Hypnotic Hannah (5 page)

I ignored my desire to explore. A spanking was hardly bondage, but there was no way to know exactly how far he wanted to push. I couldn’t let Grant win, so I stood and turned to face him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I didn’t move too close. His muscled form and erect cock drew me in.

His stern face remained fixed, his eyes glowering down at me. “Kneel.”

No explanation, no rush, and not a care that our four friends stared at us in disbelief. Grant had the makings of a Dom, but I’d never felt it in him before. He was playing with me. He had to be. Yet my knees itched as though they wanted to obey the last order and kneel. Had he asked for a blowjob, I wouldn’t have resisted for a second, but Grant didn’t get to be the boss of me if I didn’t want him to.

“It’s my party, Grant. If anyone gets to play sex commando or orgy organizer, it’s me.” I flashed a smug smile at him.

Grant took a step forward. I could feel the heat from him. The raw scent of him made me want to kneel and suck his cock.

“It’s not a game. It’s what you need. Kneel,” he ordered firmly.

I looked over my shoulder to Marina, who sat slack-jawed and silent. She shrugged and swallowed. “He’s not good with words. Probably really needs a blowjob. Go on, Hannah. Give him a thrill. He’s very demanding with lowered inhibitions.”

Turning back, I thought I caught a hint of a smile. Then the stern face returned. I wanted to suck him. Grant had been the one man keeping his distance so far. Apparently, it made me want him all the more. I stared at the thick head of his cock.

Why was I hesitating? I knelt in one swift motion and leaned in to kiss his erection. Grant’s hand caught me by the forehead before I made contact. A groan rumbled at the back of my throat as I glared up at him.

“I said kneel, not suck. You need to learn to listen.” He pushed me back.

“Marina wants to watch. You like her, and I do know what I’m doing.” I rubbed my lips together, hoping he’d give in. I was so close! I could smell his arousal, but he kept me away again.

“Do as you’re told, and you might earn a reward.” Grant stared me down like a king to a peasant.

“He’s a Dom,” Bill whispered to Joel. I could still gauge the thoughts of others, but Grant read completely blank to me.

Dom, definitely. Grant had a kinky side. No wonder he resisted the fun. I stood slowly and let my breasts graze his body.

“Stop,” he said.

I laughed. “How many sex slaves do you have chained up in your basement? Afraid your friends can’t take the real you? I’m not some wimpy girl who lets men walk all over her and keep her in a cage.”

Grant didn’t react to my attack visibly. “You’re wrong. It takes a very strong person to trust and give in. To control their passions instead of selfishly going wild.”

“Count me out of that role,” Marina added.

“Is that your department, Grant?” I asked.

“Hannah, you said no judging people tonight. If that’s Grant’s thing, you’ve got to respect it,” Marina said.

“I do respect it. I have nothing against S&M if everyone is willing. But he just up and slapped my ass. He never asked if I was into it. If that is really what he does, when were the boundaries addressed? Did anyone hear a safety word? Who knows how rough he’ll get, and I don’t do that.” If it had been anyone but Grant, I’d have probably played along to see where it went. Grant’s guarded thoughts made me nervous. I had no idea what he’d do or command next. While not knowing was a thrill, I couldn’t just play along blindly. Kneel at his order. Follow every command. And do it all in front of my friends.

My mind hummed at the release of responsibility. My body longed for another spanking, and yet my will didn’t want to bend to Grant. Then he said something that shocked the room.

“You’re right. I handled it poorly, but I sensed you’d be receptive.”

No sarcasm or threat? Grant was dead serious. “Why me?”

He shrugged. “A Dom can tell when a sub is fighting it, even an untrained one. You were getting off on screwing your friends and fulfilling their fantasies. You gain pleasure by giving it.”

“And you by taking whatever you want? No wonder we never see him with a girlfriend. Perhaps Grant doesn’t permit them out of the house? No offense to what any sub may want, but I don’t find whips and cages appealing.” Did he really have submissive sex slaves? Was it a club he favored? I wanted to know more, but it’d only feed his ego and let him believe he was right all along about me. I’d never tried anything in that arena.

“I don’t like blood. No whips,” he corrected. “I like obedience. The challenge is more mental. Knowing the limits on the sub and how far one can push. Understanding the unique buttons of each sub to maximize the intensity of each experience. The more a sub trusts and bends to the will of their Dom, the more pleasure. And the more responsibility for the Dom.”

Power was an erotic intoxicant. I’d used my powers with men. To give up control to someone, however… I rolled the thought over and over. The power potential was not gone because one submitted. Not obeying was a choice that had consequences. A Dom could only control a sub so far. Disobedience brought punishment, but Grant had his limits. The safety word reigned supreme.

The game of master and slave was an intriguing exploration of the human mind. My mouth had gone dry and I swallowed hard. Marina was right; I’d ruined the mood. I should simply tell him that it wasn’t my preference and we could all move on.

So why did my mouth refuse to work? I had to say something! “Sounds like a lot of work and rules for a little sex. Why can’t you just let your dominant guard down and enjoy this?”

“You claim to be a psychic, not a psychologist, Hannah. Why doesn’t matter. It works for me. I believe it’ll work for you. Stop fighting it.”

I took a deep breath and floundered, unsure what to do. Part of me wanted Grant to tell me what to do, while part of me continued to resist.

“It’s not easy.” His voice eased to a soothing tone. I knew I was being handled. Grant believed he had me on the ropes.

“It’s not
real
,” I replied. “It’s role playing, that’s all. You’re taking it to an extreme. Playing in sex clubs and that stuff is too much for me. If the power play gets you off, fine. I’ve never tried it and have never been tempted.”

“Until today, I bet no one ever offered you a safe chance. You trust me, Hannah.” His voice was still easy yet firm.

I felt my face flush. “I’m adventurous, but that’s beyond me. You want something that’s not me.”

“You’re not trained yet, I understand.” He reached out and stroked my hair. “I’ll ease you into it.”

Taking a step back, I knew I had to end this exchange. Our fun was ruined unless we got back on track. Maybe I should remove the hypnosis now? My friends deserved more. “Why me? You don’t want Marina to play your sex slave? Or the guys? You can have a harem.”

“It’s not what they need. You have walls to break down. The process will take time, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“You’re not breaking anything of mine. Walls!” I scoffed. “I’m the one who suggested this tonight. I’m hardly uptight.”

“You’re open, that’s for sure, but you don’t let people in all the way. No one sees the deep, dark needs of Hannah. You focus on the needs of others. Try it. Try having someone totally focused on you for a change.”

He had me all turned around. My body needed things, but my mind fought. Now he indicated that being a submissive was selfish. All the focus would be on me. I craved Grant’s attention, all right. I still wanted him, but his terms were steep.

I looked around at my friends who just stared, intrigued by this turn of events. Grant circled behind me, not saying a word. Then I felt his strong palm on the back of my neck, pressing but not hard. There was no force in his touch, only permission and suggestion.

A ripple of relaxation flooded through my body. I sank to my knees without a clue what would happen next.

* * * * *

I waited as Grant circled me. Whenever his strong form came into view, I stared. He was hard, yet seemed in no hurry.

“Eyes on the floor,” he said suddenly.

My inner vixen took over. I looked up before I could stop myself. He moved closer and leaned down, spanking me once. “I’ll be lenient, but if you want a true taste of the play, you must try.”

I stared at his cock. My mouth watered. “I want a taste.”

Marina laughed. I forced myself not to turn and look at her. Grant’s focus was all on me, and I loved it. Nothing ever felt like this.

“You have to earn it. Eyes on the floor.” His hand connected with my other ass cheek. “Clearly obedience will be your biggest challenge.”

“If it’s not a challenge, it’s not worth the effort.” I studied the floor like a good sub. “Just remember, I’m not familiar with all the rules of your game.”

He laughed. “No one could mistake you for a trained sub, Hannah.” Grant stood behind me, and I felt exposed. Everyone in the room had seen me naked and had explored my body freely. Somehow this posture and situation made me feel lower, as though I were strictly at their mercy and longing for their approval.

“What’s wrong with me?” I asked.

“Your posture is unsteady. We don’t have the right restraints to correct you. Of course, that would force your obedience, and right now, I need to see you voluntarily begging and submitting. You need to choose this.”

“We’ll see.” I tried not to smile.

“That’s the fun of a new slave; new needs for punishment and methods of reward. Everyone is very different. Stand up.”

I froze. Was this a test?

His hand connected to my butt, and I knew it was no test. I stood slowly as I pushed away the hope for another smack. Touch was a sense some psychics actually ignored a bit, relying on others more. Perhaps that was why I craved touch so much. I needed it to be firm to trust it, to take hold of me, and pull me from the minds of others.

Now, however, all minds were on me. Even Grant, whose thoughts were still dark to me. I kept my eyes focused down at my feet and waited. Not knowing what would come next, or from what direction, had my every nerve ending on edge.

Finally his warm hand ran over my inner thigh, then up and back to cup my ass cheek. He squeezed both in exploration. When I arched my back slightly to give him a better feel, I got corrected.

The slap of his hand almost sounded like a snap. My flesh burned under his palm, but I burned for another.

“So willing and eager. Remember who makes the rules.” His hand dipped between my legs and swirled against my core. “Hold still.”

I fought the urge to spread my legs and, instead, planted my feet. Two of his large fingers worked slowly inside of me and teased my walls.

“You like it, don’t you? All your friends watching as you give in to me,” he said in my ear.

My wetness grew quickly as I nodded. Was I allowed to speak? Did he expect an actual answer?

“They had no idea you really wanted to be their fuck toy. So eager to play and so willing to submit to me. You love being on display, don’t you? I could bring the entire party back here, and even let strangers off the street see you like this, and you’d love it. You’d let them watch, wouldn’t you?” His hot breath teased my neck as his fingers teased my pussy.

I held as still as I could. His fingers thrust deep. “Answer me.”

“Grant!” Marina’s shout came out weak as her voice shook.

I groaned and leaned back against him. “Yes. I’d let them all watch.” My face felt hot. Was it fear, humiliation, or arousal? As my cunt tightened on Grant’s fingers, I concluded it was a mix of all three.

He chuckled. “See, Mar, she wants it. Unless you want to join her, I suggest you let me handle Hannah’s needs.”

“Please don’t ruin tonight for them. Not because of me,” I begged as I rotated on his fingers.

Grant yanked his fingers from me. “How sweet for such a naughty girl. I won’t ruin their fun. Bill and Joel are in a sixty-nine behind us. You don’t need to watch them now. You need to obey me.” He grabbed my breasts firmly and held them up for inspection. Thumbing my nipples, he squeezed them. I stifled a moan.

I wanted more from him. Did I meet his approval? My rational mind fought the new impulses. I’d never needed praise or punishment in sex, but I’d never been so aroused in my life.

He released my breasts and watched them bounce. “So far you’re trying to obey. Eager to please me sexually.” Grant’s hand slid between my legs and slipped into my cunt firmly.

My hips rocked involuntarily. “Please, Grant.”

All movement stopped instantly. Then his other hand struck my rear harder than before. “Call me Master. You don’t get to call Doms by their names without permission.”

I bit my lip. “I’m sorry, Master. Please.”

“Please what?” His hand landed hard on my other cheek.

“Please, Master, I need to!” I had no idea how to finish the sentence. I wanted everything at once…to ride him, suck his cock, and come in any way he wanted. Deep down I wanted to see how much punishment my ass could take, but I couldn’t ask for that, not in front of my friends.

“You’re trying. Ask nicely and you might get what you desire.” He rubbed his hands over my hips as though marking his territory.

I had to ask this right. “Master, please let me suck your cock. I need to please you and taste your cum.” I could’ve gone on and on, but I bit my lip instead. If I said any more, I’d screw it up.

He stood in front of me and I waited. “That’s a start. Kneel down and lean forward a little.”

I did as instructed, and his hands connected to my ass in a delicious ripple. The position was perfect. My mouth itched to taste him. His hands landed on me again as I heard people moving.

As Grant spanked me, I saw Marina kneel next to me. She’d never handle being a sub. The urge to protect her filled me, but there was nothing I could do.

“Relax, Hannah.” Grant massaged my cheeks and began another round of fast slaps. The stinging, coupled with the rapid deprivation of his touch, made me moan.

“Quiet. Marina is going to get your desire since you snuck a taste before. I saw you licking cum off her. You must deserve the reward, not just take it.”