Hypnotic Hannah (6 page)

Denied again, the bastard! “I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.” I wanted to cry, to shove Marina aside and take what I wanted. But without Grant enjoying it, it’d mean less.

The spanking stopped as Grant stood erect and fed Marina his cock. “And you call yourself a psychic. You should be punished double for that. Watch, Hannah. You’ll earn a reward eventually.”

I watched as Marina blew Grant with a wary eye on his hands. He didn’t move to touch her at all. This was all to deny me. The man enjoyed torturing me.

When Marina’s hand moved to squeeze my breast, Grant pushed it away and began tapping the neglected underside of my breast in an upward motion. His touch grew harder as I watched Mar suck him deeper and deeper. My breast ached with pleasure at the rough attention. I wanted him to twist my nipples, pinch them, bite them, but he didn’t break the pattern that had me breathing hard.

Finally Grant came. I watched the pulse in his cock change as he gave Marina my reward. She swallowed and moved away quickly, afraid of being sucked into the game too far.

“Look down.” He nudged me.

I looked down and saw my breast now pink from his efforts. It felt hot, and yet I longed for him to continue further. How much could I take? How much did I really want? I needed to explore, yet he kept me at a distance.

“You like spankings?” he asked.

My wet pussy and hard nipples weren’t proof enough that it turned me on? I had to confess it? “Yes, Master. Thank you.” I feared more remarks would only get me in more trouble.

“What about your pussy? Would you like that to be spanked?”

I cocked my head to one side but remembered to keep my eyes down. “No one has ever done that to me, Master,” I said.

Grant slipped around behind me so I had no visual cue what he’d do to me. I heard Bill and Joel moaning and talking in muffled voices, but I didn’t go into their thoughts. Weirder still, their thoughts and feelings didn’t feel as though they pressed on me now. Usually every time I blocked thoughts, it felt like a pressure cooker. Not now.

“On your hands and knees.” Grant gently pushed at the small of my back with his foot.

I obeyed, unsure if he’d actually do something to me, or force me to observe only. His hand pressed down on my hips, and I lowered them, spreading my legs wider and wider. My knees slid along the carpet, adding to the rug burn I’d surely started.

“Shoulders to the floor. Hands behind your back.”

The order made me pause. I wanted to obey, but to be so vulnerable unsettled me. I lowered my torso slowly to press to the carpet and hesitated, expecting Grant’s harsh hand to spur me on.

There was only silence in the room.

I couldn’t let it end here. Instead, I slid my arms behind my back and closed my eyes.

Grant grabbed my wrists together and held them. I felt a gauzy material twist; he tied me up in a matter of seconds. I tested the binding cautiously. It was tight and long. There was no escape for my hands. I felt the material drape over my sides but it hid nothing.

The new posture exposed my pussy in a new way. Grant had me off balance and at his mercy. I waited, not allowing my hopes to get too high about what might happen.

“What am I going to do to you, psychic?” He taunted me, running his hands over my back and hips.

I tried to focus on him and push past his strong mind. However, my thoughts kept falling back on my tied hands, my exposed pussy, and my tender breasts rubbing into the Berber carpet. “I don’t know, Master.”

He laughed. “That’s right, but the correct answer is anything I want to do to you.” Grant’s fingers pressed to my wet pussy and coaxed additional juices. I fought the desire to push back for more. When my entire cunt was coated, his hand went away. I bit back a groan.

I couldn’t see a thing but guessed he knelt behind me. The options of what he’d do to me were too many to count; I waited and willed him to do anything. Finally, the sweet sting of his hand hit my spread pussy lips. He didn’t rest as he smacked me repeatedly, hitting different spots each time and avoiding my clit.

My hips rocked in desperate attempts at self-control. My hands strained to be free. A few more slaps and the intense attention pulled my focus away. There was no longer anything but the pleasure and pain of Grant spanking my pussy and the heat of his body as he leaned against me, holding my hips so I couldn’t move. It made me feel safe to be in his control. I gave in to the feeling.

Moaning filled the room and it was me. His hands smacked harder and suddenly shifted up to attack my clit. If I weren’t already on the floor, I’d have collapsed right there as the shock of ecstasy blew through me.

Grant didn’t let up as I came. My body rocked, and I rubbed against the carpet for friction and contact to relieve my breasts as he continued to test my pussy, bonds, and posture. The weight of his chest held my hips down. If he’d eat me or let me suck his cock, I’d stay like this all night. I needed more. I needed to feel his tongue or cock, something that shared the intimacy. I loved his hands, but it wasn’t enough.

When his fingers stayed on my clit and rotated fast one way, and then the other, I knew I was in trouble. I groaned and pushed back. He kept changing direction to throw me off guard. Somehow it made me come faster. I screamed as my body shook, leaving me gasping for air as Grant traced patterns in my now dripping pussy.

When I could breathe, there was only one thing to say. “Thank you, Master.”

Chapter Five

As quickly as I found myself bound, I was freed. My shoulders ached and my wrists were raw as I flexed my muscles and rolled onto my side slowly. Next to me lay my dress; apparently he’d tied me up with my own clothes. He must’ve carried those upstairs. He’d been planning this. The stinging and throbbing between my legs intensified when I brought my knees together. The strain was off my hips, and I squeezed my legs together to add pressure on my sensitive twat.

Grant stood over me and surveyed the room. Could it be over? Had I failed? He walked around me again.

“Looks like everyone enjoyed your tied-up release,” Grant said. “You might enjoy being caged.”

It didn’t sound like a question so I stayed silent and waited. I dared to glance around at my friends. I couldn’t tell what they thought of me. My mind stayed clouded with Grant and trying to anticipate him. Being open-minded sexually was important to me, but this took me to a whole new level. Was I open enough to let go? To try more of this?

Grant had promised a test. I imagined we’d barely scratched the surface of sex play he practiced. In the moment, I wanted more. In front of our friends, he’d never cross any lines too extreme. I had the burning need to know what lines he would cross without them around.

“After all that pleasure, Hannah, I think it’s time we put you to work. Since you seem obsessed with oral sex at the moment, you’ll get it. Show us your skills. Take your time and suck all of your friends dry.”

My instincts told me there was a catch, but I didn’t care. Eagerly, I crawled to the nearest friend. The opportunity to show Grant what I could do thrilled me in a way I’d never felt before. The need to please didn’t end at sex with him, per se; I wanted to explore that.

Bill stood closest to me, and it seemed only fair that our host get serviced first. I looked over at him and Joel who stood near him; both were fresh from a shower with towel-dried hair. How long had I been tied up? Things happening without my notice were rare, but the new level of play muted my powers and awakened my physical senses.

I kissed Bill’s inner thigh. No need to rush. He smelled of soap as I kissed his sac. Kneeling higher, I swiveled my tongue along his shaft, sweeping side to side and getting the length of his rod. Bill’s hand tangled in my hair. I wanted to lick him. Grant’s rough handling had me craving any kind of touch.

Grasping the shaft to hold it steady, I tongued the head. Bill thrust forward. We all appeared to be insatiable. Joel moved next to Bill and pressed in. Hard and eager, Joel slid his cock next to Bill’s.

Two cocks were far too much to swallow, so I grasped Joel’s with my other hand. I licked the head of Joel’s cock and pressed the tips together. When Grant registered no objection, I sucked both cocks, one head and then the other, alternating as the hot erections rubbed against my palms. The men shifted to face each other and leaned in. I dared a glance up. They were in a heavy make-out session above me.

I tightened my grip on their shafts and sucked both tips in my mouth, tonguing them vigorously. When I heard the men moaning above me, I kneaded the flesh in my hand in a gentle rotating motion. Their hips began to inch in and out for more. I worked the tips harder as my lips grew sore with stretching.

Bill’s deep husky voice warned me as he came in my mouth. I rubbed the reward into the tip of Joel’s cock, and both men groaned. His body tensed as he produced a few drops. Clearly, Bill had already run him dry.

Looking up, I saw Joel’s forehead resting on Bill’s shoulder. They’d had it, and they knew it. While they might be sexually adventurous, the connection and love they shared was for them alone. The bond made me envious and proud of my friends at the same time. Would I ever be that open and close with someone?

“Don’t make Marina wait.” Grant’s voice cut the intense feeling in the room.

I gave the two guys a quick smile and crawled away to find Marina lying on the floor. From the look of things, she’d enjoyed the show, too.

My jaw relaxed as I licked and kissed over Marina’s stomach and down her hips. Perhaps Grant had put Marina second on purpose; there was a limit to the strain some muscles could endure. Two men had left my face tight. A pussy was very different. I sucked Marina’s outer lips in my mouth one at a time, tugging and twisting as her hips lifted. The taste of her drew me in further as I pressed my tongue flat to her inner folds and rubbed them. When I had Marina panting for more, I moved up.

Her hard clit felt small with my tongue taking up as much space as it could, but it was my target. I worked my tongue from rippled to waved and then lapped at her quickly.

Mar bucked up wildly as she screamed for more. “Fuck me, Hannah.”

When her hips settled, I dipped my tongue to her core and pressed inside. No objection sounded from Grant, so I rolled my tongue and then unfurled it, licking the inside of her as far as I could reach. My hands held her hips tight as I worked her with my tongue. Marina relaxed and gushed with release.

As she came down from her orgasm, I licked and sucked every nook of her cunt clean. Only Roger was left before Grant. He was a friend, too. I wanted him so badly it hurt. I couldn’t rush through Roger though; no doubt I’d be punished for it if I did. Besides, I wanted it. Marina had monopolized Roger’s attention plenty.

I kissed my way up Marina’s body, pausing to tease her nipples and mouth before heading to Roger.

He leaned against the wall watching quietly. I knelt in front of him, stretching my body along his legs before nuzzling his cock. A low grunt came from the back of his throat. He’d waited and watched quite a bit. I expected him to be done quickly.

So I drew it out for fun.

I teased the base of his cock with my tongue, and flicked my way up to the tip. A few swipes of my tongue and his hips jerked.

“Suck it,” he said.

He was on the edge, definitely. I obeyed him in the technical sense, deliberately sucking his thick shaft in my mouth halfway so the head made contact with nothing. Bobbing my head gently, I sucked but didn’t let him push too deep.

“Tease,” he groaned. “You deserve to be punished.”

I worked faster and moaned softly. The feel of a hot cock in my mouth had me wet already, but the vibrations would affect Roger much more.

Roger’s hands probed my hair and held as he thrust deeper. I steadied myself and let him go for it as I continued moaning. He grunted and mumbled things I couldn’t understand as he came deep in my mouth. I swallowed fast and he released me.

Catching my breath, I looked up at his smug grin.

“Only one friend left,” Roger said.

I turned to Grant and crawled toward him. He didn’t argue, so I kissed his calf and trailed up his thigh, letting my breasts graze along his muscled legs.

The anticipation hit me. Almost there, I moved up to kiss his hips and felt a hand on my neck.

My spirits dropped instantly. No reward.

“I think you’ve had enough oral for now. Stand up.”

I froze. He wanted me to stand. I’d been crawling so much that it sounded foreign. If I questioned him, I’d be farther from any reward so I rose slowly.

The air hit my knees, and I felt as well as saw the rug burn. I kept my gaze down and saw his big cock tormenting me.

“Turn around,” he said.

I turned to face the rest of them, letting my eyes connect with them one by one while leaving my head down enough to not upset Grant’s control issues.

Grant’s strong arm slid around my waist and pulled me back to lean on him as he leaned back on one of the beds. Suddenly, Grant’s cock was pressed to my ass, and his whole hard body enveloped me. The heat made it all real, and I wanted more. My body relaxed against him in surrender.

I wrapped my arms around behind his back to brace myself as Grant eased inside of my pussy. My arms tightened as he stretched me. Grant wanted me! He could drag it out, but the evidence was finally inside of me.

His mouth pressed to the back of my head, and I wanted to turn around and kiss him. I needed to feel the heat of his body against my breasts. Didn’t he need some real intimacy, too?

“Look at them. Your friends are watching you fully exposed.” He thrust in me quicker.

Slowly I lifted my head to look at them. My arousal jumped three levels as my cunt tightened around Grant and I made eye contact with my friends. Totally exposed and not pretty, but spanked pink with rug burns in places.

They’d watched me before, but this felt different. Not a performance, but close. I was on display and under the control of someone else. They all watched me. Maybe they needed a break? Maybe Grant wanted to be the center of attention? Either way he fucked me slow, and when my hips rocked back for more, he braced me tighter so I had less room to move.