Fubuki brought Tom Jacker to the Blizzard Group headquarters, an impressive office building that served as a symbol of her power. In her private office on the top floor, she tried a tactic that had often worked for her: a mixture of professionalism, subtle intimidation, and seduction.
"Please, have a seat, Jacker-kun," Fubuki said, her voice soft. She poured expensive wine. "Someone with your power, combined with my organization and connections... we could reach the top together."
Tom sat on the leather sofa, looking at Fubuki with an amused smirk. He could feel the weak psychic waves she was projecting, a pathetic attempt to influence him.
"I do like 'benefits'," Tom said after Fubuki finished her recruitment speech. He put down his wine glass, then with lightning-fast speed, he pulled Fubuki until she fell into his lap. "But I prefer to set the terms of my own 'benefits'."
Fubuki gasped, shocked. She tried to use her psychic powers to push Tom away, but it felt like pushing against a steel wall. This man was immune. Her plan shattered instantly.
"Did you think a little mind trick and a tight dress could influence me?" Tom whispered, his hot breath tickling Fubuki's ear. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, easily lifting them above her head. His other hand ripped her expensive green dress from top to bottom with a single pull, revealing her black lace underwear.
"W-wait—"
Tom cut her off with a savage, demanding kiss, his tongue conquering her mouth with absolute ownership. He slammed Fubuki's body onto the velvet sofa, pinning her beneath him. With a rough motion, he flipped her over so her face was pressed into the sofa, her ass raised in the air. Tom slapped her plump ass hard, leaving a stinging red mark.
"You came here to play a power game, darling," Tom growled, his voice thick with lust. "And in my game, you're just a toy."
Fubuki screamed when Tom suddenly penetrated her from behind without any preparation. It felt too big, too deep, like he was tearing her apart. But she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips.
"T-too... big...!" she whimpered.
Tom just laughed darkly, gripping her hips tighter to hold her in place. He showed no mercy. Every one of his hard thrusts made Fubuki's body shake, the sound of their skin slapping together, wet and brutal, filling the room. He grabbed her black hair, pulling it back roughly, forcing her to arch her back at a painful angle.
"Look at yourself," Tom hissed, forcing her to see their reflection in the dark panoramic window. "A powerful esper who can now only whimper like a cheap whore for me."
Fubuki wanted to retort, but her body had already betrayed her. A forced wave of pleasure began to overwhelm her senses. Hot tears started to stream down her cheeks as the first orgasm hit her without warning, making her scream hysterically and convulse under Tom.
Tom didn't stop. He deepened every thrust, making sure Fubuki felt every inch of him even as she still trembled. "We're just getting started, darling," he growled, his free hand roughly squeezing her breast.
He pulled out, then brutally pulled Fubuki onto his lap, seating her to face forward. This position allowed for a deeper, more torturous penetration. His hand wrapped around her neck from behind, choking her slowly, while the other squeezed her breast mercilessly.
"Did you think it's over after one orgasm?" he hissed in her ear, then bit her shoulder hard, making her scream. "I'm going to wring every last moan from your body tonight."
Fubuki bit her lip until it bled as Tom began to move again, every thrust hitting her deepest point. It felt like being impaled alive. Tom played with her body cruelly, sometimes slowing down until Fubuki whimpered and begged, then suddenly accelerating with a force that made her scream endlessly.
"Please... I can't take any more..." Fubuki whimpered, her sanity at its limit.
Tom laughed at her plea. "Liar," he hissed, slapping her already red and bruised inner thigh. "You can feel how wet you are for me. Your body knows who its owner is now."
He pulled out completely, leaving her empty and gasping. Then, he flipped her position again, staring directly into her tear-filled eyes as he slowly re-entered, making sure she felt every inch.
"Tell me who owns you," Tom commanded, his thrusts growing deeper.
Fubuki tried to resist, but when Tom began to hammer into her again quickly, her resistance crumbled.
"I... I'm yours!" Fubuki finally screamed, surrendering to the reality that she was completely controlled.
"Again. Louder."
"I'M YOURS!" she shrieked.
Tom smiled, satisfied. He leaned down to lick away her tears while his hips began to pound faster, harder, driving her toward the peak. Fubuki screamed as another, more powerful orgasm hit her, making her body convulse violently. With a rough groan, Tom finally reached his own climax, filling Fubuki until she overflowed while biting her shoulder to stifle the intensity.
Hours later, Fubuki lay limp on the velvet sofa, now soaked with their sweat and fluids. Tom stood beside her, casually buttoning his pants while looking down at her with a satisfied gaze.
He glanced at the still-stunned Fubuki. He didn't copy her powers. Her psychokinesis was too weak compared to what he was after. This was purely for entertainment, to satisfy a passing whim.
"A very... enlightening discussion, Fubuki-chan," he said with a mocking smile. "You had some convincing arguments. But I think I'll remain a free agent for now. Your club sounds like it has too many meetings."
Before Fubuki could say anything, Tom teleported, vanishing from the room without a trace.
He left Fubuki alone with her confusion, her shattered pride, and the horrifying realization that she had just played with a dragon and been utterly burned. Her plan to recruit Tom Jacker had failed completely, in the most brutal and humiliating way imaginable.