able to control myself without medication? Please prescribe me something for it.” Anna clasped her heart. She was concerned that a situation like that might happen again.

‘So am I. I turned to her then, really looking. The dress responded immediately, faint red lines blooming where my gaze lingered too long, heat-reactive fibers doing exactly what she’d designed them to do. I felt a sharp spike of want and locked it down just as quickly. Control wasn’t about the absence of desire. It was about direction. “I’m going to activate the restraint system,” I said, slow and clear. “This is not a command. It’s an invitation. Step back if you’re ready.”

I heard what she said, but my body wasn’t stopping as my brain demanded it to. She pushed on my shoulder, and I held my weight off of her, but my movement didn’t stop. I looked into her eyes, thinking maybe if I just looked over her, I could gain control of my body more and rein the beast back in. She gasped, and I could feel myself getting closer to release.

The words came out slurred and low as she clung to Bri harder, breaths haggard. Bri's throat tightened. Her control, once effortless, now clung to her like sweat. Every sound from Candy stoked a fire beneath her ribs. Her own arousal pulsed low, insistent, dangerous. But she didn’t show it—couldn’t. Power wasn’t just in what she did. It was in what she didn’t. She dragged her fingers up the backs of Candy’s thighs, pausing where soft lace met heated skin. Her touch was reverent, almost gentle. As if she were memorizing her.

Adrian had learned early that control was not the absence of desire, but the mastery of it. Desire was easy. Desire was primitive, predictable, and easily exploited. Control was what separated men who ruled from men who reacted. Control was what allowed him to sit across a table from rivals intent on dismantling him and smile as if nothing they said mattered. Control was what had carried him through rooms where power shifted hands quietly and no one raised their voice. Control was what had convinced him this arrangement would work.

Cruz replied. “Then what is it?” Cruz didn’t answer right away. She looked at Ivy. Carefully. Like she was deciding how much to say. Then—“It’s not just data,” she said. “It’s control.” A pause. “Behavioral.” Ivy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Meaning?” “Meaning it predicts, influences, and directs outcomes.” Silence. Sebastian let out a short breath. “That’s not new.” “No,” Cruz agreed. “But this is different.”

“Adjust how?” I stood, pacing slowly, each step deliberate. “I tighten my control. I force her hand. I manipulate the board so that no matter what moves she makes, she’s still in play. And I make sure Desmond can’t interfere.” Vincent watched me carefully. “You’re not thinking about consequences. You’re thinking about control.” “Control,” I said, voice low, sharp. “Control is all that matters. Influence. Power. Everyone else is secondary.” He nodded, though his expression betrayed worry. “And Sylvia?”

Looking at the screen I see she'd kill two people already, leaving only two left. "Again." Pushing on my head again I pull her into my mouth, working my tongue against her as I suck her off. She got louder as I pleased her, even her hands were struggling to stay on the controller. "S-shit… one left." She groaned, keeping a hand in my hair for a moment longer. Taking her into my throat again I felt her legs twitch and strain under my touch, she was close. "Don't stop." She grunts, still trying to finish the game. Moving my hand under I massage her balls, feeling them clench and swell.

"But she trusted her descendant would be smart enough to control it. To aim it at the right target and stop it before it consumed too much." "How?" The question came out desperate. "How do you control something that erases existence?" "You don't." Solace finally looked away from the altar, back at me. "You guide it. Feed it carefully. Keep it focused on what needs to be consumed. And when the time comes..." She stopped. "When the time comes, what?"