shamrockdoll:summerscaptions: “You did something to me,” Rachel said mildly, “didn

shamrockdoll:summerscaptions: “You did something to me,” Rachel said mildly, “didn’t you?” Jason nodded, watching her. “Yes.” She was sitting on the floor, her head back against the wall, knees drawn up towards her chest. One hand hung down between her legs, inches from her pussy. Rachel could swear she could feel the heat radiating out from it. “You… hypnotized me? Is that it?” Again, Jason gave a small nod. He stared at her, intently. “I did.” She sighed, very slowly. The breath leaving her lungs felt sensual. Everything felt sensual. She couldn’t move right. It was like being trapped in molasses. “You shouldn’t have done that. I should be angry with you.” Her words were thin and quiet. They had no force behind them. She barely could find the will to say them. “You should, yes.” Jason’s eyes never left her. He seemed to be studying her every move, fixated on her reactions. She shifted her hips slightly, and her limp fingers glanced across her mound delicately. She gasped. “You tricked me. Betrayed me. Took advantage of my trust…” Again, Jason nodded. “Yes. I did.” No remorse or apology, but also no attempt to hide or backpedal. Simply stating the facts and letting her react. It was hard to react. It was hard to do anything.  She stroked her pussy gently. It wasn’t hard to do that. “I’m not angry, though.” “No.” Rachel whimpered. It was like he knew what she was going to say. His eyes froze her in place. She bit her finger softly, the feeling of something against her lips giving her butterflies in her stomach. “I’m horny. Wet. Even though it shouldn’t, this makes me hot.” Another slow, firm nod. “Yes, it does.” Her fingers were inside her now, slowly stroking in and out, making her mewl softly with pleasure. He’d done something to her, made her like this. She hadn’t been able to stop him. And instead of scaring her or infuriating her, it made her wetter than she’d ever been. “I… I should be mad, but… I’m not. I should want you to leave, but instead, I want to… suck your cock. I want you to fuck me. I want you to come on my tits. I want you to treat me like your private fuckdoll.” “That’s right,” Jason said, no surprise at all in his voice, “you do.” Rachel knew then she was lost. Two fingers stroking her clit, she realized it was time to stop fighting. Even she even was anymore. Had she ever managed to fight at all?  It didn’t matter.  “I want you to do it again,” she breathed, voice ragged with need. Her fingers were moving faster now. “Go into my head. Change me. Fuck with my brain. Change my thoughts, my memories. Make me into what you want. I want it. I want you to hypnotize me again.” For the first time, Jason smiled. “Anything you say, Rachel.” yes -- source link

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