Hypnosis Stories

Control Part 2

You rolled over in bed, blinking your eyes open and staring at the clock. The time was 5am and you knew you wouldn’t be getting back to sleep so you rolled over toward Dean. He had gotten back from a particularly grueling hunt the night before and gone right to bed with barely a word about what happened. Staring at him laying there, you thought about all the fun you’d been having since he let you make him yours. He was so compliant you could pull him under with trigger words, phrases, or simple touches now. A smile grew on your face and moisture pooled between your legs when you wondered if it would work while he slept.

You scooted closer to him, running your fingertips feather light over his arm and ghosting your lips over his ear. “Give me control, Dean.” You whispered in his ear, one of his trigger phrases. His breathing slowed and he practically melted into the mattress and you knew you had him. “Good boy.” You began trailing kisses down his jaw. “With each kiss, I want you to go deeper. Deeper than you ever have before. The deeper you go, the hornier it makes you.” The further down you kissed the more you felt his body melt and his cock twitch under you. You trailed your kisses down from his belly button, stopping at the elastic of his tented boxers. Sliding them off and throwing them to the side you leaned down, placing a kiss to the head of his engorged cock.

“Mmmm...Y/N…” he slurred and his lolled to the side, his lips slightly parted. “Master…” He mumbled. You smiled and slid back up his body, moving his head back up to the pillow.

“Open those pretty green eyes for me, slave.” You purred. “But don’t wake up.” His eyes fluttered open, half lidded and he stared up at you. They were glassy and completely vacant, just waiting for you. “Good boy.” He smiled at your words and you pressed a kiss to his lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“To please you, master.” He replied. The words were almost enough to make you come undone.

“We’re gonna try something fun today, slave.” You smiled. “You remember what to do if it gets too much?” He nodded and waited for further instruction. “I want to please you first. Anything I say you’re going to feel, understood?”

“Yes, master.” He nodded.

“I’m kissing down your neck, running my hands over your chest.” You started. “I’m running my nails down your stomach while I straddle you, just barely touching your cock with my soaked pussy.” His hips bucked off the bed, grinding against the invisible force, his moans and grunts causing you to squeeze your legs together. “I pull away, not giving you what you want.” He whimpered and bucked his hips again.

“Please.” He gasped. “Please, master. Need you.”
“Reaching down, one hand wraps around your cock, wiping the precum from the tip and using it to slide up and down your shaft so slow.” His breathing started to become erratic and he bit his lip, fisting the sheets. “You want to come so bad, but you can’t. Not until I tell you to.” A guttural moan came from deep in his chest and you couldn’t resist reaching into your panties and rubbing at your clit.

“I move my hand up, cupping your balls and massaging them.” You breathed. “You like that, don’t you?”

“I…I love it master.” He stuttered through his gasps and moans. You sank two fingers into yourself, rubbing at your own g-spot.

“I take you in my mouth…swirling my tongue around the tip…” You purred. He groaned and reached his hands down, fisting them where your hair should be, his hips snapping violently off the bed. “I slide up and down…much too slow for you.”

“Faster.” He begged. “Wanna fuck that pretty mouth.”

“Do it, then.” You moaned, moving your own fingers as fast as you could, the coil in your belly building up quickly, about to break. He sounded almost primal as his hips bucked up and down, his skin glistening with sweat, his pupils blown with lust.

“I want you to come for me.” You managed to stutter out. “And then sink right back down. Come in my mouth, Dean.”

He let out a loud moan and his cock erupted leaking come down to his thighs. You came seconds later, moaning his name. You watched his body grow more lax as he finished, his eyes fluttering shut. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, murmuring praise into his ear.

He laid there smiling, completely blissed out, while you cleaned him up and grabbed a bottle of water in case he needed it when you woke him, which you had no intention of doing for a few minutes. Instead, you laid with him and cuddled him, playing with his hair, letting him enjoy the few moments of pleasure you could give him.

Authors link ⬇️
https://archiveofourown.org/works/6533962/chapters/15930073#workskin