Hypnotized by Jonathan Ch. 03

Immersed in Control

In the dim light of the hallway, Eric stood apprehensively outside the bathroom door, the fresh paint from the nearby renovation seeming to seep into his senses, and he was acutely aware of the silence that pervaded the house. The unfamiliar sense of authority weighed heavily on him, his heart beating a steady tattoo against his ribs. With a glance at his watch, he noted that the minutes were slipping by, and his mind teetered on the edge of anticipation and fear. He was not merely waiting for the door to open; he was, in fact, waiting for the evening to unfold, unsure of the unpredictable roads on which Jonathan's perverse game would lead them.

The doorknob turned with a soft click, and Jenna stepped out into the hall, her nakedness framed in the golden glow of the bathroom light. She was an ethereal vision, the steam from the bath caressing her unclad body, accentuating her generous curves. Her breasts, full and heavy, held Eric's gaze captive. The droplets of moisture clung to her skin, their shimmering trails tracing the contours of her body, making her appear all the more alluring.

Her eyes were distant, as if she was looking beyond Eric, their glossy sheen reflecting the light, adding an air of mystique to her. "The bath is ready, Eric," she said, her voice sultry, resonating in the quiet hallway.

A wave of desire swept over Eric, stirring something primal within him. The sight of Jenna's exposed body, her inviting voice, was a tantalizing cocktail. His heart pounded against his chest, his mouth was suddenly dry, and he felt his pants growing uncomfortably tight.

"Step aside," he managed to command, his voice deeper than usual. Jenna obediently moved, allowing him to enter the steam-filled bathroom. As he stepped past her, her scent mingled with the fragrant steam of the bath, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that stirred his senses even more.

The bathtub stood before him, filled to the brim with steaming water, frothy bubbles crowning the surface. It was like a scene from a luxury spa, yet oddly intimate. Jenna stood by its side, her body glowing in the dim light, her gaze vacant as she awaited his command.

"Bend over," Eric said, his voice gruff with desire. "Check the water."

Jenna obeyed, leaning over the bathtub, her firm buttocks exposed to Eric's appreciative gaze. Her beautiful body unfolded in front of his eyes, like a canvas of desire. The curve of her back flowed into the rise of her full hips, drawing his eyes further down to her perfectly formed pussy. Her body was a thing of perfection, a symphony of curves and lines that were made for sin.

Eric watched from behind as she dipped her hand into the foaming water, her back arching slightly at the heat. The sight was intoxicating; he felt a flush of primal desire surge through him. His hands moved on their own accord, unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers fumbling with the belt buckle. As he undressed, his eyes were fixed on the alluring sight in front of him. His arousal was a tangible force, a throbbing pulse in his veins. But within this tornado of desire, a thread of confusion still remained, gnawing at him, refusing to be overshadowed.

"Get in," Eric commanded, his voice barely above a whisper, the air between them thick with anticipation. Jenna nodded, gracefully stepping into the tub, the water lapping against her thighs, enveloping her body as she sank into the frothy warmth.

Finally undressed, Eric followed suit, his hardened cock pointing the way. He slipped into the bathtub, positioning himself between Jenna's legs. His back met her full, generous breasts, their firmness pressing against his skin sending jolts of arousal through him. Jenna's legs naturally wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer to her body.

His skin prickled with the feel of her soft mounds against him, the hardened peaks of her nipples grazing his back, eliciting a gasp from him. Her breasts, wet and warm from the bath, became a comfortable cushion for his back, their size and heft a testament to their enticing allure.

The water around them seemed to come alive, shimmering with the energy they shared. The steam enveloped them in a private world of desire, a world where only they existed, her body pressed against his, her legs embracing him, their naked forms merging in the steamy heat of the bath. This was a dance of desire, a slow, seductive waltz under the veil of steam, and Eric was utterly entranced by the intoxicating melody of Jenna's body against his own.

"Wash me," Eric ordered, his voice resonating in the steamy confines of the bathroom. Jenna's hands reached out for the sponge, applying a generous dollop of body wash onto it. She started with his shoulders, rubbing the sponge in slow, languid circles, creating a foamy trail that trickled down his back and chest.

He felt her full breasts press against his back as she moved, their softness leaving him breathless. The sensations were maddening, her hands on his body, her breasts against his skin, and the warm water around them.

He let out a low groan when her hands moved down to his lower body. The teasing touch of her fingers, combined with the intoxicating closeness of her body, was driving him to the edge of sanity. He felt her breasts against his back, the hardened peaks sending jolts of arousal down his spine.

"Tease me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me you're here to serve me, that you're my toy."

Her voice, laced with obedience, echoed in the steamy bathroom. "I'm here to serve you, Eric," she murmured, her breath fanning his ear. "I'm your toy at your disposal." As the words left her lips, her hands moved to his groin, her fingers lightly grazing his hardened cock, sending him into a realm of pleasure he had never experienced before. The power he held over Jenna, combined with the sensual attention she was bestowing upon him, made this evening an intoxicating blend of dominance and desire.

Eric stood abruptly, disrupting the tranquility of the water. He turned to face Jenna, taking a moment to admire her, sitting across him. Her vacant gaze held his eyes, her glossy orbs reflecting the dim bathroom light. Her lips parted, still repeating the mantra he had commanded, "I'm here to serve you, Eric... I'm your toy at your disposal."

His gaze traced the contours of her body, his heart pounding as he took in the sight. Her breasts, water droplets beading and trickling down their generous curve, were a mesmerizing sight, an erotic testament to her womanhood.

"Sit on the edge," he ordered, the authority in his voice making Jenna flinch. She obeyed, pushing herself off from the tub's surface and carefully perched herself on the edge, her lower legs still immersed in the water.

Jenna's full breasts and inviting pussy were now on full display. The sight of her naked body, presented willingly under his command, stirred a primal desire within Eric. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, their nipples hardened by the contrasting cool air of the bathroom against the steamy heat from the bath. Water droplets sparkled on her skin, tracing the outline of her perfectly shaved pussy. The enticing view was an erotic masterpiece, a tableau of raw sexuality that was all for Eric's eyes only. The power he had over Jenna, the control, and the sight of her compliance was nothing short of intoxicating.

"Touch yourself," Eric commanded, his gaze riveted on Jenna's exposed body. "Tease me."

A breathy "Yes, Eric..." escaped her lips as she complied. Her fingers traced down her body, slowly making their way to her pussy. As her fingers started their sensual dance, she continued the mantra he had ordered, "I'm your toy... your slave... my body is here for your pleasure..."

Her fingers danced on her wet folds, rubbing her clit in slow circles. She let out a soft moan, her fingers quickening their pace as she lost herself in the pleasure, all the while her voice continued the mantra, like a sultry hymn echoing in the steamy confines of the bathroom.

Eric watched her, entranced by the sight of Jenna pleasuring herself for his enjoyment. His hand moved down to his cock, stroking it slowly, matching the rhythm of Jenna's fingers on her pussy. The sight of Jenna touching herself, her voice reverberating in his ears, sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

His eyes devoured the erotic spectacle, the sight of Jenna, lost in the throes of self-pleasure, coupled with the power he had over her, pushing him towards the edge of his own climax. The sight of her body writhing in ecstasy, her breasts jiggling with each move, and her pussy glistening in arousal was nothing short of a hypnotic spectacle, a sensual masterpiece under his control.

"Play faster," Eric growled, the sight of Jenna touching herself making him almost delirious with desire.

With an obedient nod, Jenna quickened her pace, her fingers flying over her wet folds, slick with her arousal. She plunged her fingers into her pussy, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Her eyes were glassy, vacant, her mind lost in the realm of pleasure Eric had commanded her into.

Jenna's body moved rhythmically with her fingers, her breasts bouncing enticingly with every thrust. Her wetness was evident, glistening under the dim light of the bathroom, adding to the sensual spectacle before Eric's eyes. Her voice carried her mantra over and over, punctuated by her moans, filling the bathroom with a symphony of pleasure.

"Come for me," Eric ordered, his own arousal reaching its peak.

Jenna's body stiffened, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, her fingers digging deeper into her pussy. With a loud cry, her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. Her pussy squirted, her fluids splashing onto Eric, a tangible proof of her climax.

Jenna collapsed back against the edge of the tub, her chest heaving, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Eric watched her, his eyes devouring the sight of Jenna, completely spent, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of her climax. The sight of her orgasm, coupled with her complete submission, was the pinnacle of his desires.

Eric rose from the bathtub, the water cascading down his body as he stepped onto the cool bathroom tiles. He reached for a fluffy towel, his arousal still a throbbing reminder of his unfulfilled desire. "Come here," he ordered Jenna, his voice a low rumble in the steamy room.

With her body still glowing from the heat of the bath and the intensity of her orgasm, Jenna moved to stand before him. Eric began to dry her, his movements slow and measured. He focused his attention on her large breasts, his hands roaming over their supple flesh, feeling their firmness under the plush fabric of the towel. His fingers traced the outline of her nipples, the sensation causing a soft moan to escape Jenna's lips.

Moving lower, Eric dried Jenna's thighs and then ventured towards her soaked pussy. With a gentle thrust, he pushed a finger into her, feeling her warmth envelope him. He pulled out, only to replace his finger at her tight ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jenna.

His own body was alive with desire, his cock achingly hard. The urge was too strong to resist, and he moved to press his hard-on between Jenna's thighs, creating a delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His breath hitched, the heat of her body and the sensation of his cock rubbing against her soft skin adding fuel to the fire of his desire.

He continued to hump her, his eyes locked onto Jenna's vacant ones, his hands roaming her body as waves of pleasure threatened to push him over the edge. The sight of Jenna's naked, obedient body under his control, coupled with the intoxicating feel of her beneath him, was a heady cocktail of dominance and desire.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Eric murmured, his voice husky with unsated desire. "Go wait for me in the bedroom."

"Yes, Eric..." Jenna responded, her voice a sultry whisper that echoed in the steam-filled bathroom. With a tantalizing sway of her hips, she stepped out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints in her wake. Her naked body, still glowing from the bath and the aftermath of her orgasm, was a sensual sight that made Eric's breath hitch.

But despite the allure of Jenna's enticing figure disappearing into the bedroom, Eric had a different destination in mind. He needed to take Jenna's phone. Leaving the steamy confines of the bathroom, Eric descended the stairs, his mind whirling with the implications of his new-found control over Jenna.

The evening was young, and there were many hours left for him to explore this newfound power, to explore Jenna. The thought of it sent a thrilling shiver down his spine. This was just the beginning, the opening act in a night full of possibilities.

With Jenna's phone secured, Eric made his way back upstairs, anticipation swirling within him. As he pushed open the door to Jenna's bedroom, the sight that greeted him made his heart race.

Jenna was perched on the bed, her naked body aglow in the dim light filtering through the window. The scent of the bath oils lingered on her skin, a subtle fragrance that added to the allure of the moment. Her vacant gaze met his, her glossy eyes reflecting his aroused form.

"I am here to serve you, Eric... I am your toy..." Jenna's voice was a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around him, stoking the fires of his desire. "My body... my mind... they're all yours to command..."

Eric's arousal was palpable, his cock throbbing, pointing straight and hard as steel towards Jenna. "Spread your legs, touch your breasts," he ordered, his voice filled with authority.

Obediently, Jenna complied, her legs parting to reveal her still glistening pussy. Her hands moved to her breasts, cupping their fullness, her fingers lightly grazing her hardened nipples. Her vacant eyes remained locked on Eric, her body following his command in a sensual display of obedience.

The sight was erotic, the room filled with sexual tension that was intoxicating. Eric's eyes devoured the sight of Jenna, her body displayed for him, her obedience fueling his arousal. He knew he had an entire night to explore this newfound power, an entire night to enjoy Jenna's obedience. The realization sent a thrilling shiver down his spine. The night was just beginning, and Eric was more than ready to embrace the delicious possibilities that awaited.

Author's note: Hope you enjoyed this story.