Hypnotic Hannah (8 page)

My hands held his head, my hips lifted, and my eyes watched him as he watched me.
Punish me, please
, I thought. The release felt so good I didn’t care about the consequences. I had Grant on me, and he was getting me off.

* * * * *

My punishment began when Grant abruptly pulled away. I lay on the leather bed, panting and groaning at the loss. Grant paced with his arms folded. He glared at me with disappointment. My pleasure faded fast.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Clearly you’re not ready to follow rules and allow for the pleasure of others. Still so selfish, Hannah.”

How could I be selfish when all I wanted was to give him a blowjob and taste his cum? I had a driving need to please him, and he held me at bay. I’d never make a good sex slave; my will to enjoy and follow my own ideas was too strong. “Maybe I’m not meant for this kind of play.”

His eyes glazed with a flash of anger. “It’s not play. Until you break this habit, you’ll never be ready. Obviously, I’m not the master for you, but I can’t introduce you to people until you’re ready to stick with it beyond the point of
play
.”

I sat up on the bed, ashamed of myself. “Tell me what I need to do.”

Grant shook his head. “For now, all you do is watch from the corner.” He pointed at an empty corner of the room.

I resisted a moment. To be sent to the corner like a disobedient child. However, I’d earned some punishment, and Grant, no doubt, enjoyed the humiliation angle. I eased off the bed and went to the corner. There I sat, knees pulled up to my chest with my arms wrapped around them.

“That’s better. You’ve monopolized too much time and attention as it is.” Grant turned his back to me. It hurt.

I’d readily please any of my friends, and he knew it. The psychology he used worked to a point, but I recognized it and fought it. Yet there I sat. I could get up and leave the room. I knew he wouldn’t stop me.

“Marina, you’ve clearly been neglected. What do you want that doesn’t involve our bad girl?” Grant sounded so sweet to Marina.

Her eyes darted to me, unsure of what to do. I gave her a smile and a nod. She deserved to enjoy the men any way she wanted.

Marina pulled them all together and whispered so I couldn’t hear. I easily could’ve dipped into her mind, but found I had no desire to do that. The idea of surprise aroused me. I waited patiently for the show to begin.

Roger lay flat on his back on the floor. Marina knelt with her legs on either side of him. She leaned forward and kissed him as she slowly eased her way onto his erection.

After a few teasingly slow strokes, she nodded to Bill. He moved in behind her and knelt. Drizzling lube on her asshole, there could be no doubt of his target.

I tried to ignore my body’s arousal. I never denied my high sex drive, but I refused to ruin Marina’s fun by masturbating. If Grant saw, he’d take me to a new level of punishment. This was bad enough. I had to experience the denial and follow the rules.

All my life I’d gotten around rules so easily with my gifts. Rules never applied to me, really. The advantages were endless, yet the idea of rules and restrictions turned me on. Contemplating my kink served no purpose. I let myself enjoy the view of Bill slowly entering Mar’s ass.

Her double penetration went easier than mine. I instantly knew this was nothing new for her. She rocked on both cocks like a pro, and smiled up at Joel who offered her his erection.

My pussy tightened as I watched my friend suck on Joel’s pulsing rod. I’d never been competitive, but I’d definitely try that some day.

I noticed Grant watching the foursome as well. Had Mar left him out of the loop on purpose because he’d been hard on me? I hoped she was on my side, but I knew if Grant wanted in, Marina wouldn’t refuse him.

Yet Grant hung back and watched me as much as the group. I couldn’t be trusted, apparently. Was it wrong of me to get some satisfaction that I’d pissed him off to such a degree? If he didn’t want me, he wouldn’t care. He’d never possess me the way he did his true sex slaves. He’d been right that I couldn’t fully submit to him. But for the right man, I harbored hopes of deeper exploration.

Grant was my entry ticket and safety net to the underground world of S&M. I had to prove myself to him first. He got off on this power, but I’d gotten off quite a bit myself.

Marina moaned as Joel fucked her mouth faster. She clung to his firm ass, sucked him to the base and let him thrust at will. Roger and Bill alternated fucking her, then timed it so they fucked her in unison.

My pussy strained, but I kept my hands visible so Grant knew I was following his direction. Joel grabbed Mar’s head and held her as he came in her mouth. He moaned in relief and stepped away to watch as he recovered.

Marina grinned and stuck her coated tongue out at me. The tease in her burst forth tonight. Then Roger’s hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her down for a deep kiss. Mar shared her reward with Roger. I envied them.

I glanced to Grant, who watched me intently. I lowered my eyes and went back to watching Marina in all her glory.

The two men paused inside of her and held the position. To my surprise, Grant stepped in and took Joel’s position fucking Marina’s mouth. He went slowly and let her kiss and suck while she sat packed tight with two cocks. Grant kept an eye on me in case I got the wrong idea about Joel being free. I knew better by now, but the temptation was there.

Gradually, Grant’s hips shifted. He began to fuck her mouth as Joel had. Marina clenched Grant’s buttocks and moaned as Grant tested her a little more with each thrust, not wanting to gag her.

I longed to be Marina right then. Double penetrated, but not in the same awkward position they’d put me. She was comfortable and on top, but stretched. Roger’s hands teased her tits as Bill pounded her ass. Mar showed nothing but enjoyment; her back arched, her mouth stretching, and her eyes smiling up at Grant.

She proved her own skills, swallowing most of his erection. Grant picked up the pace and fucked her mouth with shallow thrusts as Marina’s hands squeezed his ass. He wouldn’t last long, I predicted, since he’d been hard while testing me on the bed and hadn’t come since. I watched intently as his thrusts became less fluid. The man perched on the edge of coming. He fisted a hand in her hair and ground against her mouth.

Marina had gotten what I craved yet again. Grant doled out punishment swift and painful. As he stepped away, Marina showed me her tongue again.

It was too much.

I gave in and bolted from the corner. I wanted to suck Grant’s cock clean, or kiss Marina. In truth, I had no idea what I wanted or would do if I got that far.

Grant stepped between Marina and me before I got there. I froze. There was nothing to say. I’d failed again to follow basic instructions.

“You really want a full punishment, don’t you?” he asked.

I didn’t think answering would be wise. I knelt in front of him with my head down and waited.

“Get your ass in the swing. Face down and don’t say a word.” The anger in his voice told me I’d more than disappointed him. It hurt. The swing sounded fun, but I fully expected Grant to turn it into a very effective device of discipline.

I crawled to the swing and climbed in, face down. My pussy lined up with the edge, and my breasts hung over the opposite side. I faced away from the group and waited for Grant to hand down judgment.

I heard the whispers behind me, and I rubbed my face with anticipation. My entire body rippled with need and uncertainty. He was dragging our friends into this.

Suddenly, strong hands gripped my calves, bending them at the knee and hooking my ankles behind the chain. My thighs spread wider at the move, and I lay there fully exposed. The things they could do to me were countless, but the way my ass seemed tilted, I had a hunch where he’d start.

Again, Grant threw me off balance as he came around to face me. His powerful hands grasped the chains near my shoulders and pushed. As I swung back, two hands slapped my ass. The strikes barely registered after Grant’s hard hand.

I looked at him with confusion. “What are you doing?” This didn’t rank as a punishment at all.

“Clearly you don’t want to truly submit. If all you’re looking for is spanking and sex play in a mild form, then this should do it.” Grant stood square in front of me but too far away for me to reach his cock when I swung forward. The literal carrot that kept me wanting to obey remained out of reach.

“I want more.” I used my body weight to swing harder, as though that’d make my friends strike harder. It only made me swing faster.

“You say things, Hannah, but you can’t follow simple instructions. You refuse to submit or obey in a very basic way. A real Master will test you further.”

“The right one I can obey.” I believed that I could, anyway.

“That’s the point. Submissives don’t get a choice. You may be trained by anyone, and your master might share you with others. You can’t have the bliss of Dom/sub if you’re trying to work the rules how you want them.”

Marina’s soft hand was the only one I could pick out of the crowd of four friends who spanked me. Ironically, she actually put forth the most force. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy me. “I want the rules.”

Grant glared down at me. “You’re aroused by the idea, but you haven’t given in to the reality of it. The mental state and willingness to obey is essential. So far you have yet to truly beg for what you claim you want.”

“You want the same thing,” I replied.

He shook his head slowly and leaned down until his face neared mine. “You’re out for a good time, to get off. I care how it happens, and that’s the point you don’t get. The pleasure is as much from obeying the order to sit in the corner as the order to fuck. The joy comes from obeying without question, and being free from thoughts and worries.”

I had so much to learn. “Obedient but free?” I asked.

“Free from your thoughts and fears and pressures. Don’t you like that? Freedom to do anything your master says without embarrassment because it’s not your idea? Isn’t that what you did here? Free your friends from their inhibitions and guilt?”

I frowned. “That was the idea.”

“That’s what I do every day, with every sub I encounter. I free them from shame or fear and enable them to fulfill every fantasy and need from obedience to orgies. Without the will to let go, however, you’ll never know that pleasure. I’m offering you what you offered them.”

“Not everyone is the same,” I challenged.

“Of course not, which is why you’re getting an alternative. Nothing wrong with it, but is it enough to satisfy you?”

“No,” I moaned.

Grant stood straight in triumph. “I didn’t think so. You’ll be a hard one to train, but you might find a master who enjoys a challenge, if you’re lucky.” He stepped closer. As I swung forward, my mouth brushed his cock.

Right or wrong, I grabbed his waist and held on. I sucked his balls and let my teeth score his shaft. If he was going to push me off, he’d do it fast.

He didn’t.

I clung to him and sucked on him fast, not wanting anything to distract or interrupt. I felt Marina’s soft lips kissing my ass and then moving down to my thighs. My pussy grew wetter as I bobbed my mouth on Grant’s erection.

As I felt his body tighten, I sucked harder. But Grant pulled back and began to jerk himself off.

I wanted to cry and scream, or beg for him to let me taste him. Deep down, something told me to accept this, to just follow his lead and not challenge. I bit my lip and focused on Marina’s hungry mouth eating my pussy.

One orgasm rolled through my body. I looked up at Grant. My eyes welled up with understanding of the challenge and the pleasure as I let go of wanting my own way. The possibilities were endless. Like it or not, Grant had taught me something about my own inhibitions and shame tonight.

“Thank you, Master,” I said.

Maybe I caught him off guard. Maybe I’d at last earned my reward. Either way, he came against my lips, and I lapped up the sweetness of submission.

Chapter Seven

I wanted it to go on forever. The truth of exhaustion, however, paused the play as we recovered. With everyone in a relaxed state, I had to try again. People had different levels of reception and focus when it came to a hypnotic state. Some of them may not have been brought out on my last attempt. In fact, they may have resisted because they were enjoying the night so much. But I couldn’t let leave any question. I stood naked at the center of the room. My tender ass stung as I moved. “Everyone.” I waited until all eyes were on me. “Jade.”

No visible changes overtook them, but the silence told me I had their attention. “I want all of you to return to normal. You’ll remember everything and the fact that we enjoyed ourselves. No guilt or shame will be carried with you. And it’ll take effect at three. One, two, and three.”

Grant’s deep laughter made me turn. “What’s so funny?”

“You really believe I was hypnotized?” Grant showed no flicker of shame, nor did I sense any change in him.

“No, but you played along. Think whatever you like. Your Dom side clearly has no shame or inhibitions, so you had no reason to change. You did reveal a new part of yourself.”

“And you felt it.” He smiled smugly as his hand squeezed my butt.

The throb of pleasure sliced through my body. I needed more. First, though, I had to check on my other friends’ posthypnotic state. “What about everyone else?”

Bill and Joel chuckled softly. “Hate to trick you, Hannah, but we got unhypnotized the first time you did it,” Joel confessed.

Marina blushed deeply. “Sorry. I didn’t want it to stop, so I just pretended like nothing had happened.”

Relief and annoyance mixed in me. I’d successfully brought them back to normal on my first try, but they’d played me. “All of you came out of it?”

Roger nodded. “Yeah, but no one changed or stopped what they were doing, really. You, Ms. Telepath, couldn’t tell?” He wrapped an arm around Marina’s bare shoulders.

My cheeks flushed. “No. I’ve never felt anything like tonight. It was the first time in my life when the thoughts and feelings of others didn’t overtake my mind during sex. At first, they did, but when Grant…”