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

It also had to be someone she could control. And she knew she could control him. For whatever reason, she felt wrong about being the one to rearrange Paige’s head. But she had no problems with Joey doing it for her.

“Daniela...Daniela, I...”

She stroked a finger across his chest. “When my friend is happy and free, then I’ll finally feel free to follow my own heart, do you understand? I need this...so that you and I can be together.”

“W-what? You just said...said for me to be with Paige...”

She put a hand on his crotch, her breasts sliding up on his arm. She let out a soft gasp of mock surprise when she felt his bulge. In truth, as a virgin, she had no idea what a good or bad bulge was.

“You’re
such
a man, Joey. Everyone in town knows it. I’ve known it. I’m intimidated by you...I want you to have more than just one girl. Paige isn’t enough. I’m not enough. But together...together we could be enough for a man like you.”

She leaned in and kissed him then, hot and wet. He was good at it. That surprised her. His tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with hers. His hands went up her back and dug hard into her lithe, strong muscles there, and then tugged at her gorgeous wealth of hair.

That was enough. She did not like rough stuff. All those words, all that playing on his ego, she knew she was having exactly the effect she wanted.

“You’ll help me, won’t you Joey? You’ll help me make this dream come true?”

“Yes, Daniela,” he said, staring at her with awe. “I’ll do anything you want.”

* * * * *

J
oey, standing on the drive of the enormous, luxurious Race mansion and trying to look inconspicuous as he waited for Daniela to arrive, tried to keep focused. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was cool. A slight breeze ruffled through the nearby trees.

The marriage was to take place in the middle of the Race’s expansive mansion grounds in a little over an hour. It was a beautiful estate, full of acres of green grass and beautiful flower gardens. The marriage itself was in a little area fenced in with bushes of white roses. He could see it easily from the mile-long driveway. The only way he had gotten past the guard at the gate was with Daniela’s invitation in hand, announcing himself as her plus one.

He wore a plain blue suit, fitting tight over his slim frame. Joey had never been truly happy with his body—he always planned to add a little more muscle to his frame—but even he had to admit he looked good in a suit.

For the past week, Joey’s mind had been thoroughly focused on Daniela, Paige, the watch, and the promises made to him. Paige and Daniela kneeling before him, adoring his cock...both women completely in love with him...

To think that Daniela had wanted that, with him, this whole time! It was unreal! He felt so incredibly lucky to be a part of it.

She had been ignoring his phone calls thus far, but that was all right. She was just preparing. It was a big step they were going to take together. The only contact she had given him was to email him a script she had prepared for what to tell Paige when she was being mesmerized.

It was pretty straightforward stuff. “You don’t need Charles. You can leave him.” At the very, very end, there was stuff about Joey being rather attractive.

He had the script in his coat pocket now, ready to pull out whenever he needed it. Of course, he had memorized it, hoping to impress Daniela should she ask about it.

He looked Paige up on the internet, just to remind himself of what she looked like. He hadn’t seen her since high school, where she was firmly positioned in one of the exclusive Queen Bee spots, running crowd control on who was popular and who was welcome at social events and so on. Her methods were gentler than Daniela’s, perhaps, but were methods all the same. If anything, Paige had only become more gorgeous, easily as gorgeous as Daniela, and completely heartbreakingly distracting.

Joey, ever since hearing of what the watch could do, had been unable to stop himself from wanting to try it out in ways that he knew were completely immoral. His cock didn’t care. All he could think of was owning Daniela, owning Paige, having his own perfect girls doting on him at all times. Shifting on the concrete of the drive, his mind drifted to a daydream he had held ever since seeing Paige’s picture...

...
Paige held herself close to her MasterHusband Joey'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. He knew Paige would have a delicious time cleaning it later with her tongue.

Her hands ran up his massive body as he stood in the entryway, breathing and grunting, petting his slavewife's head. Grizzled, hot sweat covered his body.

“
May I wash you, Sir?” she asked sweetly. “Your shower fuckslut is already prepared for you.”

He nodded, grunting. When he was around her, he spoke mostly in grunts. Words didn’t really need to be wasted on obedient fucksluts like Paige.

She didn't mind. He ordered her not to, long ago. He felt that speaking so infrequently made it all the more special when he did decide to call out her name during their intense fucking sessions. She, of course, agreed.

Taking his thick, rough hand, his wifeslave Paige led him into the bathroom and stripped off his shirt. Just like always, she moaned appreciatively. She loved his body. Its thick collection of muscles, stacked on each other like bricks.

A hot moan sounded off from inside the shower when Paige opened its door. Inside was Daniela, on her knees in her brand new cheerleader lingerie—complete with stockings, pleated skirt, tiny bra top, and six-inch heels. She sat in the corner, her hands behind her back.

She was blindfolded, too—a request of Daniela's. She loved being fucked by her Master without seeing him. She said that, since Paige was Master's first slavewife and therefore so much better than her, only Paige should really be allowed to look at their Master when he came.

Joey didn't really agree—he knew that if he wanted, he should have dozens of girls watching him as he came—but he liked Daniela's initiative. Bending over at the waist, giving Joey a wonderful view of her tight, perfect ass, Paige turned on the water, making it nice and warm. Joey watched appreciatively as she she stayed out of the water's aim. He knew she didn't want to ruin the nice hot cumbath she had only just received in the entry. Later, Daniela would lick her clean.

Joey stepped into the shower, and Paige gathered up the loofah and soap and started lathering his body.

He could sense her moist cunt squirming happily as she washed her man's thick back muscles. Grunting, he pushed Daniela backward into the corner, sliding his slick, hard-again cock into her face. He fucked Daniela's face into the corner, pushing out hot little moany squeaks from the gorgeous teen.

Before long, he came once again, bathing Daniela much as he had bathed Paige just moments ago at the front of the house.

After finishing soaping him down from head to toe, Paige stepped around her Master in the large shower and undid Daniela’s blindfold, so the two of them could each step out of the shower first. They dried each other off with hand towels happily, so they wouldn't be making a mess all over.

That would be rather rude of them, to leave puddles of water all over for their Master to have to deal with. The hot lusty messes their brains turned into when Master was nearby were the only acceptable puddles in the house. He would never get them pregnant if they couldn't keep the house clean...

Joey’s mind broke from the hot reverie when he saw Daniela strutting toward him. He may have been imagining a wet dream, but she was a
walking
wet dream.

If Joey didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that this was Daniela’s wedding day. Her dress was ornate and gorgeous, surely rivaling whatever Paige had on.

Daniela, simply, looked divine. The neckline of her pure white gown dipped low, hugging her plentiful bosom, her golden hair sliding down in loving curls to highlight the obvious plump half-globes of perfection that she boasted. A long golden silk ribbon wrapped around her body, matching the elegant tresses of her mane of golden hair. The dress was inlaid with what looked to be diamonds, sparkling in the sunlight around her cleavage and arms, which were covered in long white velvet gloves that stretched up past her elbows.

Joey thought it was considered distasteful to show a lot of leg at a wedding, but still, Daniela had fantastic legs and from her dress it looked like she wanted to show them off. Apparently, she had compromised by having a sexy, sheer, white lace bottom to her dress—completely revealing her bombshell legs, but still opaque enough to not be showing off directly.

He also thought bridesmaids were not supposed to wear white, along with the bride. But Daniela was hardly
any
bridesmaid. She was the Maid of Honor, and more than that, she was the star of the show.

God, she was just the star of anything ever that she happened to be in. Watching her strut toward him, her gait so effortless and sexy in her high heels, Joey was convinced he would do anything for her. Anything to feel her kiss him again.

He was thoroughly convinced he was in love. He had jerked off countless times since that kiss just a week before, each time dreaming of tasting her tongue again, feeling her sweet hot thighs against his body again.

“I’m glad you got here when I did,” Daniela said to Joey, slipping a gloved hand over his. The feeling was bliss. “I’m not sure how I was going to explain waiting outside, looking like this, risking this dress to the elements.”

“I thought most Maids of Honor got ready with the bride?”

“I felt it better she didn’t see me until the time to do the deed,” said Daniela. “Besides. I had my own special preparation to do.”

She certainly did. Joey couldn’t look at those gloves on her hands without thinking about her soft, velvet hands stroking his cock, her sultry soft voice begging him to cum all over her face. Then she would keep stroking him, encouraging him, begging him to do it again...

Later. After today. When he had proved his loyalty to her. When he showed her how much he cared. Then she and he and Paige would be together, just like Daniela said. He loved her for offering such an amazing grouping.

He leaned in, trying to seal their greeting with a hug. She smiled and stepped back.

“Not here, darling,” she warned. “Too many can see.”

He nodded. “You’re right. Sorry.”

Relief crossed her beautiful face. Relief that their ruse would not be broken, he was sure.

Men and women were bustling all around. A catering service, all the members wearing dark button-up shirts with red bow-ties, were busy preparing tables and situating floral arrangements on the plethora of tables.

“It would have been such a nice wedding,” Daniela said. “It’s almost too bad.”

Something caught her eye across the grounds. He looked with her, but only saw Charles.

“Almost...” Her voice had gotten wistful.

Jealousy attacked Joey’s thoughts—he tried to hold it off. Surely she didn’t want Charles. That was just some rumor. She had told him her intentions, had promised him!

If he couldn’t trust Daniela, who could he trust?

She took his hand, the velvet of her gloves so soft and amazing, and he looked back into those deep blue, perfect eyes. All angry thoughts evaporated entirely.

“Meet me in Paige’s dressing room in five minutes,” she told him. “Exactly five minutes. Got it?”

“Yes,” he said. “Of course. I’ll be there.”

He watched her walk off, strutting in her five-inch heels. Her ass had a naturally sexy sway that he could have watched for hours. She knew she was gorgeous. Somehow, that made her even hotter. That she knew exactly how hot she was, that she understood everything that she did to the people around her, being so incredibly beautiful and superior.

Nobody questioned him or his purpose as he made his way through the grounds, following Daniela at a distance. Without any way of knowing where Paige was, the only real way to get there was to follow his love. This just made sense. He wasn’t trying to be surreptitious—or at least, not anymore than his motive required.

So then, he felt really strange hiding behind a nearby bush when Daniela ran into Charles. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she was obviously flirting with him. Charles’s eyes were clearly eating up Daniela’s dress, so sensationally sexy, especially with the living goddess who was inside of it.

Jealousy attacked Joey again. He tried to fend it off. She had called him
darling
. That
meant
something, didn’t it?

But there she was, flirting with Charles, the same way she had with Joey. Was it all a feint? Was she trying to distract Charles, trying to manipulate him somehow? Or had she been trying to manipulate Joey?

Something about all of this struck Joey as completely, totally wrong. He wanted to believe Daniela. He really, really did. She was so gorgeous, and his heart just thumped at the thought of waking up next to her body every day...and waking up to Paige on top of that, oh wow! What a dream!

But...suspicion ran around his mind like a dark cloud. He knew what everyone else in town said about her. How she was a royal bitch. How she would cut someone’s throat as soon as look at them. She had ended relationships of Joey’s in the past, but that was only because those girls were wrong for him, weren’t they? He believed that.

And Daniela had told him to believe it.

No, he thought, watching her smiling angelically as Charles walked off. No, he wouldn’t believe such terrible things about her. She was an angel. A goddess. She wasn’t worthy of such negative thoughts.

Daniela approached a small guest house on the far side of the grounds. There were plenty of bushes he could use as cover, and so he was actually quite close when Paige stepped outside, fanning her lovely face with her hands. Her dark hair had been done up in a gorgeous arrangement, one thick shiny braid looping back around the long locks waterfalling down her luscious back.