Bimbo Builder Academy Ch. 10

The blonde's green eyes slid open again, fixing on his face. "I'm just getting in the mood, Daddy." And there it was again, the breathy falsetto that oozed an intoxicating blend of innocence and promise.

I could see Harrison's cheeks flush, and felt my own body respond. Between my legs, my cock pulsed. I let out a soft sigh that was almost a groan. The emotions battled it out in my body, most of me knowing I needed to stay calm and collected while a sliver of my primal nature just wanted to pounce on the gorgeous woman on the screen and make her mine.

You're mine.

"I... ahem, yes. Well, what was it you wanted to show me?" Harrison nodded over at the open laptop without looking away from Lena's face.

"Hmm..." Lena scooted her feet out from under her and bent forward over the laptop. "I'll just let it speak for itself."

Down the front of her dress I could see the promising shadow of her cleavage, and I watched as Harrison took a peek. From our angle, Danielle and I couldn't see what was happening on the laptop screen, but Lena's fingers tap-tap-tapped away. A second later she glanced up at Harrison.

The man glanced away immediately, trying to pretend he hadn't been checking her out.

"Don't worry, Daddy..." Lena's hand left the keyboard and slid up the thick robe that draped across his thigh. Her hair draped down across her face as she bent her head and leaned towards the man, her lips brushing across his shoulder. Her fingers were delicate.

I watched them as they slipped up, over Harrison's belt and then—

"Ah! Here we are."

The man's face, which had been rigidly set in an expression somewhere between surprise and excitement, turned into a frown of confusion as the young woman pulled her hand out of the pocket of his robe, pulling free a tangled pair of white earbuds.

I recognized now. Lena was still acting. It was just how she'd been trained to act, really. How she'd been conditioned. Flirting, teasing, building up Harrison St. John to a fever pitch. He would have been suspicious, otherwise. And, if all she'd done was her usually ice queen routine, he might have been tempted to trigger her sooner. As it was, I'll bet the man was actually getting into it. Maybe even wondering if he'd done so well last night that he didn't need to trigger her to get what he wanted.

"Here. Let me do this for you." The blonde's slim fingers were untangling the earbuds and then trailing up his cheek, slipping them into his ears. First one, then the other. Her face was close to Harrison's but when the man leaned forward to kiss her she turned her head shyly and it landed on her cheek. "Daddy..." she teased. "Be patient."

The man shifted side to side on the cushions, sighing softly. The laptop covered the camera's view of the man's crotch but I recognized that movement. Harrison St. John was getting more and more turned on. I would have bet that he was sporting a sizable tent in the front of his robe.

"What is this, darling?" The older man was looking at the screen now as Lena pulled back and plugged the trailing wire into the headphone... jack. "One of your... classes?" He looked away, into her face. "I can think of something I'd much rather be doing than— Oh..."

Lena's fingers were stroking his jaw and slowly guiding his face back towards the screen as she clambered up onto the couch beside him. "Don't worry, Daddy..." she murmured, her fingers slipping up his cheeks and massaging his temples. "Please let me show you." The cocktail dress bunched up as she slipped one leg over the back of the couch and then the other, sliding over the back and then leaning over behind her false father. Her hands massaged his scalp, down his neck, his shoulders. I could imagine her breath, hot and teasing, on his skin.

"Ohwow..." Harrison St. John's body slumped a little lower in his seat as her fingers prodded and pressed at his tense muscles.

"Good," Lena agreed soothingly. "Just press Play now."

"Okay..."

The man reached forward, obviously not wanting to leave the reach of Lena's massaging fingers, and his hand fell on the keyboard.

Yes! I felt a surge of victory rush through me, and I wanted to pump my fist. From the way Harrison's eyes widened slightly, I could tell that the video was playing, and when I twitched my focus up the screen to Lena's face I could see that her own eyes were squeezed shut. Smart.

I hadn't realized I'd had my hand lifted, fist clenched with nervous tension, but now I let it drop to my side. It landed on Danielle's thigh, and I let my thumb brush in a small sweep across her smooth skin. I glanced over.

All we have to do now is wait, I thought. And hope that it works on Harrison as well as it did on Danielle...

The woman's face was intent on the screen, her lips parted and her brow furrowed in an intense focus. Since Lena had worn the cocktail dress again, and Danielle had slipped on whatever was handy, the brunette was actually wearing the skirt I'd purchased for Lena earlier in the afternoon. Her blouse rose and fell rapidly with quick breaths.

I frowned, slightly. "Danielle..." I murmured. "Are you alright?"

"I'm..." Danielle glanced over, then away. She blinked, slowly, looked down at my hand on her thigh and then shook her head like she was brushing away a stray thought. She pushed herself to her feet with a reassuring smile. "I'm going to go get a glass of water."

I nodded and glanced back at the video.

Harrison's attention seemed fixated on the screen of his laptop. But if he managed to break free from its control... I needed to be ready. My own breath was coming quicker now. Even though we'd used the same video on Danielle three or four hours ago to great effect, I still felt the doubts running through my—

"What... what's going on?"

My head snapped sideways so fast that if I'd been wearing my LucidSpecs they would have flown right off.

Danielle was standing in the kitchen, a glass of water in one hand, staring across the counter at me with a mingled look of confusion and suspicion. Her voice was different, somehow. It was like her accent had changed, though she didn't have one. Her voice was lower, more assertive, with a mellow undercurrent of... Something. Determination, maybe? It seemed to say she would get to the bottom of it. Whatever it was.

"Danielle?" I rose to my feet, my fingers flexing anxiously. Oh no... I thought. Oh crap.

The young woman blinked, tossed her hair back from her face. She seemed to consider me for a moment, like she was wondering whether to tell me something.

I knew what was going on. Just watching one Academy video hadn't been enough. Danielle's subconscious was bucking against our control. We were losing her.

What the lovely young woman said, though, brought that train of thought to an abrupt and jarring halt. "You're not talking to Danielle right now. This is Raven." She glanced around the hotel room. "Are we here to fuck, or what?"

I froze, my brain overloading as I tried to handle all the variables being lobbed my way at once. My voice was wooden. "What?" Raven? Who the hell is Raven?

The brunette shifted her weight, looked at the glass in her hand, slowly set it down on the marble countertop. Clink. "You met Danielle earlier?" She asked it quietly, though she obviously already knew the answer.

"Um..."

"Shit," she swore softly. She sucked an exasperated breath in through her teeth. "And it seems from your reaction that I didn't bring you up here to an abandoned hotel room to fuck..." Her dark eyes slid down my body and back up, and I could tell she'd just mentally undressed me.

It was a strange feeling. I knew I was looking at Danielle, had been interacting with her all afternoon. But she seemed different, somehow. The way she held herself had changed, ever so slightly. And the voice, too. And, of course, there were the crazy things she was saying.

I shot a glance at the screen. Harrison was still staring at the laptop. Lena was still gently stroking his hair, rubbing his shoulders, helping him to relax into whatever he was seeing. Ten minutes, more or less. That was the length of the video. I just had to keep this situation under control until then. Then Lena and I could figure out what was going on.

I don't know when I'd gotten to my feet, but I was standing now. I wanted to walk across the room to the brunette, but I didn't know how she'd respond. I still couldn't tell if this was some strange reaction to the hypnosis. Or something else... I thought. But if it was something else, I had no idea what it could be.

Danielle narrowed her eyes, obviously also uncertain. Her glance twitched to the computer on the table in front of us and then back up to me. "Who are you?" she asked. "And what the hell is going on?"

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I shook my head, spreading my hands helplessly. Ten minutes, I thought. That was the length of the video Lena was playing for Harrison. I just need to stall Danielle for ten minutes. Then, Lena would be done with the man and she could help me handle this situation.

Slowly, I took a step forward. I knew I couldn't wait for Lena. I didn't have that kind of time. I needed to solve this problem myself. Quickly. "Raven?"

The woman's face twisted into a confused expression as I said the name. It was unfamiliar to me, but by the way she responded it was obviously... well, hers. I ignored the fact that that didn't make any sense.

"What?" Her voice was uncertain.

"You did bring me here... Don't you remember?" The lie was easy. I just took what she'd said, what she'd assumed was the truth, and returned it to her. It was almost mathematical. I took her truth into my mind, reflected it to the other side of the axis of truth, and projected it back.

Danielle shook her head slightly, blinking several times. One hand pressed down on the counter, another against her forehead. "I..."

I walked closer, slowly. My body was thrumming. Part of it was the left over arousal from watching Lena seduce and tease Harrison. Part of it was the gorgeous woman in front of me, her full lips parted in panting gasps and those dark eyes staring into my face with a burning intensity. But, I must admit, a lot of it was the lie. Not the lie itself. The power that it gave me, to alter the reality of the woman in front of me. With a few simple words. Just to add a truth to her experience. Or take it away.

And I should have been worried or frightened by that feeling. But I wasn't. Because I had a job to do. I had to contain whatever was happening, before the woman in front of me did something that might put Lena in danger.

"We came here together." I slipped around the counter toward Danielle, and she was staring at me now with wide eyes. Her fingers twitched. I didn't know how I knew what I needed to say. Maybe a primal calculation that I couldn't understand. But I did know. And I said it. "Because we wanted to fuck."

Then, she was kissing me.

I was caught off guard. Her hands were on my shirt front, fingers tightening around the cloth as her hips ground forward against the bulge in my pants. Her lips were hot and her tongue slipped between them, probing into my mouth. But I wasn't about to overthink it. Instead, I was going to do whatever it took to keep this woman distracted.

My hands were on her hips. Then they slid around, cupped her ass and squeezed. Her ass was bouncy and pliant under my fingers.

Danielle moaned into my mouth, grinding her body up against mine. And then her hands slipped down the front of my polo, over my belt, pressed down around the bulge and stroked. She wanted me. It was a desperate, wanton need that I could practically taste in her kisses.

And she was going to get me.

"Don't move." Her voice was a husky, sexy order as she pulled back, pushing me up against the counter.

My hands fell to my sides, gripping the smooth countertop with white knuckles. "What do you m—?" I started to ask, but then she was sliding to her knees and the question died on my lips.

Her fingers undid my buckle. Clink. My zipper was pulled away. Zippp. And then my slacks and boxers were down around my knees and my rigid manhood was swaying free, just inches from her pouting lips and bright, sex-glazed eyes. One thing I could already tell. Raven wasn't like Danielle. Danielle was cheerful and bright and submissive. Raven, though, was fierce and smoldering and dominant. Her chocolate eyes stared up into mine as she leaned forward, her breath hot on the head of my cock. Then, with a moan, her lips were wrapped around it and she was sliding forward, my shaft slipping into her mouth.

"Fuckkk..." I groaned. I couldn't look away. There was something magnetic about her eyes, about the way she never looked away as my length slipped into her throat and she shuddered with pleasure.

She bobbed her head, tongue bathing my length. Her hot, wet mouth was perfect on my manhood, heating me up from the inside out. Her eyes bored into mine, smoky and seductive as her cheeks hollowed. I could feel myself growing harder between her lips, my shaft pulsing with need as my entire body responded. I could feel blood pounding in my temples, but most of it was rushing south, my brain dulling until there was only one thing on my mind.

Lena and Harrison St. John were far away, distant troubles. Kneeling before me was the only thing that mattered. A gorgeous babe, willing and waiting. Raven... My fingers cupped her cheeks and eased Raven's mouth off the head of my shaft with a soft pop.

She stared up at me, fluttering her lashes, her lips parted in a seductive O. She didn't say anything, just panted, tits heaving.

I growled. "Up." And then I bent, lifting her to her feet as she moaned with desire. My muscles flexed and I was lifting her into the air, swiveling and depositing her on the counter.

"Mmm... Yes please..." Raven hiked up her skirt, spreading her legs for me. No panties, her glistening snatch radiating heat like an oven as I stepped out of my slacks and kicked them sliding across the tiled section of the floor. The brunette leaned away, arching her back and offering up her tits for my appraisal.

One hand gripped my cock by the base as I lined up with her pussy and the other hand slid up under her blouse, firmly massaging one bouncy breast. I could feel her nipple, hard against my palm, and squeezed it between two of my fingers.

"Ohmygawdyesss..." The groan rolled off her tongue, and then her eyes captured mine once again. "Fuck me." The order sounded like a honeyed invitation.

I grunted as I thrust, her tight inner tunnel gripping and squeezing my entire length as I buried myself to the hilt.

"Yesss!"

Her head fell back, dark waves of hair cascading around her neck and face. Her eyes rolled up, her body shaking as the first stroke was enough to send her over the edge. One of my hands was braced on the marble counter and one of hers fastened around that wrist, squeezing tight as wave after wave of electric pleasure washed over her.

The ecstasy was practically infectious. I could feel her body begging me for more, and I obliged. I thrust. Pulled back. Thrust again. My muscles tight as I gripped Raven by one hip and watched her body writhe on my rigid pole.

"More... Please! Fuck me harderrr!" Her voice was a breathless, wanton sound, gasoline poured on the fire of my own need.

I fucked her harder.

With another grunt I slid one arm fully around her slim waist and lifted her into the air like she weighed nothing, striding across the floor with my length still half-buried in her body. Then, Raven crying out with surprise, I threw her down across the couch on her back. Her body bounced, eyes wide as she stared up at me.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered. My voice was thick with lust, almost unrecognizable.

She tossed her head, hair falling across the cushions. "Is that how you want to take me?" she purred, one hand stroking up her stomach. She kneaded one breast, biting her lower lip. Her eyes flashed, dangerously hot and sharp. Like she wanted me to fight her, to take ownership over her. "From behind? Like a bitch in heat? And what if I say—?"

I didn't have the patience. I growled and bent over her, my hand gripping her hip and then my body tensing as I flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Ohhh..." Her moan was desperate as she shoved herself up and I knelt behind her, one hand coming down in a ringing smack across a bouncy hemisphere of ass. She shivered, throwing her tumbling hair to one side as she looked over her shoulder at me. "Well...?"

The question drifted into a cry of pleasure when I slid into her body without hesitation, bottoming out and feeling the head of my cock massage her deepest walls. I was going even deeper from this angle, and Raven pushed back against me. Her ass bounced against my pelvis as I pistoned inside her over and over, her body rippling with ecstasy.

I was feeling a bliss of my own, my body radiating heat as shock after shock of hot, thick pleasure radiated out from my core. My toes curled, my fingertips tensing against her smooth skin.

"Harder!" she begged. "I want you to cum so hard for me, sir... I want you to fill me up with your hot, sticky seed..."

Ohshit... My brain blanked out as I came, her words slamming into the pleasure sensors of my brain and jamming down without restraint. I slid inside her body and let loose, my cock spasming and shooting rope after rope of spunk across her inner walls. My balls ached, my abs sore from being so tight. I groaned as her body clenched my cock and squeezed, milking every drop of my essence.

"Yesss..." Her moan slid into my brain and filled me with a peaceful satisfaction. "Ohfuckyesss..."

My body sagged, the fierce, fast, hard sex hitting my muscles and leaving them sore and satisfied. Like we'd just done an intense couple's workout. Fuck... The satisfied thought drifted across my brain as I pulled slowly back, my body singing with the final chords of tension.

Then, the beautiful brunette sagged beneath me and I slipped down beside her, my arm circling around her body and pulling her body into mine. I didn't realize that I'd shoved several of the pillows aside, but one of them was now under my head and I rested back against it.

There was a moment of silence.

"Mitch?"

It was Danielle's voice. I wasn't sure how I knew, but it was. Just with the one word, her tone and rhythm were back to normal. "Danielle?" I asked.

"Yeah..." She let her head fall back against my chest. I felt her slim body sigh, the kind of long sigh where you know you have a lot of explaining to do and don't know where to start.

I had no idea if the hypnotic conditioning from the Academy video was still working, but she hadn't freaked out about fucking me. So I had to assume that it was. "Are you alright?" I shifted slightly, my fingers cupping her hip.

"Yeah..."

I knew it had been almost ten minutes. That our crazy whirlwind sex had been fast and furious and Lena would be wondering what was going on. Where we were. But I couldn't not ask. "What just happened? Who's Raven?"

Danielle took in a deep breath and held it for a moment. She turned on the couch, then, wriggling around so she could turn and face me. Her body was soft against mine.

I could see the conflict behind her eyes.

She blew it out in a sigh. "I... I don't know."

I didn't say anything. She knew it as well as I did. She had nearly sent everything into a crazy tailspin. There had to be some sort of explanation.