Can't Say No: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  All the spark she had shown just moments ago when she had objected to his actions and slapped him hard across the face was drained away and what was left was a more timid woman who looked mortified all over.

  “Sorry,” she whined out, getting close to the point of crying, “I didn’t mean to slap you, I’m sorry.”

  “You better be,” he continued to growl, his dominating instincts thumping through his body, “but how the hell are you expecting to pay me back for this?” Marlon pointing to the glowing print marking his cheek.

  She recoiled back, her squeaking voice still saying she was sorry, so very sorry, but not actually offering anything in the way of assistance.

  His eyes leered back over her tall, elegant, sexy body. That was what he’d come here for in the first place. If there was anything he wanted as compensation for her poor behavior it would be a skin session with his attractive neighbor.

  He tried to pick his words carefully. After all when he said he wanted something he would automatically get it thanks to his power. However sometimes he wanted to make them give it to him.

  “I want you to take off your panties and show off your naked body for me.”

  Stating his command as something he wanted stopped his ring activating. He could watch her squirm as she looked up at him weakly, lightly brushing his fingers down along the sides of her stomach.

  “Right here? Right now?” she asked, her body shaking, “What if somebody sees?”

  “Do you think you have a choice?” he said to her.

  “Yes,” she said back robotically, his tongue slipping again without him thinking it through properly. Now he had to fix things.

  “You do not have a choice,” he assured her, activating his power again.

  “Yes,” she robotically replied before perking back up out of the trance, still squirming but slowly grasping at her bikini bottoms, sliding them down her long legs, wiggling in place until they settled down on the floor around her ankles.

  Just like upstairs the flesh that she’d been hiding away from the sun was naturally hiding a patch of skin that was a lot paler than the rest. It gave a strong contrast compared to the rest of her caramel colored skin.

  “Pose for me,” he commanded, making her body change from simply standing on the spot to squirming around, long limbs lifting and shifting around her body like she was a model posing for a camera that wasn’t there.

  Her body was exquisite. His admirations that she could be a model from afar did not fade away now he was seeing her up close, in the flesh, in nothing but the flesh. She was a tall, thin, elegant beauty. He was so fortunate to have a neighbor as hot as her.

  The only thing that couldn’t help but bother him was the small mound of wispy hair that was settled just above her pussy. Sure such a thing was natural but as a man who enslaved women with magic being natural wasn’t really something that interested him. He kept both Bex and Katie shaved at all times.

  “I will be coming over in a few minutes,” he informed her as he pointed down to her crotch, “before I get there you will go back inside and shave that pussy until it is hairless. Do you understand?”

  She complied with a yes, of course she did, that was the theme of his conquests after all.

  “Once you are finished shaving you will dress into something sexy and slutty for me and wait for me to arrive. Now go.”

  As soon as the trance dropped she spun on her feet and skipped back off her lawn and vanished back into her house to prepare herself for his arrival.

  His cock was already throbbing in his jeans. That was the spark he needed, he needed a fresh conquest to reignite his strong feelings of desire. Of course he wasn’t done yet. That was practically foreplay. His true joy was just around the corner, or more literally, just one house away.

  He allowed his new toy ample time to prepare herself before he knocked on her front door.

  Marlon had left the two siblings under his care at home so that he could concentrate on enjoying his newest slave and her alone. They were the only two women he’d ever experienced, Bex being his first. Now he was about to bring his count up to three.

  A few moments after he knocked the door creaked open, allowing him inside and allowing him the chance to lay eyes on the newest member of his harem.

  Cheryl had taken his order to dress sluttily very seriously. Her feet had been squeezed into the largest pair of high heels that she possessed, the footwear coming in a bright, red, color.

  She’d left her legs bare, those long limbs being her strongest quality and wisely left uncovered. Marlon’s eyes had to travel a long way until they finally caught the sight of another piece of fabric, a tiny pair of denim shorts.

  The front of the shorts had been pulled open, the zip pulled all the way down low so that it showed off her pubic mound and the fact that she’d done exactly what she’d been ordered and shaved her pussy clean. There were no panties to speak of.

  Her tanned midriff was left exposed, as was the majority of her body. All that she’d worn to cover up her chest was yet another bikini top. This one a pink tube top which left the way up to her shoulders uncovered, showing off those tan lines. Why did she even have such a slutty top in her wardrobe to begin with?

  Even in the garden she’d been wearing a layer of makeup but between seeing her out in the garden and their current meeting she’d gone and dolled herself up again, adding to the layers and turning her complexion from modest to slut.

  She didn’t say anything to him as he walked into her home and closed the door behind him, his eyes admiring up and down her body. Her long limbs, her exposed skin, her flowing brown locks and her sexy outfit. She waited for his approval.

  “Very nice,” he said as a grin spread across his lips as he brushed his fingers along her sides, this time not getting a slap from his troubles.

  As one hand caressed the curves of her body another went down and began to brush over her exposed pelvis, stroking a finger over her freshly shaved mound, making small shivering whimpers squeak from her lips.

  “Good job,” he told her as he suddenly thrust his hand forwards, sinking his fingers into her shorts and down against her pussy, rubbing his touch against the pinkness which peeked out at him from within her spread booty shorts.

  Her hands latched a hold of his shoulder and gripped onto him, Cheryl pressing her weight into him as he thoroughly rubbed his hand against her mound, rubbing between her pussy lips and starting the flow of her wetness down onto his skin.

  Those long legs of hers shivered in place, knees trembling at the way he suddenly molested her body without any warning, sapping the strength from her form.

  Marlon actually had quite a lot of experience in pleasuring women back when Bex was the one wearing the pants in their relationship. Being settled between her thighs tending to her needs was the way he was forced to spend many a night. Sure the tables had finally been turned but that didn’t mean those lessons had been lost.

  His thumb pinned itself onto her sensitive nub, sealing it down under the force of his smothering thumb print as he rolled his touch around in slow circles, stirring pressure into her clit as his curled his fingers up to molest her dripping pussy.

  Cheryl’s cheeks were stained red as she squirmed around under the control of his hand as he watched her carefully, reading her movements like an open book. He could see he was having an effect on her, that he was bringing her towards an orgasm.

  The more time he’d spent using the ring the more he’d learn its tricks. He couldn’t control a person’s body but when things were truly mind over matter he could take full command. An orgasm? While physical stimulation worked truly somebody could be brought to a shuddering rush with only words. Hypnotism was a tool which could produce an orgasm and he could prove it.

  “Orgasm, now,” he commanded her, his knuckles shifting as his hand squirmed and bulged out her spread shorts.

  She responded with the monotone, “Yes,” before her tone shifted in an instance, lifting from a r
obotic rumble into a high pitched, plane shaking squeal as her mind willed an orgasm through her body.

  Her body stood stiff in place, shivers racing through her as her eyes watered as orgasmic bliss washed over her, like a wave rushing from head to toe and back.

  The moment Marlon removed his hand from between her legs they buckled down, her light hold on his arm the only thing which prevented her from toppling all the way down onto the ground.

  He inspected his hand, dripping with wetness, Marlon drying his messy hand off in her long locks of brown hair, leaving it stained and sticky with her juices.

  Cheryl didn’t seem to be thinking too straight as she was breathing heavily as she weakly clung to his stronger form, her mind seemingly in a daze, small twitches coursing through those long limbs and those hourglass curves.

  “Don’t you think you should return the favor now?” he asked her.

  “Yes,” she replied back, not able to reply anything else.

  “Yeah that’s what I thought. I’ll allow you to suck on my cock then,” he told her as he unbuckled his jeans and let them tumble down around his legs, falling around his ankles, exposing his hard manhood.

  Finally she released a hold of his body and finally arrived at the floor, her knees landing down as a thud as she settled down in the correct position for worshipping his throbbing cock with her eager lips.

  He folded his arms and looked down at her like some sort of demanding master, waiting for his servant. Perhaps that’s what the magic ring had turned him into as he waited for the service he deserved.

  Slowly she leaned up and wrapped her lips around the bulbous tip of his fat member, embracing his meaty length in her soft, wet, warm, insides.

  Marlon didn’t offer her any assurances why she sucked him. She didn’t brush his fingers over through her hair or give her compliments about her technique. He’d been spoilt by being serviced everyday by two beauties, Cheryl simply had to prove she could stack up.

  Closing her eyes as she worked her mouth up and down his erection, her lips squeezed in tightly around his girth, stroking him in her softness as the saliva dribbled down and glossed over his shaft, lubricating it in her drool.

  It wasn’t her first rodeo as she rolled her tongue under his glans, licking over his sensitive spot as her head rolled forwards and back, bobbing along the length of rod slowly, pleasuring her new master with her mouth.

  Finally he spoke down to her, “Bex and Katie can both do it better than that, it’s like you don’t even know how to use your throat. I expect better than this.”

  He didn’t hypnotise her directly yet the triggers had already been imprinted into her head, the script where she had to obey him and wanted to obey him.

  Needing to give him the pleasure he deserved, needing to pay him back for rubbing his fingers into her pussy and making her orgasm gushed out she wrapped her arms around his waist, grasping his body tight as she pulled her head in close, squeezing the tip of his lubricated cock into the tightness of her throat muscles, pushing the last inches of his length into her mouth as her lips sealed up against his body.

  She held in position, trembling as her throat was bulged out by the size of his dick, no air able to gush down her mouth only able to barely flow into her nostrils but still it was hard to breath, especially when the only air she could reach was flooded with a powerful musky scent of a man.

  Still she wanted to please him and held in position, keeping herself deep around his cock for as long as she could manage before she felt her insides gasping for air, her face starting to change from red to crimson.

  Sharply she drew her head back, releasing a loud gasp of breath as the drool swung and slapped across her face, Marlon’s firm shaft standing tall, glistening and dripping with saliva.

  Marlon hummed as Cheryl sat down on her knees, panting heavily, saliva dribbling down her chin. Finally he decided to actually give her some praise for worshipping his body.

  “Hmm not bad,” he commented, “but I hope you know your mouth alone isn’t enough to satisfy me. I’m going to have to use your pussy as well.”

  She couldn’t resist him, his will was her command. Slowly she lifted her body from the ground, stretching out those long, slender, legs as she strutted over across the landing, pressing her hands down tightly onto the wall.

  Cheryl spread her legs open as she pressed her body backwards, perking her round ass out in his direction as she looked over her shoulder at him.

  “You can use my pussy all you want,” she moaned, her words coming as hot breaths, dripping in lust. Her juices were still leaking out; she felt so horny.

  He walked over and latched his hand into the back of her shorts with a commanding grasp, pulling down sharply to reveal her naked flesh to his eyes, tugging her booty shorts down those long thighs to expose her glistening pinkness which had been hiding below, his cock throbbing in desire, lubricated with her messy saliva.

  The thick head of his manhood kissed into her wetness as he pressed his own hands up and rested them on the back of her own, keeping her pinned in place with his warm body pushing up into her, keeping her pinned and trapped as his manhood slowly began to sink into her body, making her squeal.

  A hot squeak popped from her lips as her insides were packed full of that thick cock, her hands and arms shaking as she grasped up tightly against the wall, his fat cock settling deep in her.

  He began to thrust his body into her ass, colliding with her softness with a thud, her booty bouncing and jiggling in place, starting to glow with a pink shine from the force of his member drilling up into her soft, velvety insides.

  “Hmm,” he groaned out in pleasure. This was what he’d been looking for, he’d wanted fresh meat to satisfy his needs. He needed more women to pleasure his body, “it feels different from Katie, and from what I remember Bex felt like. Doing it with new women feels amazing!”

  His eagerness just drove him onto to move faster, sharper, striking deep into her insides with powerful thrusts that hit her in just the right places and made squeaks of pleasure pop from her lips as her insides were stirred around by the shape of his shaft.

  Shivers coursed through her legs as drips of juices leaked from her spread insides, splashing down on the floor and leaving small wet marks from the droplets as he milked the lust from her body and made her cry out with hot moans.

  “It’s so good!” she squealed out, her face glowing red as she had her pussy pounded, her features being warped by the strong feeling of lust which was surging through her.

  Marlon growled as he put all his strength into thrusting into that juicy body and making her ass ripple from the impact of his hips striking into her from behind, lust surging through him.

  “You are my slave,” he commanded, his ring glowing as his words became gospel to her, “You are my property. You belong to me now.”

  Her replies of yes were slurred by her moaning, groaning, her eyes rolling back up into her head as bliss was surging through her veins.

  She was getting close, another orgasm was being built up in her body. Her mind had already accepted her place as his slave, not that it had a choice when it was being overwritten by a powerful magic, and her body was soon following the trend as it was surrendering to the pleasure of his body.

  He was also on the edge of orgasm from the feeling of her body, her tight pussy clinging around his girth, trying to drain the orgasm out of him. With his own girlfriend's pussy off limits his experiences with pussy had been limited. Once again having a fresh taste of a hot, juicy, slit was sending waves of energy shooting through him.

  Marlon arrived at his limit, the hot lust bubbling up in his core as he growled, his hands clenching tightly around hers, gripping on tight.

  “Here it comes,” he growled into her from behind, sealing tightly against her pussy, “take my cum!”

  It arrived, his orgasm and hers, meeting in unison. She shook, insides turning to jelly, bliss washing over her as his hot, thick, molten white cream sprayed de
ep into her pussy, filling her insides up with his virile sperm, his jizz being unleashed over every fold and inch of her soft love tunnel.

  The two of them were locked together in place as orgasmic heaven baptized the two of them in pleasure, Cheryl shaking in place as moans weakly poured from her lips as Marlon sighed in satisfaction, his harem expanded again.

  This was the feeling he’d needed, the feeling he’d missed. Conquering Katie had given him the spark to go on, now Cheryl had helped to reignite that feeling.

  He got the ring to conquer his girlfriend but that is no longer enough. If he could truly have any woman he wanted them would three really be enough for him? He was a man who had become greedy. He was a man who wanted more.

  Everyone Can’t Say No!