Introducing Osiris Ankh, the hypnotist's trigger word

The Trigger – "Osiris Ankh"

Stefano shifted closer, his knee brushing against Rebecca’s thigh. She didn’t pull away.

"Tell me, Rebecca," he murmured, the middle-aged man's deep baritone dripping with false casualness, "do you believe in the power of words?"

She snorted. "What, like magic spells?"

"Something like that." His fingers traced idle patterns on the couch between them, his gaze never leaving hers. "Certain phrases can unlock things inside us. Hidden desires. Buried instincts."

Rebecca’s luscious red lips parted slightly, her breath hitching just a fraction. "You’re so weird today, Dad."

Stefano smirked. "Humor me. I want to try something."

She exhaled dramatically but nodded. "Fine. But if you make me bark like a dog, I’m kicking your ass."

He laughed, but the sinful father's hazel eyes darkened. "When I say ‘Osiris Ankh,’ you’ll feel a rush of warmth between your legs, darling. Osiris. A deep, aching... Ankh... need. Focus, Rebecca... "

Rebecca blinked. "Wha—?"

"Osiris Ankh."

The effect was immediate.

"O-Ohmygod!!"

The redhead vixen's breath hitched. Her toned thighs pressed together as the hypnotic hold tightened. A flush crept up his daughter's slender neck, staining her pale cheeks a delicious pink.

"P-Papa…" Her erotic contralto was a whisper, shaky, needy.

Stefano’s cock throbbed.

It worked.

The First Touch – Testing Her Limits

Rebecca squirmed, her fingers digging into the couch cushions. The trigger had taken root, and now her body was betraying her, heat pooling low in her belly. Stefano watched, fascinated, as her nipples pebbled beneath the thin fabric of her jersey.

Perfect.

He reached out, his rough fingers accidentally brushing the inside of her thigh.

Rebecca gasped.

"Nnnngh!!"

But she didn’t pull away.

Stefano let his hand linger, his thumb tracing slow circles just above her knee. "You feel that, don’t you?" he murmured. "The warmth... The need."

Rebecca bit her lip, the young woman's chest rising and falling rapidly. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Liar.

His fingers drifted higher, just a fraction. "Your body knows. It's much more honest than you, sweetie."

She whimpered.

"Hmmmm..."

Stefano’s pulse roared in his ears. He could smell her arousal now—sweet, musky, virgin. The ring burned against the middle-aged man's tanned skin, urging him forward.

"Tell me to stop," he challenged, his deep baritone rough with unquenched lust.

Rebecca’s breath shuddered.

"Nnngh!!"

The slender beauty's green eyes locked onto his, wide, conflicted. Torn between the Osiris Ring's corruption and the last shreds of reason gnawed at by her father's hypnotic leash.

"Huu..."

She didn’t say a word.

The Unspoken Permission – Crossing the Line

Stefano’s hand slid higher, the sinful father's rough fingers skimming the hem of her shorts. Rebecca’s toned thighs trembled against his corrupt touch, but she didn’t push him away.

"Hmmmm..."

She wanted this.

His thumb dipped beneath the fabric, brushing the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"Fuck..."

She was drenched!

"D-Dad…" The redhead vixen's soft contralto was a broken whisper.

Stefano leaned in, his lips grazing her ear. "Osiris Ankh."

Rebecca moaned.

"O-Ohmygod!!"

His daughter's back arched as the hypnotic command sank in, her wide hips lifting just slightly, begging for more. Stefano’s rough fingers inched higher, teasing, torturing.

"You’re so wet already, aren’t you?" he growled.

Rebecca’s breath hitched. The pale beauty's lithe fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, clinging to her father's every touch.

"I-I need this... dad, m-more!!"

The slender vixen was ripe for the taking, she just needed a little push.