Romans & histoires Hypnosis Fanfiction

Ace, with the supervision of Deidre and Sebastian, performed hypnosis to uncover some unsavory details. Raina’s cognac eyes met his and Kian’s heart twisted. How would she feel if she found out she could’ve put a stop all of it if she had just come clean all those years ago? If she had just bravely stood before him and let the natural process take effect, she would’ve been Luna.

“Just help me keep up the lie. Please pretend I’m the CEO and you’re my employee in front of Linda. “Just this once, please! “You know my dad’s health isn’t good. All he’s ever wanted is for me to find a girlfriend and settle down. “Linda is a good woman. She’s been good to me. I really want this relationship to work. “If she finds out I’m just a driver, she’ll definitely leave me. “Miss Silva, please, for my father’s sake, and for everything he did for you over those six years, please help me one more time. “Just this once! I swear I’ll do my job properly from now on. I’ll never be late again, and I’ll never bring her into your car again. I’ll do whatever you ask.” He kept his voice so low

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

Every movement, every soft sound he made, every shiver he had pulled me further into him, until I wasn’t just in charge—I was a part of the hunger too, caught in the force of something I barely understood. Hours later, when I finally lay back on the couch, tired and buzzing with excitement, Reed resting against me with his red eyes glowing softly in the dark, I understood the danger of what had started. This was not a normal connection. This was something alive, powerful, and completely all-consuming.

He used to be so deeply in love with me, but now, he was erasing the memories between us. The potion began to take effect, and I started to lose consciousness. The world around me was gradually fading. "Lydia? Lydia! Wake up! I…" I heard my inner wolf calling me anxiously, but its voice became increasingly faint until I could no longer hear it. "I love you, Lydia." Caspian's voice rang out from afar, tinged with anxiety and affection. I tried my best to open my eyes. Through my blurry vision, I seemed to see his anxious face.

he snarled softly, “but I can smell your arousal. I can feel how drenched your pussy is for me, my darling River.” My breath hitched. I hated how weak I was in his arms. Hated how every word from him only made my body thrum with more desire. I was entranced—caught in the dangerous pull of the mate bond, too powerless to resist him. His hand moved up, strong sturdy fingers, and wrapped gently but firmly around my neck, tilting my face up to meet his. My pulse hammered beneath his touch, his gaze. “Kiss me,” I breathed, almost like a plea, though I hated myself for it.

A constant, low-level ache built between her legs, but she smiled and chatted normally, laughing at Ryan’s jokes like always. Inside her innocent mind, the hypno app had already taken root. The real fun — the public edging, the uncontrollable squirting, the slow corruption into his perfect stepsister fucktoy — was only just beginning. Ryan watched her squirm subtly on the couch and smiled to himself. Soon, little sis. Very soon.

Don’t be weak, the bedazzled diva in my brain whispers frantically. “That’s okay.” His voice is a low, haunting growl. “I can show you. Come here.” For a moment, I can swear I’m hypnotized. My body, soul and mind is attuned to Bhyron’s every word. It’s like a magnetic pull. I’m trapped. “No. N-No…” His eyes are half shut, his voice is a p**n star’s dream; “I said come here, Amani.” My brain screams at me to break down that door and run as fast as I can away from this man, but my stupid feet shuffle towards Bhyron until I’m kneeling before him, between his thighs, completely at his mercy.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed. His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples. He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him. He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”