I floated in the darkness, surrounded by flickering, floating lights. Somewhere, some corner of my mind knew that I was actually still sitting at Caleb’s table, staring into the flame. Part of me knew I was actually hunched forward, eyes narrowed to slits of white, mouth hanging open with a thin line of drool, absorbing all Caleb’s words. But that awareness felt like a distant dream, like it didn’t matter at all. 

All that mattered was floating and sleeping and obeying. 

“I obey,” my own voice said, though it sounded like it came from somewhere else. “I obey, I obey,” the mumbling voice repeated. Then came more silence as the gentle warmth of trance washed over me like a tender caress. I knew that each repetition would take me deeper, further under Caleb’s spell. I hesitated for a moment. I knew that if I gave in, he could make me do anything, I would be his. That did scare me a little, but my memories of Caleb gave me confidence. At every turn he had just given me more reason to trust him. He even respected my boundaries when I didn’t respect them myself. 

So I let go. 

I floated to the chorus of my own song of surrender and the careful whisper of Caleb’s suggestions. I didn’t need to remember them. I only needed to obey. Letting his voice in felt so wonderful, like he was already deep inside of me, like we were profoundly, intimately connected in a way I could never have imagined. He was a part of me, his words were part of my thoughts. I could have stayed that way forever. 

“And awake,” Caleb’s voice commanded. 

I sat up and my eyes shot open, instantly darting to Caleb’s. I could see the hunger in them and  knew instinctively it was all for me. I wanted more. I needed more. I stumbled to my feet, groggily finding my balance as if my body belonged to someone else and I was only just trying it on.

“What are you doing Annie?” he asked in a tone that said he knew what I was doing better than I did. 

“Putting on a show for you,” I answered in a breathy whisper. I made my way around the table, swaying my hips like I didn’t even know I could. He pushed his chair back so I could stand in front of him. I came to a stop and let the rhythm of my gyrations climb from my hips to the rest of my body. After a few pounding heartbeats, I was dancing in front of him, rolling my shoulders in time with a beat that only I could hear. One shoulder strap fell down and I mimed a scandalized gasp, before letting the other join it. My fingertips teased the edge of my top as my body shimmied and swayed. I turned my back to him and pulled the top over my head, tossing it heedlessly into the living room. Keeping my back turned, I rocked from side to side, fingers unhooking my lacy, white bra. As the clasp opened, the bra fell forward and I cupped it in my hands, clutching it like my last shred of modesty. Who was I? What was I doing? I never did things like this. I could barely look in a mirror without finding some flaw, and here I was flaunting everything I had for Caleb like an honest to goodness stripper. But as I turned back around, the fire in his eyes sent all my doubts up in smoke. This is exactly who I was supposed to be, confident and sexy and so fucking wet. With a mischievous smirk, I slowly released the bra till it dangled precariously between just my thumb and forefinger, before I let it go. 

Then he was on me, his hands gripping the small of my back and pulling me towards him. I didn’t resist, I could never. I could only obey. So I let our bodies collide. Instinctively, my legs jumped up and wrapped themselves around him, ankles locking in place. Then his hands were on my ass, holding me up like I was weightless. Caleb spun us around until my back pressed up against the wall. Our lips crashed together, the flame of his desire pouring from his mouth into mine. I arched my back to send the tips of my breasts up against his chest. The feeling of his fingers on my flesh and the relentless strokes of his tongue stole all my thoughts. The only thing in my mind was raw, primal need. 

When he finally came up for air, I gasped out a few words. “I can’t even think when I’m around you.”

“Good.” Then his lips were back on mine, sending waves of heat cascading down my spine. I pushed against the wall for leverage so I could grind my hips against his, making Caleb moan into my mouth.

“Fuck, Caleb,” I managed to say between ragged gasps.  “I want you so bad.”

“Then beg,” he answered with a confidence unshaken by his own heaving breath. 

Part of me would have complained about that, would have said it was wrong to beg your partner for anything, but that part was deeply asleep. This version of me would do anything to make Caleb mine. So after a moment’s pause, I threw myself into it. “Please, sir. I want you so bad.”

“I dunno,” he teased, just throwing more fuel on the fire. 

“Please sir, I need it. I need you,” I whimpered. 

“What would you do for me?”

“Anything, anything at all.” Then Caitlyn’s words leapt unbidden to my lips. “I’ll be such a good little hypno-slut for you.”

That broke him. 

Without another word, he claimed my lips again. He leaned back, lifting me off the wall, and started carrying me to his bed. We slammed down against the mattress. The box spring released a loud creek of protest, but neither of us cared. Caleb reared up and threw his shirt off in one smooth motion. I thought he had hypnotized me all over again as I stared at the exposed muscle of his chest. The dim light sent long shadows running down all the grooves and valleys of his physique. As he came back down over me, my hand automatically reached up and began roaming across him.  

Still I could feel a tugging sensation in my mind. I needed to show off for him. I needed to be naked for him, but he was on top of me. “Please sir, take the rest of my clothes. I need you to see all of me.” I released him, so he could strip away the last of my modesty. 

He obliged with fervor, hands running down the buttons of my skirt. Before I knew it, the denim fabric fell away, leaving me in just my already soaked, white panties. As his calloused fingers brushed under the elastic, he paused. “You sure you want this?”

“Don’t you dare stop now, Caleb,” I panted. 

“Just had to be sure.” 

My panties went flying into the darkness, and a jolt of pleasure racked my whole body. That tugging feeling gave way to a tide of pure ecstasy. My back bowed as all the air in my lungs escaped in a guttural moan. “Why did that feel so good?”

He grinned and slid his fingers into me. “Because you obeyed and that deserves a reward.”

“Oh-oh-obey. I want to obey more. Please give me something to do, sir. Please, I want to feel that again.”

“I want you to stroke me,” he said, gentle but firm.

“Yes, sir.” My hands flew to his belt, fumbling with the buckle, but still working it free. “These are coming off now.” 

He stood up so I could pull down his pants, which I did slowly, working the fabric down his legs as I fell to my knees. His desire was making him strain at his boxers, pulling at the fabric, like a wild beast desperate to break free. With a simple motion, I freed it from its bindings. Then I was face to face with it, his manhood reaching out towards me. I scarcely had a moment to examine it before my hands sprung into action as if possessed, stroking up and down his length. Every motion of my wrist sent another wave of pleasure ebbing and flowing through me. “Oooh, touching you feels so good.”

He tried to maintain his composure, but I could see his posture stiffen and his hips tighten under my touch. “It feels fucking amazing, Annie. You’re amazing.”

Crimson flushed through my cheeks and down my chest. “Thank you, sir.” His manhood twitched in response, stiffening and lengthening even more. 

“I can’t wait any longer, Annie. Get on your back,” he ordered.

Obedience was already becoming second nature to me. I rose and flung myself backwards onto his massive bed, spreading my legs as wide as my narrow hips would allow. As the silken fabric touched my bare skin, it radiated heat into me, another reward for doing as I was told. “Like this?”

He pulled a condom from the bedside table and applied it before clambering over me. “Almost,” he answered with another grin. He gripped my hips, tilting them for a better angle. Then the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. Every faint touch sent a cascade of sparks running through me. 

“I need you to fuck me,” I said, as my hips rocked in the air. 

“Say please.”

This time I had no hesitation about begging. “Please, sir. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me.”

He took one hand to my entrance, and gently guided his head inside. He started slowly at first, but after a few experimental thrusts, he pressed down into me with his full weight and I answered with a whimpering mewl. My arms reached up out of instinct, trying to pull him even deeper. I grabbed and clawed at his back with my nails. He let out a low moan of his own. Finally I managed to roll my hips perfectly in time with his rhythm, and it felt just fucking perfect. 

The whole bed shook under the force of our combined lust, but neither of us slowed down. The seismic motion of our hips carried all the way through the creaking floor boards. Even the bookcases started rocking in time with us, like the whole world was bending and shaking around the gravity of our need for each other. A few of the little Shoguns tumbled down from their shelf.

“Your models . . .” I started to say, but before I could finish the sentence Caleb claimed my mouth again and the words dissolved into another moan. 

“I can’t. . . I can’t take much more,” I said between ragged gasps. 

“That’s good. But you can’t come without my permission.” He lifted one hand from the mattress long enough to snap beside my head. 

I wasn’t sure why he bothered snapping. Obviously I couldn’t come without his permission. Even though this was our first time, it felt like the most natural thing in the world that he would have that control over me. “Yes sir. Please, sir, can I cum for you?” I whined. 

“Fuck, I was going to tease you more, but you’re too damn beautiful like this.” He held his fingers next to my ear, as if pausing for effect. My frantic eyes met the focused hunger of his for a heartbeat and then he snapped. “Cum for me.”

I obeyed. 

The heat poured out of me. Every inch of my skin burned with pleasure. My rhythm broke as the movement of my hips devolved into short, stuttering spasms. My eyes rolled back in my head as the raw feeling overwhelmed me completely. When the bonfire between my legs finally settled down to a soft glow, I opened my eyes. All I could see was Caleb, silhouetted above me, blocking out the rest of the world, and in that moment, I knew he was mine. “Thank you,” I finally managed to say. 

“Oh, I’m not done yet.” He picked up his pace and resumed thrusting into me. Despite barely catching my breath, I managed to find the rhythm again and match his lead. Beads of sweat dripped down his chest and onto mine, but they only made it hotter. “You cum whenever I cum.” another crisp snap in my ear. Of course, I would cum if he did. Nothing could be hotter than knowing how much he wanted me. 

“Wrap your legs around mine,” he said, trying to sound firm through his own ragged breath. 

“Yes, sir.” I hooked my knees in the crook of his and pulled him deeper into me. Oh fuck, why hadn’t I thought to do that earlier?

He groaned as he gave a slow, deliberate thrust and then another and then Caleb unraveled above me. He buried his face in my shoulder. His whole body trembled as he lost control and I lost mine alongside him. As soon as I felt him cum, I couldn’t help but follow, our voices blending together. When he finally lifted his head and stared into my eyes, the look he gave me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, so full of tenderness and care. 

Caleb rolled off of me, quickly dumping the condom in the trash. Then he turned back, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around me. I snuggled up against his chest. Even the tickling of his chest hair couldn't distract me from the cloud of pure bliss hanging over me. We stayed like that for a long time. 

I was finally the one to speak. “I see why you like that.”  We both laughed for a while. 

“Blending hypnosis with sex does have a few perks.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” I said with another laugh. “I think we knocked over some of your Shoguns.”

“Now you’re just calling them that on purpose.”

“Maybee,” I teased, nestling closer to him. 

“We can deal with it in the morning. Dishes too. I’m not about to leave this bed.”

“The morning? So you’re just assuming I’m staying over then.”

“Oh? I mean you don’t have to. I just kind of figured, since you know. . .”

“I’d like that.” I cut him off. “I’m not about to leave this bed either.”