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Blake Evans is king of the tennis court at Westbridge University...and he's also a prick, a womanizer, a player, and an asshole. He's touted as one of the next stars of tennis, building hype and excitement around the program with every win...
💕lily here ! just an fyi bambi sleep triggers ahead 💕
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The next morning, Blake awoke in Savannah's bed, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over the room. His body was a mess of sensations, an aching need pulsing through every nerve. The cravings hit him immediately, a desperate, consuming need for the headphones and the voice that had become his addiction.
He threw on a new pink silk nightgown and went out to the living room. Savannah was lounging on the couch, a smirk playing on her lips. The desire to feel the hypnosis again was overwhelming, driving him to the edge of desperation.
Savannah raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "What do you need, Brooke? You want more of what you listened to last night?"
Blake instinctively dropped to his knees, eyes pleading and wide as they looked up to Savannah. "Stronger. Heavier."
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Savannah's smile widened, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Oh, you poor thing," she taunted, leaning forward. "You're really that deep, aren't you?"
Blake nodded. "Yes."
Savannah let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the situation. She reached into her bag and pulled out the noise-canceling headphones, holding them up tantalizingly. "Is this what you want, Brooke?" she teased, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"Yes."
Savannah pulled the headphones back just out of his reach, her smile turning even more wicked. "And what do we say when we're asking for something, Brooke?"
Blake's heart pounded, his mind racing with the need to submit. "Please, Miss Savannah," he begged, his voice barely more than a whimper. "Please let me listen. I need it."
Savannah's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she handed him the headphones. "Good girl," she purred. "Go ahead, have fun. I hope you enjoy it."
He reached for them with trembling hands, slipping the noise-canceling headphones over his ears and pressing play.
The familiar voice began to wash over him, but this time it was different, more powerful, more commanding.
"Bimbo doll, all right, just make yourself comfortable and listen to my voice now," the voice began. "Just separate your hands and let them lie loosely in your lap, or by your side, if that's more comfortable. It's better if your legs are uncrossed, but it doesn't matter if you feel you need to move just slightly, now and again."
Blake's hands fell to his sides, his legs uncrossed as he sank further into the bed. His breathing slowed, becoming steady and even, just as the voice instructed. Each breath seemed to pull him deeper and deeper, his body relaxing more with every exhale.
"Now I want you to take a deep breath, and hold it for a moment, before breathing out slowly, just allowing your whole body to relax as you do so. And I want you to just keep listening quietly to the sound of my voice. You'll be aware of those other sounds too, sounds inside the building, sounds from outside, maybe passing traffic, but these won't disturb you. In fact, they'll help to relax you. Just be comfortable and relax your whole body as much as you can. Now I want you to take a deep breath, and hold it for a moment, before breathing out slowly, just allowing your whole body to relax as you do so."
