Page 113 of Masked Sins
“That’s fine,” she whispers.
I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
“Please stand and walk to the couch.”
I make my voice lower than normal—slower.
I watch her face for a reaction, but there’s nothing. She just flicks her eyes up to mine as she pushes into a standing position before walking to the couch. Moving her purse to one of the side tables, she sits down all prim and proper.
Fuck.
I’d give anything to corrupt her while she wears that dress and those sneakers. She’s so pure.
Or at least she wants everyone to think that.
“Lie down and get comfortable,” I tell her, keeping my voice an octave lower than I’m used to.
She kicks her shoes off and lies down, resting her hands on her stomach and crossing her legs like she’s in an actual therapy session.
“Before we begin, we have to establish trust. As for a safe word, I think we should continue with the traffic light system. Can you tell me what they mean?”
“Red means stop the scene, yellow means pause and talk, and green means keep going.”
I smile. “In more or less words, yes.” I walk over to where she’s lying down. “Another part of this is trust. Do you trust me, Layla?”
“Yes.”
I want to ask her why she trusts a stranger, but I don’t. “You need to trust me. You need to know my voice. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
“The main idea of erotic hypnosis is to dominate. Most Dominants are interested in physical domination. I am interested in mental domination.”
Her eyes flick up to mine. “So we’re not going to—” Her throat bobs as she swallows, and I smile underneath my mask.
“I never said this session wouldn’t get physical.”
“But your soft limit… it said no penetration.”
I crouch down next to the couch. “It’s a soft limit for a reason. I don’t want to rule it out, but it’s not my default.” Her eyes rake between my eyes in search of more information. When I lean closer, it’s hard not to touch her—hard not to think of making her pliant and willing beneath me as I pound into her. “With you? I don’t think I can stay away.”
I run one of my hands along her bare leg, and we both shudder at the contact.
“I’m going to take control of your thoughts. I’m going to make you do whatever I want you to, so I’m going to ask one last time, do you trust me, Layla?”
Her eyes widen, and she turns to face me. “Is that possible? To make me do whatever you want?”
“Yes, it’s possible. You will become powerless against my dominance. Do you understand?”
She swallows. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Close your eyes.”
She does, and I sit back on my heels. “Today, just listen to my voice. Do as I say. And you will be rewarded. If you don’t listen, you will be punished.”
A visible shiver goes through her.
“Are you ready?”
