One condition

"On one condition,” she said, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument. She stepped closer, her finger jabbing into his chest. “This is a one-time thing. A single performance. After that, it’s over. We never speak of it again. And you are mine. All mine. You look at me, you touch me, you think of me. Do you understand me? If I even *think* you’re looking at another woman with that idea in your head, I will burn this whole thing to the ground. I will make you regret the day you ever learned the word hypnosis. Are we clear?”

He swallowed, nodding vigorously, a mix of elation and fear coursing through him. “Crystal. I swear, Sara. Just you. Always.”

A slow, predatory smile returned to her lips, but this time it was different. It was the smile of someone who had just negotiated a devil’s bargain and knew she had gotten the better end of the deal. “Good,” she purred, her hand sliding from his chest down to his stomach, her touch reigniting the fire between them. “Because I’m going to give you a night you’ll never forget. And when it’s over, you’re going to be so completely, utterly mine, you won’t even remember what it was like to want anything else.”

The decision hung in the air, a toxic promise. Dejan’s mind raced, sifting through Sara’s friends, discarding them one by one until he landed on the perfect candidate. “Clara,” he said, the name tasting like victory on his tongue. “Your friend Clara. The one with the… you know.” He made a curving gesture in front of his chest.

Sara’s jaw tightened, a flicker of the old jealousy sparking in her eyes, but it was quickly extinguished by the resolve to see this through. “Clara,” she repeated, her voice flat. “Fine. I’ll call her. I’ll tell her your ‘relaxation technique’ worked wonders for my interview stress and that she just has to try it.”

The trap was set. Two days later, Clara was sitting in their living room, a vibrant splash of color in their muted space. She was exactly as Dejan had fantasized: a curvaceous, bubbly Latina with a cascade of dark curls, a laugh that filled the room, and a body that strained against the fabric of her sundress. Her massive breasts and round, full ass were a testament to a kind of fertility that made Dejan’s mouth water.

“Sara, I’m so glad this is helping you!” Clara chirped, her eyes bright with genuine concern. “I’ve been so stressed with work, I’m willing to try anything.”

“It’s amazing, Clara, really,” Sara said, her voice a perfect imitation of serene gratitude, though her eyes were cold as she looked at Dejan. “Just listen to him. He has a very… soothing voice.”

Dejan smiled, leaning forward. “Alright, Clara. Just get comfortable. Close your eyes, and listen to the sound of my voice…” He began the induction, the same rhythmic cadence he’d used on Sara, watching as Clara’s breathing deepened and her body went slack. Her head lolled to the side, her lips parted slightly.