Third Time's The Charm

Jack is sitting on the edge of his bed, still in jeans and a t-shirt and facing me as I enter. His eyes rake my body, and another thrill of anticipation rushes through me as his eyes return to mine, drawn to Amy's makeup masterclass. His jaw drops a little, and he leans back to get a better view. Good sign.

Biting my lip, I shut the door behind me and sway towards him. His hands go to my hips as I straddle his lap, my face inches from his. I look down at him with a sparkle in my eye and dangle the condoms between us.

His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to say something, but I lean in and press my lips to his before any words can escape. After a split-second of tensing, he relaxes into the kiss, and I slip my tongue into his mouth. He starts, but soon his tongue is battling mine, if a little clumsily. Something tells me he hasn't done a lot of making out before, but I don't mind. It's cute.

Dropping the condoms, my hands go to his shirt and start lifting it up his chest. We stop kissing for long enough for me to take it off and admire his muscles quickly, and then I have to admire them with only my hands because our mouths are locked together again. God, how did he get so ripped without anyone noticing?

With a hand on his chest, I push him so that he's lying on his back. Grinning, I unclip my bra and throw it to the floor, and his eyes snap to my perky boobs as they jiggle slightly. Slowly, I take his hands and guide them upwards. His finger brushes my nipple, and I gasp as a jolt of pleasure runs through me.

Softly, I squeeze his hands around my breasts, shuddering with anticipation. When I let go, he continues kneading them, sending pleasure rippling through my body. I bite my lip, grinding myself into his lap. This is driving me crazy.

As he gently pinches my nipples, making me moan sharply, I scrabble for his belt and undo it in a couple of quick yanks. Before I can undo his jeans, though, his eyes flash and his hands clamp down on my wrists like vices. I struggle, but he pries me away as easily as brushing a cobweb aside. I laugh hungrily and lean down for another kiss, my pussy aching for him.

His hands return to my boobs, and I moan into the kiss. I'm **** for his cock, now. I reach back down and tease his fly down, but this time he pulls back from the kiss. "Not tonight," he growls. His voice sends shivers up my spine.

"But I want to fuck," I breathe in his ear. I feel his cock respond beneath me, twitching against his jeans, but he shakes his head.

Then, without warning, Jack snaps his fingers. "Blank."

SNAP

I go still on top of him, mind empty and eyes blank. Yes, some distant part of me thinks. Make me your ****.

"Good girl, Alicia. Already so deep in trance for me. No thoughts except my words. Ready to obey," he whispers in my ear. His hands trace down my body and squeeze my ass, but I don't react. "Relax for me. Let yourself sink deeper. Deeper into this mindless, obedient state. Blank."

SNAP

The fog in my brain thickens, and suddenly it's impossible to think. I'm so relaxed, so utterly empty, so trapped in this feeling of bliss. I never want to leave.

"I'm going to wake you from trance in a moment. When you wake, your arousal will be so great that every time I touch you, pleasure will overwhelm you. Your entire body will feel like one big nerve center." He pauses. "More than that, the sensation will leave you unable to think about getting into my pants. You will only be focused on your own pleasure. Understand?"

"Yes." He starts tracing a finger up my thigh, and I shudder, already feeling the effect of his suggestion. Pleasure courses through me.

"Good. Now, wake."

SNAP

I gasp, the drag of his fingertip across my smooth, shaven skin leaving sparks of electricity in its wake. Then I arch my back as his other hand squeezes my ass, and my whole body erupts in ecstasy. "Nng, holy shit!" I moan, trembling on top of him. All thoughts of getting his jeans off are forgotten, replaced only with the need to be touched.

His hand moves to the back of my neck, and I throw my head back as the nerves light up, but he's not done. Pulling me down, he lays a kiss on my lips, and I groan with pleasure. It's as if a thousand tiny syringes just injected heroin around my mouth. Or at least, I assume, given that I've never done heroin. It's so good I have trouble staying conscious.

"Take off your panties," he whispers in my ear.

Even though I'm not in trance, right now I'll do whatever he says. I stagger to my feet, relieved at the brief respite from his touch, and whip my panties down my legs. They come away dripping.

Eyeing the gap between my legs, he grins and gets to his feet. I tremble at how close he is, then nearly faint when he takes my hip with one hand and my mouth with his lips. My knees quiver, and he pushes me against the wall to keep me steady. The wood paneling is cold against my skin, in sharp contrast to the fire coursing through me right now. I wrap my hands around him, unable to get enough.

Then his other hand appears on my inner thigh, lightly tracing his nails along my skin. I moan into his mouth, pleasure flooding my brain. He doesn't stop as he moves around the curve of my thigh and inwards, to begin circling my lower lips. I melt into his arms. I can't take this anymore. It feels so fucking good.

And then his fingertip brushes my clit.

I can't control myself. His touch sends me over the edge, and my knees buckle as an orgasm wracks my body. My mouth locks in a silent scream of pleasure, and I sink to the floor, quaking and gasping.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" Jack asks, crouching down next to me and turning my face to his. The touch of his fingers on my cheek makes me moan.

"I just came," I manage to say. "Stop touching ... Gimme a sec ..."

He quickly pulls back, eyes wide. After a moment, I grin up at him, still breathing heavily. "That was ... Holy shit ... That was one hell of an orgasm," I pant.

A warm, genuine smile spreads across his face. "Seriously?"

I nod, pushing myself slowly to my feet. "Seriously." My arm brushes his, and another jolt of pleasure courses through me. God, I want more. I kiss him, moaning as my nerves light on fire, then push past him and crawl onto the bed. Glancing over my shoulder, I wiggle my ass, my pussy dripping onto the covers. "Let's see if you can top it."

Jack smirks and advances towards me.

I lose track of the number of orgasms I've had after about four or five. I know I came from when he slipped a finger inside my pussy, and I know I came again when he had to cover my mouth to stifle the scream of pleasure. After that, it's all a little hazy. When I finally beg him to stop, I'm drenched in sweat, my body aches from all the twitching and quivering, and I've got cramp in my jaw from clenching it to muffle my moans.

My mind feels like a mirror that's been shattered and pieced back together fifty times.

Before I pass out, Jack hypnotizes me again and reverses the suggestion that made me ultra-sensitive, for which I am eternally grateful. I think if I had tried to fall asleep in his arms with that still there, I would have had a heart attack. Instead, I'm out before my head even hits the pillow.

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