He’s waiting for me.
And I feel the pull like a hook under my sternum.
We all follow him, and by the time I step into the bedroom, Koen’s stripped bare, standing in the center of the room like a statue carved from marble, every line of him taut and ready.
I reach for the zipper of my skirt, the fabric already sticky against my thighs, but Koen turns toward me and shakes his head. “No.”
“Shh,” I counter, stepping closer. “I’m making the rules today.” My grin feels wicked, my heart pounding as I hold his gaze, searching those dark depths for consent. His eyes soften, just a flicker, and he gives the tiniest nod. “Green.”
I love it when he gives me the control.
I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my palms. I kiss him, lips brushing soft at first, but he kisses back hungrily, his tongue slipping into my mouth, claiming me with slow, deliberate movements that make my knees weak.
I bite his lower lip, hard enough to sting, and he hisses, his hands flexing against my hips when I break the kiss. Our gazes lock, then I tap his forehead gently, my fingertip brushing the warm skin above his brow. “Sleep.”
His head drops forward, heavy against my shoulder, his dark hair tickling my collarbone. His breath washes over my sweaty, heated skin in slow, even waves.
Gotcha.
I thread my fingers through his hair as I lean in close to his ear, my lips brushing his hearing aids. “You’re safe. You’re doing amazing. You love everything I’m doing to you, and you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, until I allow you to come and the compulsion wears off.”
I pull back and frame his face with my hands. “Wake up.”
His eyes flutter open, that smirk returning softer, glazed with a mix of obedience and desire. He looks at me like I’m his entire world, and my skin flushes hotter.
“Get on the bed,” I command, my voice steady despite the pulse pounding in my throat.
He obeys instantly, moving to the bed with a fluid grace, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lies back, his cock already hard and straining. The sight sends a fresh wave of want through me, my core clenching with need.
Sylus whistles low from the doorway. “If you told him to lose the hard-on, would that work?”
“Sounds awfully counterproductive,” Ace mutters, and Nicholas chuckles.
“Fuck you all,” Koen rumbles from the bed. There’s a playful glint in his eyes, even as they stay locked on me.
I climb onto the bed, straddling him, the skirt bunching around my hips. I guide myself down onto his length in one slow slide, making us both hiss.
He fills me completely, stretching me with a delicious burn, and I moan, riding him with a steady rhythm.
“Grab my tits,” I command, and his large hands move instantly, cupping my breasts. “Play with my nipples.” His thumbs brush them until they ache again. “Yes, pinch them, just like that.” He obeys, rolling them between his fingers with just the right pressure.
Fuck, this is the best idea I’ve ever had.
Even if I know all of them would do what I ask them to without the hypnosis in place, but let’s be honest…
This is way more fun.
I grind down harder while the others watch, their breaths hitching, the room filled with the soft sounds of their groans and the occasional low chuckle.
“God, look at him.” Sylus’s voice is a rough murmur. “Whipped.”
He doesn’t say it like an insult. He says it with longing.
“Tell me how good I feel,” I order, my voice catching as I pick up speed, my thighs burning with the effort.
“You feel incredible,” Koen rasps. “So tight, so fucking perfect around me.” His hands keep working my breasts, his hips rocking up to meet mine, the friction building to a fever pitch.
“Make me come,” I demand, my breath hitching, my nails digging into his shoulders. “But you can’t come yet.”
