Mesmerizing His Bride (Magical Mesmerism Book 3) (2 page)

She had given up all that stupid college and career stuff. How could that possibly be important when she had a man at home to take care of and adore?

Master had built this whole house with his two hands within a week after they had married, and Paige loved every spotless inch of it. It was so right, she thought—him building things, and her taking care of them all day to make sure they looked good. This was how man and slavewife were supposed to be.

Finally, he opened the door. His hulking, massive frame barely fit inside—even since the day he had built the house, just weeks ago, his muscles had grown. He was gigantic. Paige, kneeling, only barely came up to his thigh, and she was not a short woman.

She didn't mind the size difference at all. Just looking at the massive flexing of his muscles, the way they rippled and pooled with every little movement, the way they stacked and planked on top of each other, was enough to drive her into orgasm. She knew, because the other day, just for fun, he had instructed her to do it.

Paige always did what her MasterHusband said.

After closing the door, he didn't say a word. He just dropped his pants strode over to his slavewife, roughly shoving his thick, hard cock straight down her hot wet throat.

He didn't like hunching over so much, so he slid one hand up underneath the big handles of her tits, and lifted her up off the ground like she was a toy. Which, of course, she was. Holding her like this, he forcefully fucked her mouth, choking her on his fuckmeat.

Paige did nothing to interfere. In a way, it was almost low-effort for her—like her Master was just masturbating himself and using Paige as his hand. She was fine with that. A good wifetoy was used however her Husband needed. She just moaned happily as he fucked her mouth like it was a cunt, and stared up worshipfully at the face of her living God. Her decorated hands ran up and down his shirt, which was dirty and layered in sweat from the day's work.

His balls tensed up, the twin grapefruits slapping into her cock-filled throat. He dropped down to the ground and sprayed into her body. His cum shot directly into her tummy, quickly filling her with pints of her daily meal. Just as quickly, the thick, white load overfilled her body, and he pulled out to spray her down with his cum.

The startlingly hot cum rushed over her body, plastering her face and tits with its gooey perfection. She came helplessly, constantly, as his cum piled on top of her face and skin. Paige held herself close to her Husband's cock, licking and sucking up any excess that she could possibly gobble down. Cum had puddled up over the thick blanket of her hair. She would have such a delicious time cleaning it later with her tongue. And then maybe she could beg him to get her pregnant...

Daniela was frowning at her.

“I don’t believe you,” she said coolly. “You come here, asking for advice, and then you zone out when I offer it to you? Do you think you’re too good for my advice? Do you think what I say
doesn’t matter
?”

Oh, no. Oh god, no.

“Oh, Daniela! I’m so sorry. I was just lost in my head space. I apologize, really I do. That was very unkind, and—”

Daniela threw up her hands. “Charles is a saint for putting up with a bitch like you. He wants you. He takes care of you. He does everything for you. And you’re mad because he wants your opinion on what he wears? You can’t even listen to
me
, no wonder you have trouble listening to him!”

“It’s
not
just what he wears. That was an example. If you would listen...”

“Oh, I’ve listened enough, and you didn’t listen at all. I don’t have
time
for ungrateful bitches who don’t know an incredible man when they see one. A wonderful, perfect man who any other woman would
kill
to be with. You disgust me, Paige. And you ought to stay with Charles. Because right now, my affection for him and knowing how he feels about you is the only thing keeping you safe.”

Daniela got up, grabbed her purse, and strutted off toward the exit. On the way, she flipped over the tray of soda that their waitress had fetched. The liters of liquid flew all over the poor girl. No one helped or seemed to care when the waitress broke down on the floor, cleaning up the mess.

Paige put her gorgeous face in her hands. That had escalated rather...quickly.

* * * * *

J
oey slid the watch across the picnic blanket toward Daniela. He was staring at her tits, her neck, the tilt of her chin, but of course he was. She was fantastic, and they both knew it. Today, wearing her tiny black jean shorts and one-size-too-small t-shirt, most men she crossed had to stop whatever they were doing to watch her. The curves of her ass were plastered by the fabric of the jeans, and the shirt clung happily to her amazing bosom.

She enjoyed a man’s gaze on her. It let her know she was in control of him. Men couldn’t help but do what she said when they were looking at her obvious divinity.

“So what’s so special about this watch?”

“I’m sorry?” said Daniela.

They were in a park, deep in the middle of a grassy field. It was a sunny day, though there were smatterings of clouds in the sky. On the other side of it, some overweight teenagers were playing touch football and laughing a lot. Birds sang in the distance. She was sitting down with Joey on a blanket that she brought. She hoped that any observer would think they were just having a nice picnic.

Joey was beneath her. His looks were average, his family status firmly stuck in the middle class. He was maybe one hundred fifty pounds, and well-shaped, but he was a bit too rough around the edges for her. Something about his disheveled brown hair put her off, the overly intelligent gleam in his dark eyes. He was wearing jeans and a button-up short-sleeve shirt, in an outfit that probably only cost him a hundred dollars.

So obviously, on a regular day, she would never have any sort of picnic with Joey. But today, just a week before the wedding, was not a normal day.

“You had me buy it with like three million of your dollars, in cash. Do you have any idea how much cash that is? It’s so damn much, Daniela. It weighs like three hundred pounds. So what’s going on with it? The guy’s house—the guy you had me buy it from? It was full of women who had no idea what to make of me. It was like they had never seen a man other than the guy who lived there. They were all dressed in lingerie and fetish outfits, lots of them were like, cheerleaders or something. They kept chanting his name. So what’s the deal with the watch?”

“Oh wow, Joey. I didn’t know it was so much trouble. You must have been really great to move through all those problems and get it for me.”

Her voice was soft, low, soothing. She knew just how to speak to appease a man. She knew her voice, on top of the rest of her incredibly-made body, was icing on the cake of her perfection. Many beautiful women had a grating voice, or a whining one. Daniela’s was always at the perfect level, always open, always like soft little licks to the pleasure center of a man’s brain. Soft. Happy. Centered.

Daniela did not like Joey that much. He was a self-professed “nice guy.” He probably didn’t understand why he never got girls.

What this meant to Daniela was that he was the kind of guy that she could manipulate easily. He was one of five men who had an unending crush on her since high school.

Well, at least one of five that she acknowledge. Her house had a separate mailbox for her, often stuffed full of packages and letters from admirers around the state. She kept those particular five on the rope by sending them emails, or following a blog post, or dropping a little monthly text. So far she had wrecked seven potential relationships, three of which had belonged to Joey. He really, really wanted to prove himself to her.

“No, it was fine,” he said, puffing up his chest a bit. “I just wanted to know what you plan to do with it. I mean, it’s important, whatever it is. I wanted to know how I could help.”

Of course he did.

“Really?” She made her eyes light up in surprise. “That would be
so
helpful.”

Her hands, soft and tender, slid over on top of his.

“You see, when I heard about this watch, I didn’t know if I should believe or not. But what you just described, with all those women? I think it’s proof enough.”

“Proof of what?”

“Proof that it’s going to change everything for the better. It can make people believe things, Joey. Any old thing.”

He slid back from the watch, eyes widening. “It does what?”

“It hypnotizes people. Mesmerizes them. Entrances them. Say something to them while they’re under, and they believe that. You can even make connect physical stuff to commands. Like you could say ‘sweat’ and they would sweat.

He snapped his fingers. “That explains all those women.”

“I would say it does. It only works on one person at a time, though, and you can only ever turn it on once. So he must have...used one girl to hypnotize another.”

Joey’s brow had begun to sweat. “That’s...that’s um...”

He gulped, obviously holding in what he really thought. Daniela knew Joey was probably turned on by it. Whatever. Anything to keep him focused on his cock.

“I don’t want to do anything so drastic as him. So you see, it’s for the greater good that it’s out of that man’s hands, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded enthusiastically. “You’re really swell for doing that. Maybe...maybe we should call someone?”

“Who would believe us?”

He shrugged. “Good point.”

She picked up the watch, stroking it a bit. “Anyway, I wanted to use it for myself. I have a friend who is really in dire need of a...shift in priorities.”

His eyes went wide, watching her fingers, and then her breasts again. “I don’t understand.”

“Do you know Paige?”

“Paige? Your friend Paige? Gorgeous and about to get married to the second-richest-guy-in-town Paige?”

“That’s the one.”

“Never heard of her.” He smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Well, if you
had
heard of her, then you would be interested to know that it’s not all sunshine and roses with her. She’s been feeling...nervous, lately, about the wedding. And she truly believes that she and Charles aren’t a good match.”

“And you want to use this watch to...to change her mind? To make her in love with Charles?”

She shook her head. “Oh, no! Joey, that would be truly evil. Changing someone’s mind like that. No, she feels stuck, like she can’t get out. So I want to help her. I want her to be convinced that she can leave whenever she wants. That’s what would make her happy, after all.”

“Oh.”

She saw him starting to think again. Couldn’t have that. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she put her arms up and stretched them upward, putting her breasts on display. Her tight shirt slid up her torso, exposing her exquisitely muscled abs. Then she put her arms back down, letting out a cute little yawn.

Joey had been staring the whole time, of course. He shook his head, still trying to think.

“I don’t know that I understand. What do you get out of this? Why do you care so much?”

“I care about my friend very dearly, Joey. She means the world to me.”

“You care about her so much that you want her to leave Charles at the altar?”

Daniela imagined that for a moment. Paige, in her gorgeous dress, hearing Charles saying all those words of love. And then she slaps him, perhaps even spitting on his shoes, and runs away...

...Daniela, right there, is able to comfort him and let him know it will be all okay. And after a few months, start dropping hints about much hotter
she
would look in the very same wedding dress that Paige had picked out...

Her cheeks had started to get flushed. There was a hot, severe wetness building in her pussy, and she had unconsciously began to bite her bottom lip. She wanted Charles so very much. It was maddening to think she couldn’t have him.

Daniela got
everything
she wanted. Charles would not be an exception. He would
not
. Daniela refused to allow it.

“You okay there, Daniela?”

She snapped back to reality, smiling. “Yes.” She shook her head for a moment. “Yes. Just thinking.”

“You want to know what I think?”

Not really.

“Of course, Joey.”

His face had become rather severe. “I think you’re in love with Charles. I think most people in this town know that. It’s not a very well-kept secret, and I’m not sure how Paige doesn’t know. I think you want him for yourself.”

Hmm. She would have to step up her game a little bit. If he caught on to too much, too soon, he’d figure out without too much trouble that she needed him as a fall guy in case anything went wrong.

Her plan was simple. Since the watch worked by mesmerizing one person at a time, after she had entranced Paige, she would have Paige entrance Joey. That would work beautifully, just like everything else in Daniela’s life.

She would have Joey would take the blame for screwing up the marriage, confessing eagerly, and order Paige to disappear forever, and none of the attention for any of the going-ons would be on Daniela.

She was rather impressed with her intelligence. It seemed a lifetime of plotting and gossiping had prepared her well for being conniving. She slid close to Joey, letting him feel her thick, golden hair against his shoulders. Her face was inches from his.

She made her voice husky and urgent. “You can think whatever you like, Joey. But here are some facts. After this is done, Paige will be single. You might even leave a little implication in her mind there about...who to be attracted to, hmm? And I’ll be single too, still. And I’ll be very, very grateful to you.”

She could see him trying to resist her. And because she could see him trying, he knew that her methods were working. She slid even closer to him, her thighs moving against his. One of her sandals moved over his foot.

“Please do this for me, Joey?”

“Do...do what?”

“Help me. The day of the wedding. I need you there for support. Reading Paige’s instructions. It has to be someone I can trust. I can
trust
you, can’t I?”