jukeboxemcsa:“How do you feel?” he whispered in her ear. He already knew the answer, but he loved th
jukeboxemcsa:“How do you feel?” he whispered in her ear. He already knew the answer, but he loved the way she sounded when she told him. And judging by the way her wet pussy clenched around his fingers as he thrust in and out of her cunt, so did she.“I…” The pause always made his cock twitch. She sounded so sexy every time, the way her voice trailed off into a confused silence as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts long enough to explain what his fingers and his voice were doing to her. “My thoughts feel… heavy. It’s, um. It’s hard to think.” She panted out each word, her mind divided between the effort of sticking to a train of thought and the powerful pleasure flooding through her body.“Go on,” he purred, his breath in her ear making her shudder with arousal. He knew exactly what he was doing to her; nothing deepened a hypnotic subject quite like describing their slow descent into blissful surrender. She could hear it in her own voice, the slurred and halting speech telling her that she was drunk on pleasure and struggling more and more with every moment simply to focus on turning those lazy thoughts into words. He barely needed to say anything; he just needed to give her direction, and she hypnotized herself.Sure enough, her speech slowed down even further when she responded. “It’s, I… um.” Her brow furrowed, and he felt her slick pussy coating his fingers with her musk. He didn’t feel guilty; she’d asked him to put in the suggestion that the harder it was to think, the better sex would feel. “Everything’s… um. It’s, um. I…” And the suggestion that the better sex felt, the harder it would get to think. “I… I feel… um.” And the suggestion that if she had trouble finishing a sentence because she was having too much trouble thinking, she would have an easier time starting over than finishing. “Um…”She squirmed helplessly, her hips riding his hand as she moaned and whimpered. “It’s… it feels good, Master.” He felt his cock throb with arousal; when she was awake, she could quote Chekhov in the original Russian and perform Gilbert and Sullivan, but when she belonged to him, all she could think was, ‘it feels good’. He had removed everything between her and the pleasure, and she had responded by giving him all the desire she possessed. It was absolutely beautiful.“Good girl,” he whispered, sending shivers down her spine with every word. “Does my pet want to come for me now?” He already knew that answer, too, but he loved the way she sounded when she told him. His fingers thrust urgently into her cunt, driving her to the edge of release, knowing that his hypnotic control held her back from climaxing without permission.“Yes, please, Master!” It was the only thing she could remember to say without effort. And honestly, her brain wasn’t really involved in the response. The words came directly from her cunt; she didn’t need to think about them to say them. She only needed to listen to her cunt, telling her that it was time to come for Master. Nothing else mattered anymore.“Good girl,” he cooed in her ear. “Stop thinking and come, pet. Stop thinking and come.” His voice was all she needed to set off the explosion of pleasure, but he didn’t stop fucking her until the last whimper subsided.Then he asked her again. “How do you feel?” He already knew the answer. But it got better and better every time she came.(Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link