Mesmerized: The Magician's Plaything (3 page)

She found out all too soon, when he slipped the door open a bare inch and murmured that phrase, and that familiar phrase to her. “Secret weapon.”

Tammy froze, right then and there. This was it. Her mind struggled and railed against those mental bonds, but she found herself well and truly trapped. She was 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 before – not her high school flame or any of the boys she gone with in college. Malcolm was... different. He was so dominating, and it escalated so quickly. She never could have imagined that she would be in this position, just a few days ago. But now here she was.

He laughed at the expression on her face, and fell upon her again, even more aggressively than before. His hands curled around her wrists and pinned her to the cold wood of the stage. His body was a hot iron weight against her smaller form, lancing burns against her skin that cooled immediately whenever he lifted away from her. Tammy groaned lowly whenever he pulled away. She didn't want that. She wanted to writhe and curl her body around his, feel every inch of his sinewy, lightly muscled body, but she couldn't. She couldn't move a damned muscle.

And Malcolm knew it. And he abused that knowledge, continuing to tease her. His fingers slipped up underneath her tight costume, tracing lines of electricity down her skin, setting her entire being on fire. She couldn't say anything at all; not urge him to go faster, or even scream at him to stop. She was completely under his power.

He peeled the costume away from her now, exposing her on that stage in the dark, and for a moment, she froze. Well, she was already frozen, but for a moment she stopped struggling against the hypnotism. What if someone came into the auditorium? What if they were caught?

Malcolm seemed to sense her tenseness, and he laughed. “Don't you worry, my faithful assistant.

No one will find us.”

Tammy breathed deeply and relaxed somewhat, as Malcolm pulled the tight suit away, revealing her pale flesh, her lacy black underwear and bra. He laughed again. “Dressed to impress, I see,” he murmured.

She wanted to argue, to try and convince him that no, it was just a coincidence, but even she knew it was a lie. She wanted this to happen. That's why she had those undergarments on. Just in case.

And they didn't even last long on her skin. Malcolm reached behind her, snaking his hands along the smooth surface of her back, unclasping the bra and drawing it away. Tammy gasped at the sudden sensation of her erect nipples exposed to the cool air, and Malcolm immediately tossed the bra away and cupped a small breast in his hand.

“You like this, don't you,” he echoed his earlier sentiments, and Tammy's very thoughts. “Being completely under my power. You can't do anything at all to stop me. Oh no.” A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke with that toe-curlingly hot British accent.

Tammy couldn't answer him, not with a word, not even with a nod. But he was right. She loved the thought of surrendering herself totally to this man.

He seemed to see her agreement in her eyes, and dipped his head quickly, kissing and sucking at that taut nipple. Pleasure exploded in her vision and she regained control of her body enough to tilt her head back and moan in ecstasy. She didn't know how, but he knew exactly what to do to please her.

He darted his head over to her other nipple in turn, and a fresh hot wave of lust rolled over her. She needed him. She needed him to stop teasing her and just take her. She was on fire. Her thighs ached, her cunt throbbed with longing now. She felt so unbelievably empty, and she knew only one thing would fill her up. Malcolm's thick cock, pressed tight against her legs, straining against its fabric prison.

But she couldn't voice her wishes. She couldn't tell the magician what she wanted of him. She would have to wait for him to give it to her.

Malcolm couldn't hold off forever, though. She could sense his movements become more and more frenzied now as he licked and suckled at her breasts, his spit coating her skin, leaving burning hot and then icy cold trails as it cooled in the air. Lower and lower he went, the stubble on his face scratching against her belly, then her hips.

He looked up at her when he reached her underwear, and he wasn't laughing or grinning now. He looked deadly serious and full of lust – lust for her, her body, her compliance, her inability to move against him. He hooked his fingers over the band of her underwear now, and pulled downwards. This was it.

She was drenched. Tammy could feel, even without moving, that the folds of her pussy were covered in her slick juices, and Malcolm could tell now too, she was certain of her. Her ass pressed against the wood floor of the stage, her pale, milky thighs only slightly parted, and Malcolm hadn't even dug into her yet, but she could tell from the expression on his face that he could smell her. Her scent exploded into the air when her panties were pulled down, and he lifted that black, lacy undergarment to his nose and inhaled, taking in an even deeper smell.

“That's good,” he breathed before tossing the panties away and lowering himself onto her. “I think I know what would be even better.”

Tammy's eyes widened as he moved lower and lower against her. She knew what he was going to do, and for just a moment, she froze. Was she certain?

She had to be, for Malcolm was already dipping down, his nose pushing against her thighs, urging her to spread those legs further. He sighed when she didn't. “Poor thing, you can't move, can you?”

He growled and pushed against her legs, doing the work himself. A thrill raced through Tammy's body.

She really couldn't move, not at all.

But she wanted to. Oh, when Malcolm's tongue darted out and brushed against the outer folds, she wanted to arch her back and scream. She throbbed for her him, she ached for even more as he teased her with his dextrous tongue, and he could feel every ounce of tension in her body. She was certain that he was grinning at her frustration, thought she couldn't see him, buried as he was in her cunt.

He continued to tease her, bringing her to the very limits of his spell, her limbs twitching and convulsing at his teasing, pleasurable touch, her mouth opening and closing in silent moans of ecstasy.

He had to do something more, and soon, or she feared she would explode.

Malcolm nibbled and licked around the outer edges of her pussy for what felt like forever, but then finally,
finally,
he pushed his way between those engorged folds, dipping inside her, well and truly tasting of her now. He moaned into her cunt, those reverberations echoing through her hyper-sensitive folds and almost making her scream yet again. And it was more than that. It was knowing that Malcolm was getting just as much pleasure from this as she was. He loved it, too.

He licked up the length of her, ending at that hard nub of her clit, and fireworks exploded through her body, pulsing up into her brain. She saw stars. He had her so close to coming already, she couldn't stand it. It was like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, and he needed to push her off, because she couldn't move. She couldn't do it on her own, so he had to. Just one little push...

Malcolm gripped her thighs, pulling her down towards him, burying his face in her slick cunt. His tongue pushed its way inside her tight hole now, filling her up, and the sensation was nearly overwhelming to her. It was nearly enough, but not quite. She just needed a little more. She needed a cock. She needed that tongue against her throbbing clit.

Sensing that need, Malcolm withdrew and moved up again, pressing his nimble tongue, bearing down on that sensitive nub, again and again, rubbing against her, bringing her further and further along to the very heights of orgasm. She was so close, so close...

And then she came, explosively around his eager mouth. Her limbs jerked violently, under their own spell now, not controlled by either Tammy or Malcolm. Nothing in the world could have stopped her.

Malcolm growled loudly, evidently done with pleasing and teasing Tammy, and he hauled his body upwards, ripping off his black magician's jacket. “My turn,” he harshly said as he yanked down his pants without ceremony, exposing his thick cock for Tammy to see. It was huge, long and thick and utterly arousing in the dim light. Her pussy was still throbbing in the wake of her orgasm, and even so, she longed for that cock to be buried deep inside her. If anything, her climax increased that longing.

She wanted nothing more than Malcolm thrusting against her right now.

And Malcolm obliged her, for once. Without hesitating, and without any warning, he dipped that cock between her spread thighs, and found his mark easily, pushing his way inside her, his hot rod filling her quickly, utterly, and completely. It was almost too much. She very nearly couldn't take it.

She felt her arms and legs twitch in an effort to scrabble against the stage, but Malcolm's spell was too strong for her. She couldn't resist him.

But the thought and sensation of being filled by him was too much for her body to resist. She could feel another climax mount and surge through her body, and her cunt clenched tightly around his thick shaft as he thrust. He was slow at first, but he quickly picked up speed and he sensed and felt her excitement. This was all too much for her. It was so, so... naughty.

He grinned down at her as he pummeled her mercilessly, his hips harshly slapping against her thighs. He drew all the way out, and then slammed back in, and the sensation of being filled, over and over, by his fat rod of a cock was too much for Tammy. She opened her mouth, and trembling groan came out. The sex was overcoming the spell. She almost felt as if she could move again.

Malcolm slowed his pace now, not letting his spell be broken. He wanted to keep his control over her, for as long as humanly possible.

Again and again he bore down on her, beating her with his dick, using her and abusing her, and Tammy loved every last second of it. He had her in a frenzy; she felt as if she might come again. He made her feel like no man had ever made her feel before. And she never wanted this sensation to stop.

“Please,” she managed to whimper as he fucked her, harder and harder. It felt like his dick might tear her in two.