I saw you again at the party and I smirked at you. I'd not used my powers on anyone as far as I'd pushed you. And... well, I could see it in your eyes. It had rocked you to your core. You were the strong independent woman. Brought up in a strict catholic house and determined to be a future CEO? Maybe the goth punk trouble girl with daddy issues who doesn't want to let a man lead her? Or maybe you're gay, and guys just don't do it for you? I'd known you didn't want a piece of me. But I also knew what I could do to a woman. How I could fuck her brains out and stable her mind.

I needed to drive home, but with every thrust I could drive out her willpower. I could corrupt her. Change her. I could drive even the most repressed nun to lose her mind as a carnal beast with need and desire for me overcoming everything. I'd never pushed a girl to the point where I thought she might not bounce back. But you pissed me off.

Depends on who you were. Maybe you insulted me at college? Turned me down? Hurt my career? You did something and I decided to punish you. I didn't give you a choice when I fucked you. I didn't let you say no. But I didn't wait for yes.

Not that you could think of no after I slid in. Once I entered you your willpower started to dribble out. Nothing had felt as good. For me, it felt like triumph. It felt good. I was getting back at you, and I loved every thrust. But... well, you remembered every second. How your mind shut off. How you'd do everything. And what's worse, you've not been able to think of anything else. How I'd assaulted you, given you the best sex ever. And it was all you could do not to find me. Not to masturbate thinking about it

And now, I was smirking across a crowded party room at you. Trying to work out how much you remembered. How much had I fucked with your head.