Hypnosis Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

“We need to know if your obsession can be directed or redirected. She will wear your wife's things and you will try to get on with her. If you get it on, then you can direct your affection to her while pretending that she is your wife.” I raised my brows in contempt. Did she really think I hadn't tried that? “If that doesn't work, then, we may have to go deeper.” Not knowing what to say, I watched as Sophia gave the girl some instructions. Sophia led me into self-hypnosis again. Once Katalina came into the picture, I was expected to sit still while Pear gave me body worship. And while she was doing it, I was supposed to try to turn her into Katalina in my head.

Within moments, it was over, the whimpering beast sliding off of her, and she off of it, the knife clattering to the floor, a coda. The hole Dianna had managed to inflict upon herself during the struggle was in the abdomen, very near the spot where I had plunged the knife into the man who would become for me, for Felicia, for whoever wanted to play the game, the elephant man. In the end only Kristin had been undeceived, though she’d tried. Tried so very hard. I don’t know whether it was the thought of her or the experience of Dianna’s face as its eyes turned from ice-blue to brown, its agonized expression to an advised one, that caused me to suddenly awaken from my hypnosis, realizing what I

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.

I dragged my lazy ass to help him. "I will be the helper," I announced, reaching out for the knife. Our fingers brushed, sending wild tremors inside my body. I was sure my pupils diluted, and my cheeks flushed red. I gulped hard, my eyes instinctively settling on his lips. I gasped for air, wanting to break free of his hypnosis. But he was good. Damn good. I found myself drowning in those dark pools of eyes, losing myself bit by bit, my body aching all over to have another physical contact.

It’s true, my body barely responds to my commands and I’m breathing hard. “You’re hopeless...stop the war while you have time.” “No way, you’ve already stolen a valuable pawn from me.” “Darren’s brother is not a pawn.” “For me yes, but now...” I don’t even see him, and finally, I have him in front of me, a breath away from my lips. “Nicolette, you love me now and you will marry me.” My heart beats slower and my mind is blank. “I have been looking forward to this opportunity, after your weakening, my powers are more effective on you. Now come and kiss me.” He said again with her hypnosis way.

He unzipped his slacks, freed his cock, and rubbed the head through her soaked entrance—teasing, not entering. “Please,” she whispered. “Please what?” “Please fuck me, Sir.” He thrust in hard, burying himself in one stroke. The vibrator buzzed inside her, his cock stretching her around it, the dual sensation overwhelming. He fucked her steadily—deep, controlled strokes—while he held the remote in one hand, varying the intensity at random. Low hum to sharp pulses that made her sob. His other hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not squeezing, just holding, thumb stroking her pulse.

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target. I stared at his fake, affectionate face. At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind. Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away. I was going to make him fail his mission. I wanted him dead! The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open. My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red. “Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

“Besides. We’re kind of the main characters at this point.” “Great,” I said flatly. “Main characters in an unedited fever dream.” Colby wiggled his eyebrows. “At least fever dreams are never boring.” I nodded. “Right? Last one I had involved a centaur, a kazoo, and a haunted vending machine.” Matt gave him a look. “You tell that story like it’s not real.” “It felt real,” Jesse said with mock solemnity. “Too real.” I groaned. “This is what I’m talking about. Spiritborn drops cryptic horror, and you all act like we’re on summer vacation.”

His tone was firm. His presence choked me with desires. I looked away, but he gently raised my chin, causing me to stare back at me. My heart raced—maybe from him, maybe to him; I just knew it raced. I wanted to step back, but I moved forward too, our bodies mere inches apart. "Sophie, our cab is waiting.” Romi’s voice, like a savior, snapped me out of his hypnosis. I quickly stepped back. “None. My cab is already waiting for me.”