Pixie Isobella

‘I’m next,’ tall, dark-haired Rick said. ‘I don’t mind slapping her,’ he added, his lips a thin line. ‘In fact, I’ve been looking forward to it.’

Looking for a way to spice up an otherwise tedious weekend, Bridie agrees to be hypnotised so her husband’s friends can fuck her. She doesn’t realise she is also agreeing to a fey enchantment that will bind her forever…

Stealing Bridie: Chapter 13

[Stealing Bridie is an hypnosis mind control erotica with male domination, female submission and degradation, and non-consensual elements. Chapter 1 is here.]

The lights set around the room seemed to glow with a shimmering, beckoning brightness. I watched them, almost mesmerised, as Rick stepped up to the bed, stripping his shirt off easily before removing his belt and tossing it onto the coverlet near me.

Gods, the man was well built — why had I never noticed that before? He was tall and strong, and I knew he would be as rough with me as he promised.

I wanted it too, I knew I did, and it wasn’t even that anyone had told me that I would enjoy rough sex.

After a long drought, my body was desperate for the penetration, the stimulation. Inside my body, I almost felt like my womb was clenching, turning over inside me, desperate for more. Across the room, Brennan caught my eyes and smiled, before winking at me. He knew. He knew how horny I was.

I don’t mind slapping her, Rick had said. In fact, I’ve been looking forward to it.

Tell me that you like it rough, he had said. Rough is all I do. I don’t care how loudly you scream, I’m not going to slow down.

He had meant it as a threat but my body — primed for lust, desperate for more — took it as a promise. I moaned as he reached out and took hold of my belt, still wrapped around my neck as an impromptu collar. The same as before, he tugged on the straps, showing how easy it was for him to control me like this.

‘Sweet little Bridie,’ he murmured, the words sounding sarcastic when they came from him. ‘We’ve all watched you running rings around Charles for years,’ he sniggered. ‘I wouldn’t have let you get away with that, if you were mine,’ he said flatly, sending a shiver down my spine.

I’m not property, I thought rebelliously. I trembled as he used the collar to pull me physically closer to him, twisting the soft leather so that it tightened around my neck. I was fairly certain that Rick wouldn’t actually force a girl — though I didn’t really know.

It doesn’t matter tonight, anyway, I thought helplessly as he dragged me against him, grunting with pleasure as he felt my skin against his. I have to do what he says anyway.

He tightened his grip on the collar and I gasped with sudden desire — it wasn’t near choking me but the control felt good, lighting a fire inside my body, making me want more. I felt the moment when Rick felt my response too, and he grunted in deep satisfaction.

‘You like it when a man shows he’s in charge, don’t you?’ he sniggered. ‘I should have gotten you alone years ago,’ he smirked, making me flush with embarrassment. ‘I would have taught you all the lessons Charles wasn’t prepared to do,’ he sneered. ‘Get down there,’ he snapped suddenly, forcing my head physically downwards.

Rick was kneeling on the bed, and as he forced my head down with one strong hand, he loosened his trousers with the other, and soon his large dick was in my face.

‘Get me hard,’ he snapped, walking on his knees with me scrambling beside him up to the head of the bed, almost crushing me between him and the bed head.

I gulped, opening my mouth obediently and taking him into me, gasping at the feeling of his hard, silken shaft against my lips. He was already pretty hard but he stiffened more in my mouth, carelessly forcing himself again and again into the back of my mouth, making me gag.

‘This is how you teach a girl,’ he grunted once, lost in some fantasy where he got to be as rough as he wanted.

I didn’t mind — every rough thrust into my mouth just made me want more. My body was burning with fire — I wanted him between my legs and I wanted it soon. Rick must have decided the same thing, because he used his grip on the collar to pull me off him suddenly.

‘Get down under me,’ he grunted savagely, and then I was scrambling to lie down on the bed, Rick moving above me, his cock hard and ready.

I moaned — I couldn’t disobey but also I didn’t need orders. My body wanted this and my body knew how to make sure it got what it wanted — soon I was lying on my back, my upper back arched, my legs spread embarrassingly wide, my arms above my head. Every part of me begging Rick to fuck me.

‘God damn, you are a slut,’ he sneered as he moved above me, but he was clearly prepared to make the most of it.

There wasn’t any more foreplay — Rick was hard and he wanted to be inside me. Hell, I knew he considered it was his right to be inside me, and he had enough bets with the other men to make up as well. He had promised that he would make me scream louder, that he would be the man to destroy me.

He thrust into me in one long, spearing stab, driving deep into my core and grunting with satisfaction when I shrieked.

‘Heh,’ he grunted. ‘You won’t walk when I’m done with you, Titties.’

I almost hated that name — and the sneering, dismissive way the men said it — but luckily I could forget all about it, because Rick was fucking me hard. I moved with him, desperate for everything he offered, but he overwhelmed me — thrusting himself hard into me again and again, moving fast and rough with a rhythm that I couldn’t replicate.

I was crying out with need and pleasure, but I didn’t start screaming until he rolled me over, pulling me backwards off the bed and actually manhandling me to push me forward across one of the high-backed armchairs. My feet came off the ground and then I started screaming as he thrust into me like that. Trapped between him and the solid chair back, I couldn’t do anything to evade his thrusts or change the angle.

He fucked me brutally, and I knew he was finding the angles that made me scream the loudest and deliberately forcing himself into me that way again.

I felt almost as though I was caught in a rough swell in the ocean — battered again and again, his hard dick stabbing into my deep inner wall, forcing himself again and again right against my sensitive cervix. It was almost too much — my legs were trembling and I lost the ability to hold myself up on my arms.

Rick sped up, brutally fucking me, reaching forward to grab the impromptu collar around my neck and haul me backwards with that, almost like reins on a horse. I was gasping and choking, forgetting to breathe as I screamed, desperate to escape the sensations inside me. Eventually, he came inside me, yelling with pleasure.

I collapsed onto the chair as he let go of me. I didn’t want to give him any satisfaction but I knew that I couldn’t walk, and I cried out with humiliation as I felt myself falling sideways off the chair, onto the rich carpet.

‘I told you I’d break her,’ I heard Rick’s voice saying from far above. ‘Someone else can have a go now,’ he sneered. ‘If you can get her back on the bed, that is.’

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