Mesmerized: The Magician's Plaything Read Online Free
Author: Mallorie Griffin
firmly in the magician's spell.
And she wouldn't be released until he said so.
It was just like the first time he'd done this, only now, after all the clean-up was finished, the lights would be turned off, and the assistants and janitors would go home. She would be left alone. Either alone with Malcolm, or alone in this box. The former thrilled her, but the latter scared her.
Malcolm wouldn't do that to her. She didn't know him terribly well yet, but she knew him well enough that he wouldn't waste a perfectly good opportunity like this.
The sounds of the crew eventually abated, and then ceased entirely, and the only sound she could hear was her own quickened breath against the close walls of the box. He had to let her out soon. She found herself murmuring silently, begging Malcolm to please come let her out. She wanted to squirm, to fall onto the floor and beg him to do... something to her. She didn't even know what.
But she couldn't. She was in his spell.
Finally, finally, she heard the chunk of the lights being turned off, and she was left completely in the dark. Not even a line of light seeped through the edges of the door. She was alone.
Tammy knew better than that, though. She wasn't really alone. She could sense him, prowling around on the stage like a hungry panther. And she was the prey.
The door brushed open with a slight hissing noise, and Tammy's eyes widened in shock. Malcolm
– at least, she thought it was Malcolm – was silhouetted in the dim light. She couldn't make out any details of his face, but she knew he was smiling. The man was devious, and she loved it. She found herself wanting more and more for him to take her, to drag her out of that box and have his way with her.
And he did just that.
With a growl, he yanked at her arm, causing her to topple out of the narrow box. She still still couldn't move, so she hit the floor roughly, pain lancing up her shoulder where it connected with the hard wood of the stage. But Tammy found herself relishing that pain, and wanting to feel even more of it.
Malcolm glared down at her on the floor, and leapt upon her with a fierceness that she'd never seen in a man. It really was like he was a tiger, or a panther, hungry for her flesh.
“You like this, don't you,” he snarled as he bit her neck, and she knew it wasn't a question. It was a statement. And it was true; she loved the feeling of being pushed right down to the ground and forcefully taken. She couldn't resist Malcolm, no matter how much she wanted to. Her eyes wildly glanced about as he moved lower and lower on her body, sending burning flashes of heat through her.
This was so wrong, so naughty, and she loved every second of it.
She could now feel an unmistakeable hardness of a thickening erection against her thighs, through the thin cotton of his pants, and she knew he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. She could feel her pussy throb and pulse as she registered that cock in her mind. Apparently not every part of her was frozen. Even now, she was burning with need.
But she couldn't tell him, she was still frozen by his spell. But he could sense her pulsing loins, he could smell her scent thick in the air. He growled again, and grabbed her, pinning her to floor. As if she could move anyways. She managed to force out a tiny whimper at his invading hands and lips, and he only chuckled, his breath hotly rolling against his skin.
“Struggling, I see. Struggling to break that spell I have over you.” He lifted his body off of her, and poised his fingers together, making to snap them and break the hypnotism. “Should I?” he said as he glanced down, searching her eyes for an answer.
Terror flood Tammy's blood and body. Not terror of what he could do to her, but terror of him breaking this spell he had over her. She wanted him to be in control. She wanted to give every ounce of herself up to this man. He just had that effect on her. It was amazing. No one had ever made her feel this way
And she wouldn't be released until he said so.
It was just like the first time he'd done this, only now, after all the clean-up was finished, the lights would be turned off, and the assistants and janitors would go home. She would be left alone. Either alone with Malcolm, or alone in this box. The former thrilled her, but the latter scared her.
Malcolm wouldn't do that to her. She didn't know him terribly well yet, but she knew him well enough that he wouldn't waste a perfectly good opportunity like this.
The sounds of the crew eventually abated, and then ceased entirely, and the only sound she could hear was her own quickened breath against the close walls of the box. He had to let her out soon. She found herself murmuring silently, begging Malcolm to please come let her out. She wanted to squirm, to fall onto the floor and beg him to do... something to her. She didn't even know what.
But she couldn't. She was in his spell.
Finally, finally, she heard the chunk of the lights being turned off, and she was left completely in the dark. Not even a line of light seeped through the edges of the door. She was alone.
Tammy knew better than that, though. She wasn't really alone. She could sense him, prowling around on the stage like a hungry panther. And she was the prey.
The door brushed open with a slight hissing noise, and Tammy's eyes widened in shock. Malcolm
– at least, she thought it was Malcolm – was silhouetted in the dim light. She couldn't make out any details of his face, but she knew he was smiling. The man was devious, and she loved it. She found herself wanting more and more for him to take her, to drag her out of that box and have his way with her.
And he did just that.
With a growl, he yanked at her arm, causing her to topple out of the narrow box. She still still couldn't move, so she hit the floor roughly, pain lancing up her shoulder where it connected with the hard wood of the stage. But Tammy found herself relishing that pain, and wanting to feel even more of it.
Malcolm glared down at her on the floor, and leapt upon her with a fierceness that she'd never seen in a man. It really was like he was a tiger, or a panther, hungry for her flesh.
“You like this, don't you,” he snarled as he bit her neck, and she knew it wasn't a question. It was a statement. And it was true; she loved the feeling of being pushed right down to the ground and forcefully taken. She couldn't resist Malcolm, no matter how much she wanted to. Her eyes wildly glanced about as he moved lower and lower on her body, sending burning flashes of heat through her.
This was so wrong, so naughty, and she loved every second of it.
She could now feel an unmistakeable hardness of a thickening erection against her thighs, through the thin cotton of his pants, and she knew he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. She could feel her pussy throb and pulse as she registered that cock in her mind. Apparently not every part of her was frozen. Even now, she was burning with need.
But she couldn't tell him, she was still frozen by his spell. But he could sense her pulsing loins, he could smell her scent thick in the air. He growled again, and grabbed her, pinning her to floor. As if she could move anyways. She managed to force out a tiny whimper at his invading hands and lips, and he only chuckled, his breath hotly rolling against his skin.
“Struggling, I see. Struggling to break that spell I have over you.” He lifted his body off of her, and poised his fingers together, making to snap them and break the hypnotism. “Should I?” he said as he glanced down, searching her eyes for an answer.
Terror flood Tammy's blood and body. Not terror of what he could do to her, but terror of him breaking this spell he had over her. She wanted him to be in control. She wanted to give every ounce of herself up to this man. He just had that effect on her. It was amazing. No one had ever made her feel this way
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