Hypnotic Hannah
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Grant’s eyes dipped to my chest. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, stuffing it in my bag, which changed the line of my clingy dress quite a bit.
“You didn’t need to lower your inhibitions, though. You suggested that everyone wanted and needed it. Now you split hairs over permission and suggestion. You’ll require a very strong master.” He lifted an eyebrow.
I took a deliberately long and deep breath. “You’re right. A master of weak mind would be too easily manipulated. As would one who doesn’t believe I possess powers. I don’t want that.”
“You want as much as you can get. Any master will pacify you now.” He moved to me and pushed me onto the hood of my car. The hot metal made my thin dress feel nonexistent as Grant pulled the neckline down to reveal my breasts to the bright sun and his eager mouth.
I arched up as his teeth scored my sensitive flesh. Still pink from his abuse, my breasts ached for more. The wetness in my pussy returned, and I spread my legs wide. My skirt hiked up. I felt exposed to the world.
Grant seemed uninterested in anything but my tits as he bit and twisted my nipples. “More, please,” I begged.
“You don’t care if the neighbors see you?” He pulled my skirt up all the way. My hips shifted for some contact. He rubbed my pussy until the wetness coated the outer lips. I urged him on with my hips. He smacked my inner thighs until I forced my needy hips to stay still. Only then did he reward me with a smack on my pussy that sent a jolt of need and delicious sting through my body.
Licking my juices from his fingers, Grant stood up and looked at me, bare to the sun and any onlookers if they happened to be around. I stayed there, laid out on my own car’s hood, wanting more.
Did he want me to feel shame? Fear? I felt liberated and aroused. I knew I pleased him because his cock stretched the front of his pants tight.
Locking my arms behind my head, I arched and found a more comfortable position for my legs. “What do you want, Master? Tell me. I’m yours until I get the proper master.”
He pushed my legs open as wide as possible. My body strained despite daily yoga. “You don’t pick your master, they pick you. You agree or not. You don’t hold the power.”
“Yes, Master.” My pussy screamed for relief. Finally, he gave in and licked me roughly. I loved how he ate pussy. He wasn’t gentle or careful. He devoured my twat from end to end.
When he wanted to, he plunged two thick fingers into me. I moaned. I enjoyed the sweet release of not knowing what he’d do until he finally sucked my clit and then shoved four fingers into me. I let myself go and studied the sky, the trees, and the sheer exposure of my lust to the world. The waves rolled through my body, and I had to say it.
“Thank you, Master.”
I felt his lips curl into a smile briefly against my slit. Then he stood and pulled me off the car and pressed me to him. Grant kissed me hard, and I responded, licking my juices off his face. Before I could enjoy the kiss fully, he backed up and turned me so I faced the car. Bending me over, my nipples hit the hot metal hood. I pressed down and lifted my ass for him.
The rasp of his zipper made my insides flip. I needed it so much even after the night we’d had. As my breasts felt the heat, his big cock pressed to my wet hole, filling me in a single thrust. I braced myself but let go, the hot metal crushed to my body from shoulder to pelvis. I moaned at the stretching and sizzle.
A few hard thrusts and he changed on me again. No idea what to expect, my pussy pulsed around him, and I came suddenly.
“Already?” He pulled me to stand and held me as he fucked me standing. “Naughty slave, you come when I say you can.”
“I’m sorry; I couldn’t help it.” I leaned back.
“That’s right; you’re sorry. Let everyone see your body as you get fucked. It’ll make you ready for tonight.”
The comment confused me as he thrust. I could feel myself building to another release. “What? Ready for what?”
“You won’t embarrass me with my friends. I only share the best slaves if they’re untrained. You’ll be exposed and shared with many. They’ll never offer to train you if they don’t get to see and sample.”
The thought of more men, group fun, and being a slave for many masters until one picked me overthrew my thoughts. I screamed as a deep orgasm thundered through me. This was my path. I’d found it and now had only to embrace it, to find the right partner for my journey. The echo of Marina’s words rang in my mind. Master Right. I’d find him.
THE END
Cheryl Dragon
A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. She’s never at a loss for ideas, and there are plenty of contemporary and paranormal stories waiting to be written. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans…where anything can happen!
Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers as an Assistant Controller for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels. For more info, visit www.cheryldragon.com.