Hypnotic Hannah

by Cheryl Dragon

  HYPNOTIC HANNAH

  Cheryl Dragon

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  Hypnotic Hannah

  Cheryl Dragon

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © July 2008 by Cheryl Dragon

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  ISBN 978-1-59632-718-4

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  Printed in the United States of America

  Editor: C. B. Calsing

  Cover Artist: Anne Cain

  Chapter One

  The sexual need of the group radiated over me. Some days, my gifts frustrated me to no end. I knew that, at that moment, Bill studied Joel’s body and wondered how to get his friend naked in his sex swing without ruining the friendship.

  After a huge party to celebrate my becoming a certified hypnotherapist, it was just ten p.m. A professional psychic for twelve years, I periodically added new skills to help my customers. Now only I and my five closest friends remained at Bill’s large home.

  The silence made Marina, the only other woman in the group, uneasy. “So, Hannah, have you ever messed with anyone while they were hypnotized? You know, make them do something weird like stand on their head?”

  “I’d never abuse my power or my client’s trust. When I perform hypnosis, the subject must be willing, and we always make it clear why we’re doing it.”

  Marina was an Italian beauty with curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a long, curvy body. Secretly she longed to experiment with women as well as men, like our friend Roger whom she’d been lusting after for years, but her shyness kept her in line. I felt her attraction to me, but that wasn’t my path for the long-term. It wouldn’t work, though the occasional fling with women did slip into my fantasies and history.

  Roger lusted after Marina, but the balance, even a strong friendship, could be upended if things got awkward. Some days, I hated my telepathic powers. My friends were frustrated, and in turn, it rubbed on me sexually. But my gifts were mine; I’d made a successful career of it, and at thirty-two, I loved my professional life.

  If only my personal life worked as well. I felt adrift there, searching for where I fit. My training said we all had a unique life path to follow. I wondered if my section on sexual fulfillment had been deleted.

  Joel’s mind suddenly projected a plea. He didn’t mean to communicate with me; like most people, Joel’s thoughts ruled his own private world. He wanted me to hypnotize Bill and plant the suggestion that he was in love with Joel. I wanted to tell him Bill already felt that, but any time I’d tried to bring those two together, even in private conversations, they backed off from one another. Just friends was their safe lie.

  Prompted by Joel’s thoughts and Marina’s previous question, I said, “People lie to themselves all the time. Worse, most actually learn to believe their lies. Hypnosis frees people to get past the fear of judgment, the memory blanks of time, and repression of their true needs from external pressures. It’s just a tool to get to the true self.”

  Grant laughed. The sixth member of our group was my nemesis of sorts. The skeptic. He thought all of my gifts were crap. “It’s an excuse for people to come clean about stuff they don’t want to admit, but secretly want to talk about it. They’re paying you to get their fun and sexual fantasies out without the judgment.”

  His mind was on sex tonight, too. Grant usually had more self-control. Tonight all minds were on pleasure, but I refused to allow him to devalue my work. “Most hypnosis is used to cure fears, bring out repressed memories from childhood or traumatic events, or explore a past life people can’t consciously remember.”

  “Past lives.” Grant shook his head. “You’ve got quite a racket going on there, Hannah. You sell it, though. The flowing, funky-colored dress, long gold curls, and the innocent face anyone would trust. Yet you’re not pretty enough to really threaten female clients. You’ve got the whole package.”

  I stifled my shock. Grant had never paid that much attention to me, and yet his thoughts drifted to my package all right. He liked my round breasts and butt to match. His thoughts grew darker, and he shut them down fast.

  I fought a groan. What did he really want of me? The wetness between my legs prompted me to stand. “Thanks for the rundown of my pluses and minuses, Grant, but I do help people. Maybe you’d like a demonstration of my hypnosis skills?”

  He folded his arms. “Love one.” His dark brown eyes and hair turned the heads of men as well as women. His hard body and rugged good looks made many pursue him. Grant’s ego was fed by many, but he rarely had a girlfriend.

  I wondered why he seemed reluctant to date, but his negativity toward my career made me less eager to help him than the others. He owned the building where I rented an office for my psychic services, and while we had friction, we stuck together when it counted. The group brought us together. Today, however, it felt as though our differences were front and center.

  “Since it seems sex is a hot topic tonight, at least on everyone’s mind, I think it’d be good for us to take down those pesky little inhibitions.”

  Mariana sat up straight on the long sofa. “What?”

  “Please, the frustration is palpable. Everyone’s thoughts are triple X-rated. What’s so terrible about us letting our needs loose? Unleash those desires. It’d be a very low-level hypnosis, just a suggestion of trust, releasing the inhibitions, and no guilt about exploring sexual fantasies within this safe group of friends. No one would do anything they don’t really want to, no still means no, and it’s not about changing your desires but freeing them.”

  Roger, tall and lanky with light hair and blue eyes, studied Marina’s profile and then locked eyes with me. “I trust you, Hannah. I’m in for fun.”

  Marina glanced over her shoulder at Roger, and then at me before looking to the floor. “Okay, me too. As long as we can say no to something we really don’t want.”

  I looked to Bill and Joel, the auras pulsing between their bodies. “Sure,” they both said at the exact same time. Both looked in opposite directions.

  “Only one stick-in-the-mud left, Grant. You in or
are you afraid?” I teased him.

  Grant glanced at me. “You can’t hypnotize me.”

  I shrugged. “I can try. You have to be willing. Let down your guard, and all those fantasies can come true. Worth the risk? Or are you afraid?”

  “Hazel-eyed witch.” It was his favorite insult to me.

  “Uptight landlord.” He presented himself as a professional, but his thoughts were kinkier than those of anyone I’d met. Yet I felt there were even darker thoughts he hid from me.

  “What about you?” he challenged. “You won’t be under your own spell. You’ll be inhibited.”

  “Grant, I thought you knew me better than that.” I smiled and pushed my blue and white swirled dress off my shoulders and down to the floor. Unhooking my lacy scrap of a bra, I let it fall. “I don’t have any inhibitions. I’d love to sexually explore every one of my friends and give in to your deepest fantasies. I read all of your thoughts and yet have received no relief. I’m offering us all a chance to let loose and blow off some steam.”

  All eyes stared at me, and my skin tingled. Grant’s eyes seemed to go darker as he studied my hard peach nipples. I felt Marina taking me in as well. The thrill of the exposure, of daring to be at their mercy for critique or praise, coursed through my mind and body, adding to my aroused state.

  “You’re going to hypnotize us with your breasts?” Grant sat on the couch next to Marina. “Not very professional.”

  I didn’t bother to correct him. I’d made my point, and Grant didn’t object. He might not go under hypnosis -- an unwilling mind could resist -- but I knew he’d play along for the sexual exploration.

  Slipping my dress back on, I grabbed a simple thread necklace with a piece of jade hanging on it from my bag. Not the recommended tool, but the stone worked on tricky subjects. A focal point wasn’t necessary for all, but some it helped.

  I talked through the deep breathing with eyes closed. I sensed Grant peek twice, but I didn’t let him break my flow. “Deep breaths in, going deeper into yourself and relaxing every muscle. You’re among friends. Let the trust flow through you and exhale. Relax your body and open your mind.” I continued until I could feel all of them in the zone where I could make the suggestions.

  “Tonight we’ll be letting down our inhibitions to explore our true desires. There is no guilt, no wrong or embarrassment. If your partner is willing, you’ll explore any secret pleasure with no shame. You’ll remember every detail of this suggestion, and it will stay with you until I say the word ‘jade’ and count you out of the state fully. Understood?”

  The murmurs in the affirmative as well as the positive thoughts told me I’d succeeded. “Okay, everyone will keep their suggestion and return to the normal state of consciousness on the count of three. One, two, and three.”

  Marina rubbed her eyes as the guys stretched and breathed deeply.

  “That’s it?” Grant asked.

  I didn’t expect Grant to have gone under, but I’d let the others lead and follow their desires.

  “You’re so beautiful, but you looked better the other way.” Marina stood and pushed my dress down as her soft lips claimed mine. Her firm hands massaged my breasts and my pussy tightened for attention. Tonight would be something none of us would ever forget. I’d succeeded. It thrilled me almost as much as Mar’s firm touch.

  Bold little Marina stepped back and turned to the couch. She leaned down to kiss Roger, who had pulled his growing cock from his jeans already.

  I looked to Grant, who sat on the arm of the sofa now. He stared at Marina and Roger before looking back at me. His dark eyes took it all in, clearly in no rush. That turned me on all the more. We had time for everyone’s needs.

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  The vibe in the room had clearly shifted. I stepped back, not wanting to instigate or influence. Their desires would lead them.

  While Marina and Roger seemed content to undress each other with casual curiosity, Joel stood and stripped himself quickly. My body flinched with a warm zest as I studied his naked form. The tall athlete had defined muscles everywhere possible. Half-hard already, his cock hung long, but Joel didn’t move toward me.

  Bill, the object of Joel’s lust, sat and stared as openly as the rest of us. He seemed frozen. I couldn’t see if Bill was hard yet, but I knew Joel had it in him to stir up the chemistry that existed between them.

  Joel pulled Bill to his feet and tugged off his shirt. Not as muscled, Bill was firmly toned from his advanced yoga. Joel’s eyes took in his body like he was the most perfect thing in the universe. Grabbing Bill’s belt, Joel jerked him closer and kissed his stubbled chin as Joel undid Bill’s pants and let them fall.

  This night already was proving harder than I thought as my body itched with need. Still I wanted to watch; the intimacy of emotions between them touched me. We suppress what we truly need and convince ourselves it’s for the greater good. No one suffered from suppression here and now. Their desires fueled me. I reached out with my sixth sense, feeling for anxiety of any kind due to the risk of no protection. There was nothing but open exploration to be read. None of them would endanger their friends, and it was no secret Mar and I took the pill.

  With rough hands, Joel rubbed over Bill’s chest, stomach, back, ass, and then stroked his cock until it stood fully hard. His hips thrusting, Bill’s mouth tried to capture Joel’s, who teased. Finally, Bill grabbed Joel’s head and kissed him hard. The slow and deep embrace elicited a sigh from Marina, who leaned back against Roger.

  I glanced over at Grant, still fully clothed. He stared at the two men without any attention for the rest of us. Arousal radiated from him, and I wanted him to give in to it. At least he could undress, but I refused to suggest or push. Everyone’s desire was valid. If he wanted to delay his play and watch, that was his choice.

  “You want me?” Joel asked Bill.

  Bill groaned and tried to keep their mouths and naked bodies pressed together. Joel’s superior muscle held him firm.

  “Say it,” Joel insisted.

  “I want you.” Bill pressed his mouth to Joel’s shoulder and kissed his way down his hard chest. Kicking away his pants, Bill knelt and licked along Joel’s hip, following the defined line of it to his cock.

  Bill kissed Joel’s balls slowly and wrapped his long fingers around Joel’s cock. Joel inhaled sharply and dug his fingers in Bill’s thick hair. He lapped at Joel’s balls and licked his way up the shaft until he grazed the head.

  Joel’s hand tightened its grip. “Don’t stop now. I’ve been waiting so long for this.”

  Groaning, Bill sucked the thick head of Joel’s cock in his mouth and worked the shaft with a hand sliding over its flesh. Joel’s head tipped back as his mouth gaped in silent pleasure. His hips flexed, fucking in and out of Bill’s mouth.

  The blowjob seemed to play out in slow motion as I felt their pleasure. I couldn’t look away as Bill took more and more of Joel; the man obviously had practice deep throating men. Why had they denied themselves this? Joel grunted and kept pushing for more. I had no doubt who’d end up on top in their relationship.

  Joel’s body clenched; the muscles in his thighs, legs, and ass seized as he shouted. The release lasted as he pumped into Bill’s mouth. Rubbing the head of Joel’s cock on his tongue and the inside of his cheek, Bill made sure we could see it stretch. Bill swallowed and sucked at the head.

  Not letting Bill rest, Joel pulled him to his feet and kissed Bill. “Your turn,” Joel said against his mouth. He pushed Bill down to sit on the couch next to Marina.

  Kneeling, Joel went right for Bill’s thick cock and devoured it like a starving man. Bill’s moans pierced the silence.

  Marina lifted her feet up to brace on the sofa and opened her legs. “It’s not fair; someone please eat me.” Her head turned toward Roger.

  To my surprise, Grant moved into position, kneeling fully clothed next to Joel’s naked form, then licked Marina’s bare pussy lips. The smile on Marina’s face shone brightly as her cunt got
serviced with her sandwiched between the hard-bodied men. Roger reached over and played with her breasts, pinching and rolling her tight nipples. Her hand slid into Roger’s lap and stroked his erection sporadically.

  Obviously, Grant knew what he was doing as Marina panted and lifted for more. Just as I began to feel left out, Roger’s voice cut through the moans. “Come here, Hannah. Join the group.” He pushed Marina’s hand away as she screamed and jerked in her first orgasm.

  I stood up from the chair but had the odd urge to crawl to Roger; everyone else was kneeling or sitting. So I did. I pressed my body between Roger and Grant’s clothed, yet powerful, form. One release clearly didn’t satisfy Marina or Grant as he continued to eat her pussy, licking deep at her inner folds with his limited room to maneuver.

  Moving between Roger’s legs, I went all the way up and kissed him on the mouth while letting my body press to his. The strong, hairy chest tested my needy breasts. His cock rubbed at my stomach while I kissed down his torso.

  A delicate hand grazed my cheek, and I looked up. Marina watched me with a grin. I moved up and kissed her lips gently. Her hands cupped my breasts and played. The stimulation overwhelmed me -- a cock pressed to my body and a gorgeous girl getting eaten next to me. It wasn’t fantasies running around in people’s minds anymore. This was real.

  Insatiable Marina, she’d be trouble and fun tonight. I kissed her neck and then her brown nipples. Her areolas were larger than average, covering nearly half her perky, small breasts. I licked them thoroughly and loved it. Every body was different, and those unique genes and how they put together a person aroused me as much as any hand, body, or cock.

  Marina lifted her tit so it went deeper in my mouth. “Please.”

  Roger groaned. “I want to watch you two later. Just you two.” His soft request made my pussy tighten. To be watched fucking and watch others; tonight we would have it all.