"Mr. Fimmel..." I breathed. It felt like my heart stopped for a few minutes. Jacob Fimmel was standing right in front of me. The same Jacob Fimmel that had fucked my mother. The same Jacob Fimmel who I'd just been thinking about with my hand in my pussy.
"No, excuses." Jacob smiled and let go of my hand. "I've tried everything to help me sleep. You're the only person who has managed to make a difference. I've actually have been sleeping better."
He flashed me another smile as I swallowed hard.
"Ok..." I couldn't find my voice. All I could see was his naked ass rising as his thick dick descended into my mother's cunt, over and over again.
Jacob's brow furrowed slightly.
"I'm not bothering you, am I? I know you have school and..."
"Oh, no no. I'm not busy right now." I lie.
Shit, what was I doing? I couldn't do this again. Last time was a fluke and it had ended in a really, really shocking revelation.
He grinned at me then and his eyes lit up. "Great."
There was a pause before I realized he was waiting on me to invite him in.
"Um, come in." I stepped aside and gestured to the living room.
It felt weird having him inside the house again...especially because he'd just been in here fucking my mother!
I stared at his back as he headed to the couch. Shouldn't I be angry at him? Shouldn't I be furious at them both?
Fuck.
I frowned.
I wasn't angry at all. Instead, I was...nervous?
Damn. It's weird the effect he had on me.
I watched as Jacob settled into the couch and lifted his legs up. He put a cushion behind his head and crossed his arms over his chest.
I noticed immediately that he was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. His legs were long and strong. I could see the muscles peeking out without him even flexing.
How could a man of his age still look so damn hot while the guys at school looked like...well...wimps? They were in their youth yet he was an older guy. Shouldn't they be the ones all virile and strong? Shouldn't they be the ones that made my panties go wet?
I paused as my eyelashes fluttered in fast succession.
I've never been attracted to the boys at school.
None of them.
I've only ever been attracted to Jacob.
Jacob Fimmel.
"Layla?" He glanced over his shoulder to see me still standing at the door. "Everything ok?"
"Um, yea." Catching myself, I closed the door. Wiping my clammy hands on the back on my clothes, I moved over to sit on the couch across from Jacob.
The last time we'd done this, he'd said things.
I was a bit scared what might happen this time.
A bit scared and a helluva lot anxious.
"Ready?" I asked.
Jacob nodded and flashed me another smile. "Do your magic," he said.
Ok.
Here goes.
I do the same thing I did last time, the same process I learned in class, the same process I'd thought I hadn't mastered.
I had him focus on that spot on my forehead, said all the right words to put him under, and after a few minutes, Jacob was laying in the seat, breathing softly, his eyes closed.
For a few seconds, I thought he was sleeping.
Time for the test.
I needed to know if he was under as far as he was supposed to be.
"Jacob, your arm is so heavy. It will be impossible for you to lift it. Jacob, try to lift your arm."
There was slight movement on his arm, but he didn't lift it.
A thrill went through my spine. I'd done it again.
What could only be described as a wave of power washed through me at that moment.
If I told him to strip naked at that moment, he'd have no choice but to do it. The thought made me giggle before it hit me.
Wait...
What?
If I told him to strip naked, would he?
I sat there staring at Jacob for minutes, my eyes growing wider and wider at the realization.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck.
Shit.
Taking a deep breath, I whispered. "Jacob, raise your arm."
None of his arms moved, and a sinking feeling developed in my belly immediately but as soon as it came, the voice of my annoying professor echoed in my mind from a distant memory.
'Always be specific with instructions when giving orders during a hypnosis session.'
Right.
I hadn't told him which arm to move.
I decided to try again.
"Jacob, raise your left arm."
Jacob's left arm rose into the air and I gulped.
"Drop your left arm," I ordered, and his arm fell.
Damn.
Another rush of unexpected power coursed through my veins and I licked my lips.
I decided to go just go a step further to test my theory.
