Hypnotized Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"YOU DID what?" exclaimed Matt during lunch. Jake explained to them how he used the book to hypnotize his brother. They; Matt, Gabriel, Julia and Jake, were all seated at a table next to a window overlooking the Barnstable High's football yard. "I'm serious, guys," Jake went on, "it was like his own mind had snapped leaving him with no choice but to..." "Smack himself in the face!" Gabriel finished, "you could've done better than that."

She squatted in front of me, pressed her phone a few seconds, then grabbed my chin before turning the screen to my face. "Then fucking explain this, bitch!" I froze, my eyes widening. It was a picture of Jason and I in the arena yesterday. Someone took it secretly. The camera angle made Jason's face so close to me as if we were about to kiss. Fuck! I'm cooked! "What were you two doing? Kissing?" "No... No... You are getting it all..." My ear rang and my face burned as her hand swung across my face again, leaving a hot slap on my cheek.

If you really can't figure things out, just give the universe the middle finger and say, "Go to hell!" Our little Nina has already endured too much suffering. Now it's time for her to be a free and carefree wealthy woman in beautiful Switzerland with nine billion dollars. Of course, if one day you feel homesick and want to return, go back bravely. Because I've already had Lucas sent to Siberia to work in the mines, haha! "Three! Two! One... Hypnosis ends. Miss Jackson, you can open your eyes now." "Tell me, who are you?"

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.

Was this… jealousy? I was brought back from my thoughts to reality by a quiet whimper next to me. I turned to my side as discreetly as I could to see Freya completely hypnotized by the trio’s performance. Freya was clutching her pants, one hand on each side, as if she were grabbing her pockets, like someone who’s nervous or tense. Her eyes locked to the action in front of her. Her thighs subtly squeezing together, then releasing, and squeezing again. “I can’t hold it,” warned the buff guy.

“He only posted a video of me leaving? He should have posted the video of me flipping his massive, over-privileged body over my shoulder. I guess the golden boy is too embarrassed to let the world see him get humbled.” ”You flipped Saxton Vance?!” Jessica clutched her head in her hands, her voice hitting a high pitch. ”Are you insane?! His fangirls are literal feral demons, Sarah! They will come after you now that Saxton has demanded to find you!” “Let them try. I am not afraid of his little fans, Jessica,” I hissed. “Both Saxton Vance and his psychotic fans can go straight to hell and rot.” ”Sarah, don’t mess with him!” Jessica pleaded, her voice tight with genuine fear. ”He’s not just some

KAZIEL She shuffles towards the headboard, her face turning red. And contrary to what she probably believes, the anger warring with her desire is turning me on. I watch her as I unbutton my pants, dragging the zipper down. She gasps, her throat working as she swallows hard. "Come here," I say and she shakes her head vehemently. Right. The hypnosis won't let her. That's fine. I'll do it myself. I grab her by the waist, and she fights hard, thrashing against my grip. Once I've moved her to the edge of the bed, she lies there, panting.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

Sounds pathetic now, because he wasn’t waiting, not like I was. My eyes flicker between his lips and his eyes, I can taste his breath, cool mint freshness…even his breath is cool. I’m standing at the edge of a volcano, the heat threatening to engulf me, to burn me…yet I can’t move, I’m hypnotised by the promise of danger…a twisted sense of excitement in the face of death. “Alpha?” I hadn’t even realised I had closed my eyes, until they snap back open, the aggressive knock on the office door waking me up from the hypnosis I was under.