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by Sasha Scott




  Can’t Say

  No

  The Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2016 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

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  Contents

  Girlfriend Can’t Say No!

  Sister Can’t Say No!

  Neighbor Can’t Say No!

  Everyone Can’t Say No!

  Musicians Can’t Say No!

  Boyfriend Can’t Say No!

  Boyfriend Can Say No! (Bonus Alternative Ending)

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  Girlfriend Can’t Say No!

  “Please I need your help,” Marlon begged, his desperation taking him beyond the usual realms of assistance. Now it’d come to this, begging to a self proclaimed mystic in a clustered, side street, shop.

  The issue was a simple one to explain but not an easy one to get help with. His quest for aid had taken him to doctors, to psychologists and to anybody who would listen. Plenty offered to help him but none of them could actually deliver.

  He’d gotten to that point where a sign about magic crystals, mystic women and odd trinkets was enough to draw his attention and bring him in.

  “My girlfriend never listens to a word I say! She won’t accept my opinion about anything!”

  Everyone else he had gone to with that issue, they had always opened up the same way. They had always delved into whenever or not this issue was actually that serious; whenever it was something for him to be making such a fuss about. However for Marlon it had always been an issue.

  All through his life Marlon had been a person who had the decisions made for him, not the one making them.

  Finally he had managed to get himself a girlfriend after twenty plus years of trying but still he couldn’t manage to stamp his authority down. They moved in together because she wanted to, his protests meaning nothing. She redecorated, against his wishes. Dragged him everywhere she wanted, no matter how much he complained.

  Now it was the big one, she wanted to have a child, a child he was expected to take care of! He wasn’t ready to trade his youth for that responsibility yet but his protests were falling on deaf ears. He needed a way to project himself, he needed a way to stamp down his authority.

  “You see, she wants to have a baby…” he began to explain to the mystic, just like he’d had to with everybody else he had visited with his problem.

  “No need to explain child,” she interrupted, “I understand your plight well, it’s already been shown to me and I have just the thing for you.”

  From below the counter she pulled out a small, wooden, box that could nestle comfortably in two cupped palms.

  Down she laid it across the surface of the counter, opening it up slowly to reveal inside an unremarkable ring, silver in colour with a bright red ruby embedded in the surface.

  “This ring,” she explained to him, “is an enchanted item. When you wear it no woman will be able to say no to you. Their answer will always be a yes. For the one who is worried that your girlfriend never listens to you, now she won’t be able to ignore it.”

  Despite the ring being so unassuming he was desperate. A trivial matter to some was a great ordeal for him. A chance to finally have his say in the relationship, to give the illusion that his opinion actually meant something, that was all he wanted.

  “Oh thank you!” Marlon said to her, almost brought to the point of tears, his emotions bubbling out, “How much? I’ll pay anything.”

  The mystic, looking like a stereotype pulled straight out of the screen, small or silver, took the ring from its container and thrust it firmly into his palm, wrapping his fingers around the small trinket.

  “You don’t have to pay me a thing child. Just go and make the most of this gift.”

  He grasped the ring tightly in his palm as he felt joy overflow his body. All the others had wanted to do was give him words, advice, encouragement about his self-esteem but this was what he wanted, results.

  Sure a magic ring sounded like utter fiction but he was so desperate he was willing to believe in anything.

  Marlon had affixed his hand with the magic ring, sitting outside their place in his electric car. Originally he’d had an SUV but a certain girlfriend of his had insisted they swap vehicles to something more green. Of course she’d gotten her way however all that was about to come to an end.

  With confidence flowing through him and the ring firmly fitted in place he reentered his transformed domain, a bachelor’s pad transformed through his other half’s whims and wants, ready to reaffirm his dominance.

  “Honey?” he called into the house, knowing she should have been back from work by this time.

  “You back? Where have you been? You know that I wanted to go and check out that new place down on fifth today. It’ll be closing soon, we won’t have much time to go now.”

  He’d only just gone through the front door and already she was telling him what to do. But no more! He no longer had to simply tow the line and follow the leader, he could now be the leader. He could put his foot down!

  “Bex,” he said firmly to his girlfriend, “I don’t want to go.”

  Subconsciously he rubbed his fingers over the ruby in the ring and waited for the magic to get to work, to finally give his opinions merit and to finally get his way.

  “Well tough, we’re going,” she replied, completely popping his bubble.

  It was the first test of his newfound authority and it had been a complete bust. The mystic promised him results but instead all he’d gotten was a dud. He’d built himself up so much that the rejection had left his body shaking.

  “Will you listen to me for once?!” he screamed out, releasing all of his frustrations at once.

  The ring glowed on his finger with a glint of red, a same glint which appeared in her eyes for a moment before she replied to him, as if she was speaking on autopilot.

  “Yes,” she responded, her voice monotone, face blank of serious expression.

  That momentary change in her body language, her expression, her tone, it was all very noticeable to him and he couldn’t help but be surprised.

  Once again he tried telling her, “I don’t want to check out that new store.”

  She’d swiftly returned to normal, as far as appearances were concerned. She no longer carried that almost robotic aura about her yet this time she replied to him differently.

  “You don’t?” she said, almost disappointed, “I was looking forward to it too.”

  He had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, that he wasn’t about to wake up to discover he’d been experiencing some sort of fantasy.

  “We aren’t going to that store today. We’re gonna… stay here instead,” he said, trying to think through his words to get the answer he wanted, “isn’t that right?”

  Once again she seemed to turn almost robotic in her reply as she dulled over and responded with an icy cool, “Yes.”

  Marlon’s mind raced back to what he was told by that mystery woman in the store. It will make it impossible for women to say no to him, only yes. So as long as he asks questions with a yes or no answer he can always get his way? Did it work with commands as well? He had to test it out.

  “You will go to the fridge and get me a beer,” he commanded her, for some reason waving his han
d in front of her face like he was attempting to pull off some sort of jedi mind trick.

  Her face remained dull as she responded with another yes before she slowly trotted off obediently back into the kitchen, returning moments later with a beer in her hands.

  “Here you go honey,” she said cheerfully. While her responses were trance like the actions she took afterwards were not, she simply followed through on her word.

  It was unbelievable. His body went from shaking in anger to trembling in joy. His girlfriend never would have listened to a request like that in the past. There was no doubt in his mind that the ring on his hand was really magic.

  “Open it for me,” he commanded, and she complied.

  “Feed it to me,” he commanded and she delivered.

  “Get me another,” he commanded once his drink was finished and off she went to fetch it.

  The second time she vanished into the kitchen he actually pinched himself on the arm just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. It hurt like hell which could only mean this was the real deal.

  Back his girlfriend, Bex, came in from the kitchen with his second beer in hand. He could already feel dark intentions flowing through him as he watched her walking in.

  He felt like he was a lucky devil when they first got together, before he found out what a tyrant she was. Now that he was the ruler of the household he could once again admire her good looks. Full lips, long lashes, a small chiseled nose and long locks of brown hair; not to mention she had a rocking body to go along with it.

  His eyes lecherously watched her curves wiggling as she strutted in, beer in hand.

  “Here you are hun,” she said, leaning over to hand it to him, his eyes ogling at her slight cleavage.

  They say power corrupts. That isn’t surprising. The surprising thing is how quickly power can corrupt as Marlon took the beverage from her hands and smirked from ear to ear.

  “You will lift up your top for me.”

  He was about to have a lot of fun.

  A brief bit of playing around with his girlfriend had allowed him to get a better grip of just what the magic ring was capable of doing.

  First of all orders were the best. As long as he gave her a command she could not go against it. Her face would dull over, she’d reply with a yes and then she’d follow through like it was her own will.

  Questions could also work, as long as they led to an answer situation which was yes or no. Multiple choices weren’t possible and wouldn’t trigger the ring but a direct question would work fine.

  Opinions didn’t work. It didn’t matter what he wanted unless it was a direct command. Her opinions were different, he was able to implant a desire into her head but that was simply along the lines of asking a question.

  So orders were absolute. Questions could work. Opinions didn’t matter. Not exactly what he went to the mystic looking for but he had no reason to complain. He’d been looking to have his voice heard, to have his opinion respected. Instead he got the power to get anything he wanted.

  Bex had slowly stripped out of almost every piece of her clothing, apart from a small cutesy pair of white and pink panties, and was now giving her boyfriend a lap dance, just like he’d told her to do.

  She’d always been the one who liked to be pampered. Her feet rubbed, her shoulders massaged, his lips nestling between her thighs; he’d never been able to get anything like a lap dance out of his curvy girlfriend.

  Her hips rolled in place, grinding along his lap, that perky ass swaying with her movements. Her hands ran up through the back of her brunette locks as she worked her body sensually in place. He could feel the blood rushing to his lap, making his body grow hard.

  “Oh baby that feels amazing,” he moaned out as he felt her softness rubbing against his firmness, watching her sexiness strut its stuff, “I want you… I mean, you will get down on your knees.”

  “Yes,” she replied in the same monotone voice as she climbed down from his lap, dropping down onto the space between his legs, right onto her knees.

  She seemed to remember everything but simply not register the ring in the process, simply accepting everything she said yes to as something she wanted to do. It was why he could weave her towards activities she would normally never perform because in her mind she’d readily agreed to take part.

  “Now,” he commanded, his breathing growing heavier as he began to get more and more excited, “you will give me a blowjob.”

  “Yes,” she said again, of course, as her hands hooked up into his pants and slowly began to strip him down.

  First his belt was easily unbuckled and stripped away. Then unzipping him down was another easy job. Awkwardly she tugged on his pants and boxers in unison to wiggle everything down so finally his erect cock could spring up into view, the firm shaft almost slapping her in the cheek as she looked on from up close.

  Just like she’d been ordered she opened up her soft lips and wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock, nestling it firmly in her sexual hold as she began to suck on his member.

  Marlon had never imagined he’d actually be able to get a blowjob from his lover. Never before had she seemed to have any interest in returning the favor for what he’d been pushed into performing time and time again. Finally he was getting to feel her soft, velvety, lips running up and down the girth of his erect shaft.

  He relaxed back in his chair, enjoying the good life of having his loving, obedient, girlfriend positioned between his legs, sucking off his erection, lavishing his manhood with her tongue, glossing him in her running saliva.

  Moans poured from his lips as she worked up and down the shaft with her sloppy mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she treated with unexplained expertise, making his cock throb in just the right way.

  His breathing grew deeper and heavier as the seconds passed and her mouth performed more on his body, trickles of her wet drool streaking down his shaft, glistening over his full orbs which tingled in anticipation. He was getting close.

  “Hmm,” he groaned down to her, brushing his fingers through her thick brown hair, “that’s right baby, make me cum.”

  “Yes,” she mumbled around his cock, her words squeezing her throat muscles around the head of his cock, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through him. He’d have to watch his words whenever he was wearing that ring.

  He was already close before he’d inadvertently given her another command but yet she still played the part of the performer, of the servant.

  One of her hands moved in low, to those packed orbs which she began to caress and massage in her hands, her other reaching down to the base of his drool covered member which she began to stroke up and down with fast, tight, movements.

  Her lips moved to suckle around his head, bobbing swiftly around his glans with expert precision, making his body tremble in joy as his fingers clenched down tightly as he felt his orgasm surging through him.

  He relaxed his body and let the orgasmic bliss wash over his body, closing his eyes tightly as he let out a deep, throaty moan as his orgasm erupted into her sealed lips and into her mouth, giving her a thick, full, hot helping of sticky, bitter, semen which trickled down her throat and filled her up.

  With her insides soaked in cum she slowly peeled her lips back from his saliva covered member, trickles of white dyed saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth.

  “Open your mouth, show me inside your mouth,” Marlon told her, his breathing still ragged.

  “Yes,” she replied, her words slurred by the thick cum which was pooled down in her mouth, Bex showing off all that hot white cream which stained her tongue.

  Her breathing, her gargles, made the cum bubble with drool, leaking down over her soft lips, making her chin glistened in a sloppy white mess. She looked like such a slut, swirling the jizz around using her tongue.

  “Now swallow it,” he commanded her, practically squirming in his seat in giddy joy.

  She responded with the same messy reply as she closed her mouth and tilte
d her head back, her neck bulging from where the cum trickled down her throat.

  Once she was finished eating up his cum she opened her mouth with a refreshing sigh, rolling out her tongue to show that she’d gobbled down every last drop of his sticky white fluids.

  “All gone,” she told him. It was nice hearing her confirm back to him in that monotone voice but that natural expression she gave, acting through the motions of a mind warped, were the biggest delight to him.

  The sight was even more stimulating that he imagined when he thought his command through. Despite only just having his orgasm squeezed from his body he was already rock hard all over again.

 

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