Keep going

The bathroom was across the hall, where a grand staircase spiraled up to the second floor. I grabbed a stack of towels from a neatly folded pile in the bathroom, the scent of lavender detergent clinging to them, and returned to the fireplace room. The air hit me like a wave—thick with the musky tang of sex, undercut by the smoky warmth of the dying fire. The lion-skin rug gleamed in the flickering light, and the paneled walls seemed to absorb the heat, making the room feel like a cocoon of primal energy.

Lilith lay sprawled on the floor, her pale, youthful body glistening with sweat, her modest breasts rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. Her eyes were closed, her fingers moving lazily between her thighs, a soft, almost reverent rhythm compared to the frenzy from before. The sight of her—naked, ****, lost in her own world—sent a jolt through me. My cock, still impossibly large from whatever magic that hypnosis book had unleashed, twitched in response. My mind churned. This wasn’t just about lust anymore. There was something deeper, something dangerous, and I was teetering on the edge of it.

I stepped closer, my boots scuffing softly against the rug, and laid the towels on the floor beside her to soak up the mess. Offering my hand, I helped her up. Her eyes fluttered open, and a grin spread across her face, bright and unguarded, before she burst into laughter—a sound that danced on the edge of hysteria, raw and infectious. She threw her arms around me, her warm, slick skin pressing against mine, her laughter teetering into something almost tearful. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, her breath hot against my neck.

“No problem, Lilith,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “I think Orphelia’s doubts about hypnosis are long gone now.” My heart pounded, a mix of triumph and unease. I’d pushed her to a place I hadn’t expected, and the power was intoxicating—but what was I becoming?

She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on my chest, and looked directly into my eyes. Her gaze was piercing, unguarded, her makeup-streaked face glowing with an after-orgasm radiance. She patted my cheek gently, her touch surprisingly tender. “That was so much better than I ever imagined,” she said, her voice soft but fervent, a smile tugging at her lips.

I held her gaze, my mind racing. This was the moment to decide—step back or dive deeper. “Do you want me to leave you alone, to go back to being just a customer and cashier at the bookstore? Or do you want to keep going?”

“Keep going,” she said without hesitation, her voice firm, eyes burning with certainty.

My pulse quickened. “Are you sure? I mean, really sure, Lilith—with your whole heart?”

She sank to her knees before me, her pale body folding gracefully, her face inches from my now-soft, twenty-centimeter cock dangling heavily in the warm air. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and earnest, biting her lip with a hunger that made my breath catch. “Please,” she said, her voice trembling with conviction, “with my whole heart, keep going. I know I shouldn't maybe but deep in my heart I trust you” Her gaze flicked to my cock, her lips parting slightly, a flush creeping up her pale cheeks.

I gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet my eyes, forcing her to focus on me. My heart pounded, a mix of desire and urgency. “Lilith, if we do this, you have to tell me more about that book. I need answers. This—” I gestured to my groin, the unnatural size still surreal to me—“this isn’t physically possible. I didn’t have… this before. It’s those notes in the book. Who wrote them? How does this work?”

Her eyes softened, but a shadow of hesitation crossed her face. “I’ll tell you what I can. There’s someone… someone who can do this. That book isn’t the only one—there’s another. But I can’t tell you who they are or what’s behind it all.”

“Why not?” I pressed, my grip on her chin tightening slightly, though I kept my voice steady. The mystery of it gnawed at me, a puzzle I needed to solve.

“I can’t,” she said, her voice breaking with frustration. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I told you I’ve been hypnotized before… by someone else. Honestly? For a long time, I was… you could call it a ****. They were my master.” She paused, her eyes dropping, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I don’t remember much about them—just that fact. I know it sounds insane, but it’s better this way, trust me. I’m… I’m kind of broken, okay? Don’t think—God, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but don’t think I can be your girlfriend or anything normal like that. I’m not built for that. I can only do this… this sub-dom thing. I don’t know how to explain it…”

I sank into the armchair, the leather creaking under my weight, my mind reeling. She stayed on her knees before me, her pale skin catching the firelight, her body still radiating that post-orgasm glow. My cock stirred again, hardening slowly between us, brushing closer to her face. I wanted to be kind, to reassure her, but the sight of her kneeling there, so open, so raw, ignited something primal in me. Fuck being gentle—this wasn’t about comfort anymore.

“Lilith,” I said, my voice low and firm, grabbing her face with both hands, my thumbs brushing her tear-streaked cheeks. “I’m going to claim you, whatever that takes. And I’m going to figure out what’s going on with that book, with or without your help. You’ll help me anyway, even if your mind’s fighting it right now.”

“Yes, please, if I can,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of submission and eagerness, her eyes locked on mine, wide and pleading.

I leaned forward, my cock now fully hard, brushing dangerously close to her lips. The air between us crackled, thick with heat and unspoken promises. “Tonight, though, we focus on Orphelia. I want to hypnotize her eventually—not now, but soon. I want her to go from believing in hypnosis to being under my control. You get that, don’t you? That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, God, yes,” she gasped, her voice dripping with desire, her body shifting slightly as if the thought alone reignited her arousal. “Please, corrupt my best friend.”

I smirked, the thrill of her words sending a rush through me. “I’ll need your help for that. I want your permission to turn your life upside down, Lilith. It has to feel real, authentic. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, please,” she said, her voice fervent, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and excitement. “Do it. But… please, don’t try to dig into the person who was my master through hypnosis. I don’t know what’ll happen if you do.”

That was exactly what I’d been considering, at least indirectly, but her warning—delivered with such raw sincerity—stopped me cold. No, I’d play it safe for now. I needed to dive deeper into that book, to understand its secrets before making any moves. If I could master its power, I could plan my next steps carefully.

“Alright, I promise,” I said, my voice softening just enough to reassure her. “You can let go completely tonight. It’s all about Orphelia and how you’ll help me corrupt her. You’ll make her your dom, make her lips your ultimate pleasure. Are you ready, Lilith? Ready for your life to change forever?”

She nodded, her breath hitching, her pale body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but her eyes burned with a fierce, unyielding resolve.