Hypnotic Hannah (9 page)

“Made you his kinky sex slave,” Bill filled in with a wink.

“His and all of yours. I stopped thinking and just did it. Just obeyed and enjoyed. His strong mind overrode my attempt to anticipate.” I looked over at Grant uneasily. “How did you keep that side of yourself from me? I’ve known you for years.”

Grant sat back on the swing. “You know nothing of the lifestyle. Control is the job of the Dom. Control of my body, my actions, your body, your actions, my thoughts, and even your thoughts.”

“How did you know she’d go for it?” Marina asked. “Hannah is a control freak.”

“I didn’t know she’d respond to it so well, but if you want the real me sexually, that’s it. Of course, control freaks frequently get off on not being in control. Not knowing everything, or being expected to, is a release as well. No decisions to make, only rules and orders to follow, can be exactly what someone needs. Hannah barely scratched the surface of submission, but this was fun.”

Bill looked at me. “Do you want to be trained?”

A swirl of emotion hit me. I sorted them out before I said a word. “I’m still shocked at what I did. I never even fantasized about that sort of thing. Giving up power is more intensely erotic than anything I imagined, but if you’d asked me, I’d have refused to try it.”

“But you did, and you weren’t even under hypnosis.” Joel nodded.

“I know, which is why I have to explore it. It’s the first time in my life where all my extra powers were rendered useless. I was just in my own mind, in my pleasure.”

“Looks like Grant got himself a sex slave.” Roger grinned. “Got any others you want to share?”

“No, not Grant,” I said quickly, and stared at him. “I really appreciate what you did, Grant, but you don’t believe in me or my gift. While I loved the intensity, I don’t think I could trust you the way I need to, not for training or a permanent situation.”

“Come on, Hannah, you two were super hot together.” Marina sounded disappointed.

Grant held up a hand. “No, she’s right. If she doesn’t completely trust me and give up control, it’ll never work. That doesn’t mean I won’t have a hand in training you, though. I have some friends who might suit you better. Be at my house tomorrow night, and we’ll see if we can find you a master.” He leaned in and whispered to me, “We do share and help train.”

The chill went through me. I wanted to explore this so badly. I trusted Grant to a point. Would I trust a stranger more? I wanted to try, and find out what I’d been missing. I nodded. “I’ll be there.” I’d always known some people craved the kinky sex play, but until Grant pulled the right attitude on me, I’d never known I was one of them. I’d always be grateful.

“So Hannah has gotten to a whole new level of kink,” Bill teased. “How about the rest of us?”

Thank God he’d changed the subject! I exhaled. “You first. You and Joel became tight very fast. Yet I got in there. Are you two gay or bi or what? Is this a couple thing?”

Joel tightened his arm around Bill’s neck, pulling him closer. “I’d say both.”

“Pussy doesn’t hurt anything, but the couple thing sounds right.” Bill leaned back to him. The right partner or partners facilitated the full exploration of one’s sexuality. That doesn’t negate a core bond, though. I never grew tired of helping people when such good results happened.

“So your mind has been prodding this along too?” I pointed at him.

“Guilty, but looks like we all were thinking things. We needed you to break the ice.” Bill shrugged.

“Next time I want another girl. It’s not fair.” Marina gave everyone a devious grin.

“Next time?” Grant asked. “I’m not sure I’m right for this. I prefer more sex slaves at my disposal. But you definitely enjoy yourselves.”

“I’m in,” Roger added. “Sounds like you didn’t get enough pussy, Mar.”

“More is good. Variety is very good.” She nibbled her lower lip.

“More you can have now.” Grant’s deep voice directed me. “Go stand on the couch and let Marina eat her fill.”

For a moment, I didn’t move. As wet as my pussy was, Grant wasn’t my master. He moved in behind me. “You want to enjoy being a submissive, then you do what you’re told. You’ll make a good pet.”

“Pet?” Crawling around during sex was one thing, but I had no intention of sleeping on the floor or any insane setup.

“You’ll learn. It means you can sleep with anyone your master wants. Many slaves crave only the attention of their Dom, but you need more.” He nudged me forward.

Grant was right; I needed more. Carefully, I climbed onto the couch and positioned myself over Marina’s eager mouth. As her quick tongue spread my slit, my knees gave slightly.

A strong pair of hands grabbed my arms and held me to the wall. I braced myself and opened my eyes. Grant watched me while Roger helped me to balance. Marina pulled at my hips and buried her face deep between my legs. I moaned low as her lips and teeth tugged at my pussy. Then her tongue pressed inside of me, lapping the juices that flowed harder and harder.

When she rubbed my clit with her thumb and sucked me dry, the wave of orgasm hit me slowly. The sweet release of muscles contracting around her tongue, and knowing that Grant and Roger watched, made me rock back.

Now my clit squeezed at her insistent touch. “Please, Marina.” I didn’t know what I wanted, but she did.

Marina sucked my clit as I shook in silent pleasure. Then her warm hands squeezed my ass cheeks. The sweet pain made me scream as I clutched onto anything and came hard, my pussy grinding down for more.

I panted and waited, for what I wasn’t sure. Another order from Grant? No, I needed to get back in control of myself. Looking around, I realized that Joel and Bill were gone. Some alone time was in order for them as well.

Roger helped me off the couch and set my wobbly feet on the floor. “Thanks,” I said softly.

He grinned and turned back to Marina, kissing her mouth in one soft motion, testing her pussy with his hard cock. Those two clearly had connected, but Roger would no doubt share her with other women.

I found my clothes and dressed slowly. Part of me didn’t want it to be over. Yet I needed to remember that sex wasn’t my entire life. The temptation to keep playing made me look for my shoes without much enthusiasm as Roger and Marina fucked.

Grant watched me in silence, and I said nothing as I slipped out the door and into the sunlight. Not only was I proud of my hypnosis skills, but I’d correctly read my friends and their desires. None of them regretted last night, and even though I’d shocked myself, I didn’t regret any of it, either.

* * * * *

With everyone back in their own heads and their positive thoughts radiating toward me, I left. Nothing like this would happen again. At least not with all six of us. Bill and Joel had couplehood written all over them. If one really good thing had come out of my hypnosis experiment, it was them. The friends-to-lovers transition wasn’t easy, but I knew they’d make it.

The warm glow inside me, of knowing I’d helped my friends break down some barriers to pleasure and discover their true desires, mirrored the glow on my backside from my friends’ attention. As I reached my car, I wondered if sitting down would sting. A thrill shot through me.

How could I know others so well and not know this about myself?

Footsteps padded behind me. I turned. Yet again lost in my needs, I’d missed my instinct’s warning. I liked it! But Grant didn’t stand behind me in the long driveway with trees lining each side. Marina stood staring at me.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “Roger and I are going to leave. Bill and Joel seem to need to be alone.”

I grinned. “Good for them.”

Marina came closer. “You knew about them, didn’t you?”

“Of course. Part of the gift is knowing what people won’t acknowledge about themselves. They’re crazy about each other.” I sensed Marina needed closure about herself, but I’d let her ask for it.

“It’s sweet. So you knew about me too. What I thought…about you,” she blurted.

“Don’t let your inhibitions ruin it for you, Marina. Sure, I knew you wanted to try girls. Me, that redhead waitress at your café, and several others. Hopefully, now you’ve got the confidence to try. You were amazing.”

Marina shrugged. “I still like men.”

“So you go for both. You said you’re leaving with Roger,” I prompted.

“He suggested a few more threesomes. Maybe we’ll find a girl who fits in. What do you think?”

A psychic’s work was never done. I let my mind roll into her future. Marina and Roger and…I lost count of the women they’d share until one image remained with them. “You’ll find her with Roger. It’ll work out for you three.”

“Who is she?” Marina asked.

I bit my lip. “Are you sure you want to know? I see lots of hot girls for you two down the road until you get to Ms. Right. You should really enjoy them all, if you want my advice.”

Marina’s lips spread into a wicked smile. “You’re right, but I’ll know the right one?”

“Definitely. I’m not going anywhere either. I’ll point her out.”

“And I’ll be with Roger?”

I shrugged. “That’s what I see. It’s hard to find someone you trust and who shares what you want in bed. I know it’d be easier to be all into girls or guys for you, but you’re how you’re meant to be. It’ll work out, as long as you’re not too scared to go for it.” I gave her a wink.

“I’m not complaining. You liked girls, too. Or you faked it really well.” Marina moved into my personal space so close, I could feel her warmth permeating toward me.

“I wasn’t faking anything in there.” How could I explain the difference? I enjoyed her, and enjoyed Grant and Roger watching us. I loved that I pleased her. Focusing on the pleasure of others turned me on. “It’s a lot more complicated for me, but don’t let your inhibitions get the better of you.”

“Yeah, the spanking and Grant ordering you around. That’s a totally different kink. Playing with it turned me on, but I couldn’t do that.”

“I’m not even sure how it’ll work for me, but it’s the first time in my life where I was totally in the moment and not focused on the other person’s thoughts.”

“Good luck with it. You’re really going to meet with Grant’s friends? Wouldn’t it be better just to let him train you and be your master or whatever?”

“He doesn’t believe in me. Playing and experimenting with him is one thing. The level of trust and intensity I’m looking for can only come from someone who believes in me and my powers.”

“Grant will come around eventually. I think he’s afraid if the powers are real, he couldn’t really control you. Now, that skeptic thing sort of makes sense to me.”

“All the more reason why I can’t let him be dominant. Ruins the power play.”

“Well, good luck finding Master Right. Roger and I are going for a late breakfast and to talk about things. I can’t believe we were at it all night. I better go.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek softly.

She wanted me to go with them; I could feel her resist the urge to take a deeper kiss. The temptation to please her rippled through me, but what she needed would come to her in the form of another woman. I pulled back slowly. “The redhead at your café. She’ll be your first try at a ménage. She’s really wild.”

“Thanks.” Marina turned and headed to her car. “You always know what to say.”

I watched her and Roger drive off. My skin tingled as I reached my car. Grant watched me. I felt his eyes. Turning, I saw him standing off to one side in the shade of the old trees. “You don’t need to stalk me. I’ll be at your place tomorrow night to meet your friends.”

He moved out of the shadows and glanced up at the windows. “Those two guys inside are singing your praises and humping like animals.”

“You didn’t enjoy last night? Marina and Roger seemed equally pleased.” I grinned.

“And you’ll take the credit?”

“I don’t want credit. My friends are happier today than they were yesterday. Everyone discovered new levels of pleasure. Good news all around. You just refuse to believe I have the special powers that helped it along. You think I’m a liar and a fake.”

“You tell people what they want to hear. Last night you gave five people permission to act on every sexual desire and impulse by simply giving them an out, to say they were hypnotized.”

“Please. Society has given people permission to explore their sexuality plenty. Go and watch cable. You and your friends in the S&M lifestyle are a perfect example. You didn’t need any permission.”

“I wasn’t hypnotized ever.”

“Some people resist it. If you’re not open to it, that’s fine. I’d never force anyone to be a subject. You know as well as I do, however, that Marina, Roger, Bill, and Joel wouldn’t have done that stuff with us before. As shy as Marina plays, as afraid as Joel was that Bill would reject him, it proved they needed more than encouragement. They needed to let go of those fears. I felt the change in them.”

Grant’s eyes dipped to my chest. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, stuffing it in my bag, which changed the line of my clingy dress quite a bit.

“You didn’t need to lower your inhibitions, though. You suggested that everyone wanted and needed it. Now you split hairs over permission and suggestion. You’ll require a very strong master.” He lifted an eyebrow.

I took a deliberately long and deep breath. “You’re right. A master of weak mind would be too easily manipulated. As would one who doesn’t believe I possess powers. I don’t want that.”

“You want as much as you can get. Any master will pacify you now.” He moved to me and pushed me onto the hood of my car. The hot metal made my thin dress feel nonexistent as Grant pulled the neckline down to reveal my breasts to the bright sun and his eager mouth.

I arched up as his teeth scored my sensitive flesh. Still pink from his abuse, my breasts ached for more. The wetness in my pussy returned, and I spread my legs wide. My skirt hiked up. I felt exposed to the world.

Grant seemed uninterested in anything but my tits as he bit and twisted my nipples. “More, please,” I begged.

“You don’t care if the neighbors see you?” He pulled my skirt up all the way. My hips shifted for some contact. He rubbed my pussy until the wetness coated the outer lips. I urged him on with my hips. He smacked my inner thighs until I forced my needy hips to stay still. Only then did he reward me with a smack on my pussy that sent a jolt of need and delicious sting through my body.