Under His Spell by Jade Lee, Kathy Lyons Page B

thatrolled up her belly but stopped at her diaphragm. It was only a precursor and it was only one.
    “More,” she murmured. “I want more.”
    He stopped. “Then you have to keep answering, Nicky. Do you have to be bound on this table to enjoy it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Could I not just do this to you in a bed?”
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He released his breath in a huff. He’d left her groin, but had one hand high on her left thigh, a single source of heat especially as he began to knead the flesh there. She wasn’t used to anyone pushing deeply into the skin there, into the muscles that pulled with the movements of his thumb. But it added to the sensations, and she felt her entire focus center on what he did.
    “You are bound and blindfolded, Nicky. I could bring others into this room and you could do nothing about it. Does that excite you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “So you’d like to have a man on each of your breasts, another holding you open with yet another man pumping into you?”
    “Yes.” She was panting at the thought.
    “What about spanking?”
    She blinked and didn’t answer.
    “Nicky, does that excite you?”
    “I don’t know.” She had never tried pain as a sexual aid. Without this blank state, she would never have allowed herself to think of it before. But now, under his spell, she had the freedom to consider anything, to do anything.
    She felt him press a kiss at the very top of her thigh where leg met lower abdominals in a long indent of very sensitive flesh. His lips lingered there, and he even used his teeth to graze the skin. She shivered at the feel, her moan releasing naturally and openly.
    “What is sex usually like for you? Without the hypnosis.”
    “Nonexistent,” she answered.
    “But it must have happened sometime. You weren’t a virgin, were you?”
    “No.”
    “Then what was sex like before?”
    “Directed,” she said. The answer came out as all her answers did in this place: without prior thought. The first thing that came into her head without censorship or even understanding.
    “Directed?” he asked. “How so?”
    “I tell him what to do and how. Occasionally I let him pick the position.”
    “You’re in charge, then,” he said.
    “Yes, master.”
    “But you’re not now.”
    “No, master.”
    “And you like it better this way.”
    She smiled. “Much better.”
    She flexed toward him, hoping he would reward her now. He did, but only absently. His fingers sunk into her. She had felt this from him before, the thrust of fingers that he wiggled inside her. The roll of his thumb around her clit. But in this place, there was only now, and so this was as exciting as it was before, as powerful a build to orgasm as before. She ached for him to keep doing it.
    But again he stopped, and she whimpered as he withdrew from her.
    “You have done very well, Nicky, and so now I’m going to give you a gift. I’m going to tell you an image for you to hold in your thoughts. You’re going to live it, to experience it just as I direct. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, master.”
    “I want you to pretend that you are a virgin sacrifice in an ancient society. A beautiful young girl with a perfect body. You are being brought naked before the high priest—me.”
    As he spoke, his words painted a picture for her. She saw herself not as Nicky, but as a young woman, innocent as she never was. But in this moment, in this place, she was sweet. Open. Vulnerable.
    “Are we at the volcano?” she asked. “On the island?”
    He paused a moment. “The volcano where you threw your cell phone in?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, we are. We’re right there, beside the volcano, and you’re naked. You’re naked, but you are not afraid as acolytes tie you to this table and spread you open before me. Is this what you are experiencing, Nicky?”
    “Yes, master.” Some tiny part of her realized that her voice was higher than before, younger sounding.
    “The high priest comes