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I had broken her will. Now Honey was more than just an enthralled sex slave; she was mine, body and soul. "And I will be yours, Honey," I whispered.
"Take me, master," Honey replied, more strongly, as I stopped the assault on her senses. She was flushed, breathing very heavily. Honey's pretty blue eyes opened slowly, the pupils dilated and the expression far away. I held out my hand, and Honey stood, placed her hand docilely in mine, and allowed me to lead her, like a child, to the bedroom.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, and drew her forward for our first kiss. Honey opened her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue crossed the threshold of my lips with care, and sweet intentions. She probed my mouth slowly, intertwined her tongue with my own, and we stayed locked, kissing. Honey's passion was gentle and deliberate; I had no control over this, nor did I want any. We weren't in a hurry. Her hands slid over my back and around my neck as our lips would part for brief seconds. We'd get some air, then resume kissing. Both of us were fully dressed, and I was almost fully erect.
My hands slid to her waist, and I unfastened her skirt. Honey's mouth hummed against mine, and she stepped back, sat on the bed, and removed it. The wet spot on her panties was clearly visible. I joined her on the bed and massaged her covered, damp crotch while we kissed some more. She moaned, and her arms hung limply, hands resting helplessly on the bed. Our chests were pressed together, and I could feel the pattern on her bra tease my nipples when we would move. "How do you feel, Honey?"
Again, she moaned, softly. I wasn't surprised until she actually spoke. "I'm... soooooo... hot, master. Please... I-I-I want you." Her eyes fluttered and Honey gasped quietly. The seed of temptation had turned into a forest of desire. "Ohhhh, mass-terrrrr..." she whined. Her legs were vibrating, but I wouldn't let her have any more stimulation than the teasing external massage through her soaked panties.
"I wish to pleasure you, Honey. Your master is gentle and loving with his wonderful slave. You are so beautiful and tempting. Tell me, what may I do to demonstrate my care for you, my lovely, alluring Honey." Her breathing had quickened during my monologue, and her eyes had closed again. The vivid picture that immediately appeared in her mind's eye let me know exactly she wanted me to do. Still, I wanted her to tell me.
"N-nn-nngh..." Honey gurgled, having been at a moderate level of arousal for an hour and a half. I had been keeping her within hailing distance of orgasm, but she wasn't going to be able to get there without my help. "Lick -- meeee," she said plaintively, her eyes abruptly opening and focusing. Deliberately, I removed her blouse with care, then undressed myself next. Honey reached for, but could not touch my erection. Honey's seduction and obvious prolonged arousal were more than enough to keep me hard. She was sexy, and she was mine.
I removed her bra and panties, revealing all of Honey's body in its naked beauty. My lips met her warm, flushed body just below her ear, close to the juncture of neck and head, sending a tremble of passion through her. I paused, then nuzzled her soft round breasts, licking at the flesh, leaving little wet trails as I used the tip and broad of my tongue at random. Honey's back arched a little, and I teased her erect nipples, adding my fingers to the gentle physical stimulation. After a brief time, I moved my oral attentions further south. I sucked at Honey's navel, eliciting a throaty, quiet moan, a guttural, yet feminine sound that made my cock twitch. It made me consider just fucking her right then; but the urge went away; after all, I had a promise to keep. This was the time for Honey's desires. There would be plenty of time for mine, later.
I barely touched her inner thigh with the tip of my tongue, while stroking the smooth skin around her stomach. Her back arched in instant response, and a small tremor moved her legs. I painted a shiny path with the flat of my tongue, traveling towards her knee. Honey's breathing was very excited, but her thoughts were not coherent enough to even worry about when I'd get to the heart of the matter. I eased a physic damper around her mind; she'd need it soon. She whimpered when my hands slid along her legs, intentionally avoiding her sex, a flowing motion with the back of my hands running to her torso, a flick of the wrist to graze her breasts with my nails, and the gentle caress of my palm and fingers as my hands returned to their origin. I could feel her mental and physical response to the touching, as it increased for a few strokes, and then slowly died down as her body acclimated itself to the contact, a warm, contented feeling spreading through her. My tongue rolled up Honey's leg from her knee along the inner thigh, coming to rest just to the right of her wet, aromatic slit. I felt her inner heat along the side of my face, and Honey's lower torso had frozen, as if anticipating the magic moment. I slowly ran my tongue around the outside of her lower lips, so full and swollen with arousal, the flush of sexual readiness in evidence all over her body. I skipped over the super-sensitive bundle of nerves, and continued tracing an outline. Once the circle had been completed, I grabbed her hips and brushed her pouting sex as lightly as I could with my mouth. Honey's body began oscillating before I had moved more than an inch. The oscillations grew, and my grasp became tighter, to keep her lithe body relatively still. I felt a crackle of mental electricity assault the damper I had placed around Honey's brain; she was close to coming, but it wasn't time for that yet. I dug my tongue into her with a long, slow, bob of my head, slurping at her juices. Honey was aptly named.
The gurgle that formed in her throat began from somewhere very close to my nose, and I rotated my head slowly, controlling my extended tongue. I sucked slowly, gently at the sweet essence of my wonderful lover, the essence that Honey produced so copiously for me. Honey quivered. I continued to circle the inside of her cunt, and her breathing became increasingly erratic. I strengthened the damper around Honey's mind, as orgasm attempted to possess her. I wouldn't be able to keep it back for long, but those extra seconds or minutes of pre-orgasm would just intensify the release when it came. I savored her, playing my tongue around her pussy, tongue fully extended one time, stimulating her inner walls, head pulled back the next, playing with the outside of her slit. My head began to hurt from the mental strain of containing Honey's explosion; her thighs and stomach were rock-hard, her face was beet-red, and I could see the knot in her throat where her scream had been trapped. I removed the barrier between her mind and her nervous system, then rocked Honey's swollen, red, and previously ignored, clit. Honey jerked one time and stiffened again. My tongue slowly bobbed her clit, and Honey began to flow. My attentions turned to her slit, as I used long, cleansing licks, starting from her pleasure button, and going as far down as I could, close to the crack of her ass.
Her hips were pumping, aiding my efforts. Honey's cries of ecstasy filled the suite, control of her body gone as her long-denied release assailed her mind, its intensity doubled by the delay. My cock throbbed beneath me, warm, white fluid shooting from it as I was also a passenger on Honey's express, the mental link letting me eavesdrop on her ecstasy, triggering my ejaculation. And I lapped and licked and sucked and swallowed for minutes, an eternity, and I lost track and Honey moaned and thrashed her body bouncing, gasping sobs coming from her mouth as she kept cumming, her thighs clasping and releasing my head feeding me all of her body and senses as I kept licking...
Hands pushed at my head. "Oh!! Oh!! Oh!!" Uncontrolled gasps went through Honey's vocal cords, raising their pitch, turning them into nonsensical squeaks. I moved from between Honey's legs, sliding alongside her. She was breathing heavily, her blue eyes open, glassy, and distant. Honey's body was heavy on the bed, sweat covering her as she trembled lightly. I brushed her hair aside, and kissed her cheek tenderly, caringly. "Relax, my pretty flower. You have many such pleasures to come. Enjoy this memory of ecstasy, and the warm waves that wash you. Luxuriate in this feeling. I will wait for you, my sweet Honey," I cooed lovingly. Honey's body was still highly sensitive to the touch, as my fingertip caress made her tremble involuntarily.
I was awakened by a gentle brush of lips across mine. "Thank you, master," was all she said, the clear, starry blue eyes carrying the real depth of the message. Honey looked at me questioningly. I pulled her on top of me and kissed her, then I let Honey take the lead. Our tongues slowly played together, bring our senses to arousal's edge. Her hands caressed my chest lazily, and she slid them around my neck and ears. Her head met my chest, and she began to kiss her way down my body. She gave me a blazing blue look, eyes smoldering with desire.
I touched her head, stopping her. "You have to go to work tomorrow, and you do not have a change of clothes," I said gently. "But we have for- ever." Honey's eyes lowered, making my heart beat a little faster, as the expression on her pretty face was enough to send some blood to my dick.
Honey slid her hand to my cock and ran her hand along its milk chocolate length. It grew a little in response. "But I belong to you," she countered softly, without looking at me. Her eyes were fixed hungrily on my cock, which responded to her gentle grip and lewd gaze. "I am yours, my love."
That wasn't quite true; buried well underneath her newly weaved mind was a glowing thought of her husband. It wasn't anywhere that she'd be able to find it, except maybe in an occasional dream, but I marveled. I had never run into any woman who had been able to keep their previous/ current lover in their minds after I'd gotten through. In fact, there had been a few who had been quite happy to help me remove that portion of their memories. I looked at Honey's creamy skin, and the contrast between our naked bodies. Her physical beauty increased my desire, and her hunger for me was evident. I didn't need any mental powers to know what she wanted to do next.
I reluctantly pulled her back to face me. "As much as I desire you and as much as you please me --" I paused to tinker with her mind again. "You love your husband. True love is a rare enough occurrence that I can't destroy it if I find it." Honey opened her mouth to protest, but I used my power to uncover her thoughts of David, and she stopped before a word could escape. "No, Honey, it is best this way." Her eyes glazed over as my power gained more control over her. "You will hold this night, and our magic bond deep inside of you. You will always respond to my call, for you have given yourself to me body and soul." I murmured to myself, "But I cannot have your heart." Taking a deep breath, I continued, "You must forget until you hear my call. I will call you again, Honey, but I cannot say when." The flow of power increased, and her eyelids drooped. "Yes, Honey... Forget... Until we meet again..."
"N-N-n-no... please... don't... make me... forrr..." Honey fought me, trying to retain her new identity. I gave a fleeting tap to the pleasure center in her brain, which distracted her long enough for me to assert complete control, and lock out her efforts at resistance.
"Get dressed, and go home," I said, voice tinged with regret. A few minutes later she was ready to leave. "Kiss me one last time," I suggested, still keeping Honey in light thrall until the absolute last second. Her warm, responsive kiss, and loving embrace made me regret letting her go, but it was the right thing to do. I couldn't promise that I'd never see her again; I had had my first taste of Honey, and I was hooked. "Goodbye for now. When you get home, you will only remember my commands, hidden away deep inside of you." A parting glance at her fine legs as she left sent a strong twitch to my cock. I picked up the phone.
"Front desk, this is Alex. May I help you?" came the bright, professionally cheerful female voice. A minute later, I hung up the phone to get some sleep. I was going to have a personal wake up call from the willowy blonde who had checked me in when the night shift was over.