Hypno Sleep - Brainwashed While Sleeping

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Authors: Cindel Sabante
Tags: rough sex, mind control, graphic sex, humiliation, bimbo
completely, James touched my leg, trying to get my attention. His hand
lingered on my thigh as he mouthed a few words that I didn't understand. But
when he pointed towards the small monitoring room, then back to himself, the
meaning was clear. I gave him a thumbs up and dropped my head back to the
mattress. I was so distracted with the lights above me that I didn't notice
just how long his hand seemed to hover on my thigh, or how James slipped his
palm down my leg, nearly to the ankle, before pulling away.
    My eyes shut. The music rose and fell, shifting
constantly. I tried to concentrate on the otherworldly tones, but my mind
fogged as the lights above me faded and bloomed along with the dulcet tones.
Within minutes, I was asleep.
    *****
    M y eyes fluttered open as I pushed myself up into a
sitting position. The music had stopped and the room was dark. What time is
it? I stepped from the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, with a
lightness in my step. I hadn't felt this good in months. But before I reached
the bathroom door, a voice from behind me made me jump.
    "Morning sleepyhead,” called James from across
the room. "Or should I say, good afternoon?"
    No way. It was barely dinnertime when I fell
asleep. I turned around and when my eyes fell to James, he was wearing the
same cocksure grin and white lab coat from yesterday, but something was
different about the lab tech. Was he always so cute?
    I shook my head as I stared at the man across the
room. He hadn't changed physically, but somehow, I had butterflies in my
stomach when I looked at him. And when he took a step closer, I felt a tingle
between my legs. What the hell?
    "Forget how to speak since yesterday?" he
asked as he closed on me.
    I ran a hand though my hair and took a step back. With
every step James took, my body wanted him that much more. Something was wrong
here. My hand closed around the door knob to the bathroom and I pushed the door
open while still facing James. " I... I'm just not a morning person.
Back in a minute."
    As the door closed I caught a whiff of his aftershave.
The heady scent of spices sent tingles over my skin. Before I knew it, my
nipples were as hard as diamonds and pressing against the tight cotton nightie.
I had to grab onto the edge of the sink to steady myself as my knees grew weak.
    What the hell is happening?! Could too much sleep
do this? And since when did skinny lab geeks turn me on?
    James knocked on the door. "Hey, want anything to
eat? Or some coffee? I know a great place right off campus."
    Ohh God, he's asking me to breakfast! But as
the rational side of my brain struggled with my strange feelings towards James,
another part of me wanted to open the door and push him to the ground. Or maybe
I would fall to the floor in front of him. James likes me on my knees.
    "What the hell?!" I turned on the faucet and
splashed cold water over my face, trying to clear out the thoughts of me and
James. He's not my type. This is wrong. But when I stepped into the
shower, a new voice rose up within me. And the voice wasn't my own. It was
James'.
    "What is your type? When was the last time
you've had a man inside of you?" The voice asked . "James would
be good to you. I would be good to you. I would make you feel so good..."
    I shut my eyes tight as hot water beat against my
skin. Got to get myself together. Got to snap out of this. But those
thoughts died a quick death when I turned around in the small shower and the
water sprayed across my hardened nipples. The simple touch of the shower's
spray against my sensitive nubs were enough to send me into convulsions. I
wasn't sure when my hand dropped between my legs, but it didn't leave again
until I came a minute later.
    Breathing heavily, I stepped out of the shower,
leaving watery footprints on the clean, white tile. I wrapped myself in a towel
as I tried to process everything. Is this just what being rested feels like?
Have I simply forgotten how horny I used to be? I liked this line

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