Hypnotized by the Billionaire (3 page)

“Please,” I breathed as Cass’s mouth grazed mine, her tongue flicking into my mouth as I let the word escape my lips for a second time. “Please.”

“You aren’t to come yet,” Donovan’s voice said from behind Cass. Her hands worked at my pussy harder, grinding into me, reaching into me further, pushing me hard. My hips bucked and my clit felt swollen as Cass’s fingers fondled my folds, forcing me to gasp and bite my tongue in an effort to stop the wave of orgasm that threatened to crash over me like a wet tidal wave.

Roughly, I felt Cass being pulled away from me, and suddenly the hands on my shoulders were harder and heavier. I opened my eyes to see Donovan had replaced her, a stern look on his face.

“Cass did her job and she did it well -- she’ll be rewarded later; a good owner always treats his pets right. Do you know what I’m going to do now, Lydia?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

“I’m going to fuck you. Then I’m going to decide if you’ve done a good job of being fucked. Then if you’ve done a good job, I’m going to lead you through Trance and let the others here decide if they’d like to fuck you too. You want to be fucked and used and they want to fuck and use you. I’ve made quite certain of that in my running of the place. I’m quite a shrewd businessman, particularly when it comes to picking people who want to be fucked. And you, Lydia, want to be fucked.”

I nodded. My cunt was begging for his cock, and I strained against the shackles holding my arms in place, yearning for his body to thrust itself into mine, to fuck me raw. “Fuck me and use me, fuck me and use me, oh god please fuck me and use me,” I moaned, and Donovan unbuckled his belt, letting the leather slide through the loopholes of his pants and then slipped it around my waist, pulling on each end so that my body was tugged hard towards his. His cock was huge and hard and I gasped as he began to fuck me, hard, methodically using the leather belt to rock my body into his as he thrust into me, filling me with his bulging member. Pleasure rippled through my body and I wanted to scream, but held my tongue.

“You’re a dirty slut now, aren’t you?” he said, his voice hard and full of hot pleasure in my ear.

“I’m a dirty fucking slut, I’m yours,” I replied, my hips rocking into his, trying to thrust him deeper inside me. I felt out of my mind with desire. I needed him. I needed his cock. I was a dirty slut and I wanted this incident to last forever, he could tie me up and keep me in Trance for the rest of my life if it would always feel this good. He could keep me here, his pet, for his own amusement. His body leaned heavily against mine and the stone wall behind me was cold on my bare back. Tendrils of my hair caught on the rough wall, pulling like so many small needles in my scalp. His hands, too, were moving down my hips, smacking my ass hard. Once, then twice, he let his hand fall sharply on my ass, leaving a wake of slicing pain behind.

Then he was coming hard into me, his body convulsing as he pumped hard, his breath hot on my neck, then his teeth biting into my lips. I couldn’t help it and thrust my hips further, arching my back as the orgasm that I had forced off finally took over.

For a moment, I let my weight sag and my body hung from my wrists, limp, exhausted, and thoroughly fucked. Donovan took a step back and surveyed me where I was still bound, available for whatever he deemed perfect for me next.

It took a long moment of heady silence before he gave a short nod. “Good. You were a very good little slut.”

“I am a good slut,” I agreed, and this time it was my turn to grin wickedly. “Are you going to let them fuck me the way I deserve?”

Cass peeked around from behind Donovan. “I think we should,” she agreed, casting a glance to him. She smiled, her lipstick slightly smeared, adorable, sexy, hot as hell. How had I never noticed before? All those lunches we spent together and never once I had imagined her fucking me while I was bound and bare. It was sort of a pity it had taken this long for it to happen.

“Are you ready to becoming a permanent one of my pets?” Donovan asked as he worked to unlock first one wrist and then the other, though he kept a firm grasp of my body even after I was untied so that I still was immobile. My pencil skirt and panties still lay on the floor by my feet.

“I’ll be your pet here forever,” I replied. “Only, am I allowed to pick up my clothes?”

A frown cross Donovan’s face, but I shook my head to clarify. “I only meant, may I put on my skirt because it turns me on when people rip it off me.” It was something I never would have admitted to anyone before -- I had never been so forthright with my sexual desires before, but now that I’d been fucked by Cass and Donovan while chained in a club, it seemed silly to feel bashful now. Particularly if I was to become this billionaire’s permanent pet.

“That’s more like it,” he said. “You learn fast.”

“I do learn fast,” I confirmed, and I leaned over to slowly pick up my skirt while pointing my ass in the air cheekily. “Now, what happens to me next?” I straightened.

As he led me through Trance, I knew my new life as the billionaire’s pet had just begun. Whatever he had in store for me -- and for Cass - was sure to be better than the work lying undone in my cubicle. It felt as though I were in a trance, and not just the club itself, but an actual trance. I thought back to the incidents that had been the hushed gossip around the office before. Yes, they all made some mention of people acting as though they had been turned magically into something else, hypnotised, even.

That had to be it. It all started to make sense. The heady perfume that Donovan wore, the way it seemed to be everywhere he was -- it had to be some sort of drug.

And yet. Even though the club smelled just like it, how could all of these people be his? What if it was nothing more than him suggesting things he knew I wanted anyway, deep down inside? Maybe the perfume he used was just something to make everyone a little more suggestive. I remembered reading somewhere that hypnotism only worked if the person being hypnotised wanted to be hypnotised. That the suggestions given would only really work if the person was secretly wanting them to.

Donovan tugged on my arm a little, leading to a larger crowd, back where the woman with hazel eyes had been tied to a wall. Truly, it didn’t matter. My pussy was getting wet again and I was ready to find out how I was going to be used next. I wanted it. That was all I knew, now. I wanted it bad, and maybe, just maybe, I had been the lucky one in the office tonight, and not all the other people who had dutifully gone home for the evening. There was the woman with hazel eyes again. She had been moved to a cage and her breasts were pert against the bars as I drew near her. Whatever Donovan had in store, I knew I wanted it. All he had to do was suggest and I would obey. He’d mentioned I might need a good flogging earlier -- perhaps I would suggest it myself.

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