She was precious to him in a particular way. He didn’t interfere with her mind much. A few suggestions that led her to get her tattoo for him, cut and color her hair in a way he liked and at the sight of him, a loss of her usual sexual inhibitions, that was it.
By day one of the city’s top litigators, all it took a text from him with a code word, location and time and she’d be there. Hungry, no ferocious for his attention, his touch, his command, his cock, his slap in her dolled-up face, his cum.
She was his willing private whore. The most precious thing a man could own.
"Put some lipstick on the base of my dick, baby", he told her. "Get all the way down!"