I’d never felt so safe in my life.
The weight left my body. I concentrated on the sensation of him pleasuring me and displaying me. He didn’t complain as I let him do all the work and allowed my body to ride the arousal. My need built with the constant thrusts. Internal convulsions bowed my body, but I needed more.
“Please, Master. My clit,” I moaned. One of the great complexities of a woman’s body, I could never predict which orgasm type would hit me harder until I was in the throes of lust. This second, my clit felt swollen and neglected. All Grant had to do was move his hand, and I’d be coming off the charts.
He thrust deep and held me. “You don’t make the rules.”
Please was not enough, apparently. “I can’t even ask nicely for what I want?” I tightened my pussy around him, and he gripped me tighter.
“Ask, beg, or cry all you want, but I decide.”
Marina raised her hand. “I’ll eat her.”
Grant glared back harshly enough to silence the room. Then he turned his focus back to me. “This is a test of devotion. Do you really want to submit, or is your own physical pleasure more important? A truly trained sub would deny herself any orgasm until I allowed it. You’ll see in time how easy I’m being on you now.”
I held still and waited. There was no reply to pacify him except submission. I loved the feel of him inside, of him holding me. My request for more wasn’t intended to insult. Obviously I had a lot to learn if I wanted to pursue this.
He pulled out of my pussy and slid in harder. Damn, I wanted it!
The overpowering effect he had on my psychic abilities added to the sexual high. Not be looked at as the one with answers but free to wait for instruction. It sounded freeing, and still a real challenge for me. I’d never denied myself what I wanted if I could have it.
When Grant pulled all the way out of me, I swallowed hard. These tests drove me crazy. He pushed my hips to tilt slightly. Then I gasped as his cock pressed to my asshole.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never done this.” He pushed forward slowly but steadily.
“Never with anyone this big.” My voice shook as he paused. His throbbing cock eased back a fraction and moved forward. The minute act made my head snap back in need. I longed to experience how something that big would feel deep in my ass, but Grant was careful.
“You’re tight. Relax and you’ll take it.” Grant rocked gently.
I moaned and tried to relax, but my body focused on the thick head spreading me. Nerve endings sparked, and yet my pussy felt empty. Never in my life had I felt so off balance and sexually awkward. I wiggled my hips from side to side, and Grant thrust forward another fraction.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said.
“I trust you, Master. I can’t…” Relaxing seemed impossible. Meditation couldn’t happen; there was no way for me to relax my body at that moment. I wanted him so much, but I didn’t dare suggest what might actually work.
“You can,” he said.
His hand moved between my legs and one finger slid along the left side of my clit. It rubbed softly.
No greater feeling existed in the world. Beyond my control, my body relaxed to a new state as he continued to coax my clit. Grant advanced inside of me slowly, and the dual pleasure, mixed with pressure, made my body vibrate with anticipation.
He pulled back and rocked in the path he’d blazed in me. Toys and smaller men, sure, but Grant could hurt someone if he didn’t use caution. He knew his power, though. I was hypnotized by him and his mysterious lifestyle. I never wanted to wake up. Bucking back as he fucked me, I helped him advance farther. I’d do anything to keep his finger on my clit.
I tried to lower myself and take more, but he held my ass. “You’ve gone far enough here. Hold your position.”
My best guess said about three-quarters of him was inside of me. I wanted it all, but his diligent finger on my clit made me not care right then. It dipped lower and tested my pussy.
I groaned and twisted slightly, only to have Grant tighten his grip. Before I could beg or even apologize, I felt Grant’s hand jerk. Roger moved closer, and I knew the plan was about to change.
“You need something here.” Grant pushed his finger all the way into my cunt.
As adventurous as I’d been, this was completely new. Roger grabbed my legs behind the knee and gently lifted until my feet were off the ground. My weight pressed me further onto Grant’s cock.
Roger stepped closer, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held my thighs and gently inserted his cock inside my wet pussy. Grant stayed still as Roger pushed forward slowly.
The sensation sent shocks all over my body. Two cocks inside of me was new! They could feel the throb of each other. When Roger was in to the hilt, he took a deep breath. “Okay?” he asked.
I smiled up at him shamelessly. “Please, Roger.” I couldn’t take a full fuck from Grant in my ass; I was simply stretched too far, but Roger could move just fine.
Wrapped in the arms of two sexy men, I gave myself up to the feeling as Roger went from zero to full blast fucking me. The relief surged through me as he ground all the way in. Grant in my rear stretched me so the ordinary took on an entirely new feel. As Roger pulled back and fucked me again, the two cocks squeezed the flesh between until I came in gulps and spasms.
With nothing to hold onto but Grant and Roger, I steadied myself as Roger continued.
Endurance test, indeed. I could endure this foreve
r
! The grunts and groans from Roger told me he couldn’t last. I tightened my hold on his waist. He lifted me slightly and jerked as he came.
Grant’s hand slid back to my pussy, yet Roger made no move to vacate. The man deep in my ass fingered my clit as he lifted carefully.
The sudden onslaught of stroking and clit stimulation drove me to hard release in seconds. A small internal spasm was blown away as my clit swelled and felt as electric as a raw nerve. Grant rubbed it with vigor, and fucked me in short strokes while Roger stayed deep inside. His face betrayed him. Roger enjoyed feeling Grant’s cock through my wall.
The pressure he exerted boiled over, and my body squeezed and released both cocks in convulsions beyond my control. Grant shuddered silently behind me. I felt the change in my supersensitive asshole. Roger ground and buried his face between my breasts.
I leaned my head back full on Grant’s shoulder and looked over at him. “Did I pass your test, Master?” The grin I couldn’t help no matter what punishment he might devise.
Chapter Six
As Grant and Roger untangled our bodies, I felt the slight ache of overuse and newly stretched muscles.
“You need to rest a bit,” Grant said.
From where I sat, it was the master who needed a rest. My body probably could use a break. My mind, however, craved more. I’d jump into anything Grant ordered.
The strange words whirled in my mind.
Orders. Master. Slave. Obey
. I hadn’t been hypnotized, yet I acted in ways I’d never dreamed of with a man who didn’t even believe in my gifts.
Therein lay my biggest issue. While I trusted Grant with my body, I’d never fully trust him with my mind or my heart. He didn’t fully appreciate how I, as an individual, worked. If he didn’t believe in me as a psychic, I couldn’t put all my fear aside and trust him with my entire being.
Everyone seemed to need a rest. I knew I had to lift the hypnosis while we were calm. Now was the time. If I waited and we started again, I might never get the clarity of mind back until I’d agreed to follow Grant to the ends of the earth. That would be the wrong move.
Meeting his friends, on the other hand, felt right. Maybe I could explore this with someone who believed in me and fully accepted me. The potential intimacy scared me, and I put the thought aside.
I needed all my concentration for bringing my friends out of hypnosis.
I moved to the center of the room and waited until all eyes had gravitated toward me. “Everyone, jade.”
The trigger word showed me no external reaction to speak of, but I had their attention. “It’s time that we end this session so I’m going to ask you all to relax and breathe deeply and steadily. You’re going to remember everything that happened here and how it felt, but you’ll all return to normal feelings when it comes to inhibitions. However, you’ll feel no guilt over anything we did tonight. A few more deep breaths.”
I paused for them to breathe, relax, and absorb my words thoroughly. “On the count of three, you’ll all return as you were before. One, two, and three.”
Marina blinked, and everyone took a deep breath. I watched for the reaction as their inhibitions collided with their memories. Despite my instruction for no guilt, it was not a guarantee, but merely a suggestion they could potentially ignore.
Instead of surprised or confused people searching out their clothing, Marina moved to Roger and proceeded to seductively lick my pussy juice off his cock. She acted as though I hadn’t removed the hypnotic suggestion at all, and a full orgy still ruled the room. Roger showed no sign of rejection or uncertainty. I looked to Bill and Joel who crawled into their own kinky couple to reconnect.
Nothing had changed.
I avoided Grant’s gaze since he thought my skills false anyway. I stood adrift in confusion but unwilling to ruin my friends’ fun. I’d try my skills again later.
“So you’ve decided against pursuing the submissive lifestyle?” Grant asked.
I sighed and turned to him. “I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a sex toy only allowed pleasure at the whim of others.”
Grant stepped closer to me. “The intensity is addictive. You’ve never had anything this deep. I understand that it’s scary.” His hands gently caressed my shoulders.
“How do I know?” I asked.
“You’ll know because you won’t be able to give it up, even when it’s hard. And when you try to walk away, you’ll crave it.” His hands dipped to stroke my breasts gently.
Right now, I still debated exploring it at all beyond tonight’s play. It didn’t turn me off, that much was obvious. “How does a Dom know the limits? If it’s such an intense and intimate relationship, how do you avoid breaking your sub totally? The safe word works to a point, but if someone really wants to obey, it could be a fine line.”
He smiled. “I’ll never break you because you won’t let your guard down with me. I see it in your eyes.”
“My gifts are such a part of who I am, how could I give in to someone who thinks it’s all a joke?”
“What you need you can’t get from me, but I can bring you to people who might. I’m not as uptight and stuffy as you thought I was.”
“I sensed the darker side that you hid from us all.” I gasped as his hands moved lower to tease my pussy. “Do you have sex slaves?”
Grant chuckled. “You’ve only experienced some secrets. If you enter my world, the possibilities are endless. This exchange tonight is only a taste to entice you. With so many people around who don’t practice the lifestyle, I can’t possibly give you a full experience.”
I leaned into him as my pussy grew wet. His words slipped into my mind with a haze of lust. “Why won’t you let me suck your cock?” I asked.
“To earn a reward, you must make a sacrifice of some sort. A breakthrough or an offering of obedience. You seem determined to hold onto your will.”
“I pleasured my friends and gave in to your every request,” I argued.
“Because it suited your needs, not because I wanted it.”
“You tied me up.” I squeezed his balls.
Grant’s free hand clamped on my wrist. “You loved it. That’s how I know you’ll give in eventually. You want it all. It might not be with me, but you’ll truly submit.”
My touch eased on his balls. He released my hand. The more I pushed Grant, the more I realized that this lifestyle, as he called it, had more to do with mind games than sex games. The brain, no doubt, was the most powerful sexual tool. I longed to explore that.
“What now?” I asked.
“You’re still submitting?” he replied.
“For tonight, I’ll continue sampling.” I couldn’t stop now. My body felt used in a way that put all past encounters to shame.
“Then let’s test your self-control.”
I groaned inwardly. He was obsessed with testing me. Yet, on one level, I was eager to prove myself.
“Lie on your back, on the bed.” He patted the leather-covered one.
I did as instructed. Grant grabbed my hands and wrapped my fingers around the metal bar just beneath my head so my arms were stretched.
“You don’t let go for any reason, understand?”
The new familiar thrill of orders shot through me. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He squeezed my hand around the metal bar.
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
“Now close your eyes,” he said.
I obeyed.
“Keep them closed no matter what.”
His hands explored my body slowly. Grant took his time trailing fingers over my stomach, arms, and dipping down to the sides of my breasts. When I giggled but kept my eyes closed, I knew I was in for something.
“Quiet!” He smacked the spot and worked his hands over my tits repeatedly. Squeezing and then pinching. I arched to meet his touch.
He took his hands away. “Down on the bed.”
The punishment hurt. I relaxed so my body was flat on the table, hoping for his touch to return.
His teeth caught my erect nipple and tugged. I fought the urge to open my eyes and watch him play with my flesh. I knew if I did, he’d stop. I gasped as he switched to my other breast, and flicked it with his tongue.
I held tight to the metal and squeezed my eyelids tight so I didn’t give in. The test had me so wet, I nearly begged to be fucked, but I needed the feel on my tits. My head thrashed from side to side, the only movement I could make besides opening my legs.
Desperate for relief from the wetness and swelling of my pussy, I hooked my legs under the table and treated those limbs as if they were as fixed in position as my arms.
“Good girl,” Grant muttered against my breast.
I hoped he meant it. When two fingers pushed into my core, I knew he did. I pressed my hips down to the table instead of lifting them as I longed to do. But my body stayed pressed to the bed as Grant bit at my nipples and finger-fucked me deep. The first orgasm built fast. I heard myself begging to be fucked. After the third orgasm, I lost count and broke all the rules.