control in the bedroom and, to a somewhat lesser degree, outside of the bedroom as well, something most women didn’t enjoy to the extent that I did. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d find it odd that I wanted to dress her every day, that I got off on seeing her wear clothing and jewelry I provided her with.
I couldn’t take the risk that Hannah wouldn’t be turned on by my preferred sexual lifestyle, so tonight I would mold her mind, awaken desires in her she was unaware she had, give her subconscious permission to be as open and wild with sex as she wanted, without guilt. Through my careful training, Hannah will soon learn that giving me that control will be to her great benefit, that I will take care of her in every way and love doing it. She may be starved for affection, but I hadn’t had anyone to love in over ten years. My need to cosset her was compulsive, and building her dream home had been an act of worship to a woman oblivious of how much her life was about to change.
I wasn’t like the men she usually picked to fixate on, spineless and weak boys who reminded me of her father. He was a pathetic man, still living in thrall of his bitch wife while ignoring his daughter. At some point one of them would get sick, or lonely, and I’d bet my Rolls they would suddenly want to reconnect with Hannah. Fuck that. They didn’t deserve her and I planned to keep them out of her life, and mine. I had such a good future planned for Hannah, one that would give her everything she needed to be happy, and she would reward me with her love while I rewarded her with painful pleasure.
When I hurt her, when I spanked her ass red or tied up her breasts until they were almost purple, I needed her to get off on it. From my studies of Hannah, I suspected she might be a masochist, so my hypnotic suggestion would have a greater chance of taking root. Unlike in the movies, hypnosis can’t reprogram people like robots; the human brain is too complex and messed up for anyone to be able to do that. However, a trained hypnotist can influence the subject, plant little suggestions that the subject’s mind can absorb as its own truth.
I’ve trained with the best in the world on using hypnosis during interrogation, and I’ve experimented extensively with mind control during interrogation sessions, but I’ve never used the knowledge I gained to fuck around with the mind of an innocent before.
If I was a better man, I would have felt guilty about what I was about to do, but the only emotions rolling through me were anticipation and satisfaction.
This would work, I knew it would, and it would give the Cordova brothers some desperately needed hope. Since Nina’s betrayal, none of them had taken a woman for anything other than fucking, and they always had their bodyguards with them, even in the bedroom. Their trust in any female outside of their family had dwindled to zero, and I know it hurt Judith to see her boys so emotionally cut off. It hurt the cartel as well; the brothers’ ruthless behavior was bordering on psychopathic and causing problems. They needed the anchor of a good woman to hold them to their sanity, to give them something to live for. They needed the bright light of a girl adoring them, and they needed to be able to trust that her smile didn’t hide a pair of poisonous fangs.
But beyond helping the Cordovas, if my experiment with Hannah worked, I would have my baby girl, the greatest prize in the world, and no one could take her from me.
Not even my fucked-up self.
“Hannah,” I said softly, loving the ethereal, breathy feel of her name on my tongue. “Can you hear me?”
Her eyes opened the slightest bit, the pupils huge from the drugs coursing through her system, her mind unguarded. “Hi, Leo.”
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m going to ask you some questions. Do you think you can answer them for me?”
“Sure.”
The word was slurred, but I understood her. “I asked you earlier to think about what you
I couldn’t take the risk that Hannah wouldn’t be turned on by my preferred sexual lifestyle, so tonight I would mold her mind, awaken desires in her she was unaware she had, give her subconscious permission to be as open and wild with sex as she wanted, without guilt. Through my careful training, Hannah will soon learn that giving me that control will be to her great benefit, that I will take care of her in every way and love doing it. She may be starved for affection, but I hadn’t had anyone to love in over ten years. My need to cosset her was compulsive, and building her dream home had been an act of worship to a woman oblivious of how much her life was about to change.
I wasn’t like the men she usually picked to fixate on, spineless and weak boys who reminded me of her father. He was a pathetic man, still living in thrall of his bitch wife while ignoring his daughter. At some point one of them would get sick, or lonely, and I’d bet my Rolls they would suddenly want to reconnect with Hannah. Fuck that. They didn’t deserve her and I planned to keep them out of her life, and mine. I had such a good future planned for Hannah, one that would give her everything she needed to be happy, and she would reward me with her love while I rewarded her with painful pleasure.
When I hurt her, when I spanked her ass red or tied up her breasts until they were almost purple, I needed her to get off on it. From my studies of Hannah, I suspected she might be a masochist, so my hypnotic suggestion would have a greater chance of taking root. Unlike in the movies, hypnosis can’t reprogram people like robots; the human brain is too complex and messed up for anyone to be able to do that. However, a trained hypnotist can influence the subject, plant little suggestions that the subject’s mind can absorb as its own truth.
I’ve trained with the best in the world on using hypnosis during interrogation, and I’ve experimented extensively with mind control during interrogation sessions, but I’ve never used the knowledge I gained to fuck around with the mind of an innocent before.
If I was a better man, I would have felt guilty about what I was about to do, but the only emotions rolling through me were anticipation and satisfaction.
This would work, I knew it would, and it would give the Cordova brothers some desperately needed hope. Since Nina’s betrayal, none of them had taken a woman for anything other than fucking, and they always had their bodyguards with them, even in the bedroom. Their trust in any female outside of their family had dwindled to zero, and I know it hurt Judith to see her boys so emotionally cut off. It hurt the cartel as well; the brothers’ ruthless behavior was bordering on psychopathic and causing problems. They needed the anchor of a good woman to hold them to their sanity, to give them something to live for. They needed the bright light of a girl adoring them, and they needed to be able to trust that her smile didn’t hide a pair of poisonous fangs.
But beyond helping the Cordovas, if my experiment with Hannah worked, I would have my baby girl, the greatest prize in the world, and no one could take her from me.
Not even my fucked-up self.
“Hannah,” I said softly, loving the ethereal, breathy feel of her name on my tongue. “Can you hear me?”
Her eyes opened the slightest bit, the pupils huge from the drugs coursing through her system, her mind unguarded. “Hi, Leo.”
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m going to ask you some questions. Do you think you can answer them for me?”
“Sure.”
The word was slurred, but I understood her. “I asked you earlier to think about what you
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