Mesmerizing His Bride (Magical Mesmerism Book 3)

by Nadia Nightside

  He was thoroughly convinced he was in love. He had jerked off countless times since that kiss just a week before, each time dreaming of tasting her tongue again, feeling her sweet hot thighs against his body again.

  “I’m glad you got here when I did,” Daniela said to Joey, slipping a gloved hand over his. The feeling was bliss. “I’m not sure how I was going to explain waiting outside, looking like this, risking this dress to the elements.”

  “I thought most Maids of Honor got ready with the bride?”

  “I felt it better she didn’t see me until the time to do the deed,” said Daniela. “Besides. I had my own special preparation to do.”

  She certainly did. Joey couldn’t look at those gloves on her hands without thinking about her soft, velvet hands stroking his cock, her sultry soft voice begging him to cum all over her face. Then she would keep stroking him, encouraging him, begging him to do it again...

  Later. After today. When he had proved his loyalty to her. When he showed her how much he cared. Then she and he and Paige would be together, just like Daniela said. He loved her for offering such an amazing grouping.

  He leaned in, trying to seal their greeting with a hug. She smiled and stepped back.

  “Not here, darling,” she warned. “Too many can see.”

  He nodded. “You’re right. Sorry.”

  Relief crossed her beautiful face. Relief that their ruse would not be broken, he was sure.

  Men and women were bustling all around. A catering service, all the members wearing dark button-up shirts with red bow-ties, were busy preparing tables and situating floral arrangements on the plethora of tables.

  “It would have been such a nice wedding,” Daniela said. “It’s almost too bad.”

  Something caught her eye across the grounds. He looked with her, but only saw Charles.

  “Almost...” Her voice had gotten wistful.

  Jealousy attacked Joey’s thoughts—he tried to hold it off. Surely she didn’t want Charles. That was just some rumor. She had told him her intentions, had promised him!

  If he couldn’t trust Daniela, who could he trust?

  She took his hand, the velvet of her gloves so soft and amazing, and he looked back into those deep blue, perfect eyes. All angry thoughts evaporated entirely.

  “Meet me in Paige’s dressing room in five minutes,” she told him. “Exactly five minutes. Got it?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Of course. I’ll be there.”

  He watched her walk off, strutting in her five-inch heels. Her ass had a naturally sexy sway that he could have watched for hours. She knew she was gorgeous. Somehow, that made her even hotter. That she knew exactly how hot she was, that she understood everything that she did to the people around her, being so incredibly beautiful and superior.

  Nobody questioned him or his purpose as he made his way through the grounds, following Daniela at a distance. Without any way of knowing where Paige was, the only real way to get there was to follow his love. This just made sense. He wasn’t trying to be surreptitious—or at least, not anymore than his motive required.

  So then, he felt really strange hiding behind a nearby bush when Daniela ran into Charles. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she was obviously flirting with him. Charles’s eyes were clearly eating up Daniela’s dress, so sensationally sexy, especially with the living goddess who was inside of it.

  Jealousy attacked Joey again. He tried to fend it off. She had called him darling. That meant something, didn’t it?

  But there she was, flirting with Charles, the same way she had with Joey. Was it all a feint? Was she trying to distract Charles, trying to manipulate him somehow? Or had she been trying to manipulate Joey?

  Something about all of this struck Joey as completely, totally wrong. He wanted to believe Daniela. He really, really did. She was so gorgeous, and his heart just thumped at the thought of waking up next to her body every day...and waking up to Paige on top of that, oh wow! What a dream!

  But...suspicion ran around his mind like a dark cloud. He knew what everyone else in town said about her. How she was a royal bitch. How she would cut someone’s throat as soon as look at them. She had ended relationships of Joey’s in the past, but that was only because those girls were wrong for him, weren’t they? He believed that.

  And Daniela had told him to believe it.

  No, he thought, watching her smiling angelically as Charles walked off. No, he wouldn’t believe such terrible things about her. She was an angel. A goddess. She wasn’t worthy of such negative thoughts.

  Daniela approached a small guest house on the far side of the grounds. There were plenty of bushes he could use as cover, and so he was actually quite close when Paige stepped outside, fanning her lovely face with her hands. Her dark hair had been done up in a gorgeous arrangement, one thick shiny braid looping back around the long locks waterfalling down her luscious back.

  A procession of women—her mother and cousins, he guessed—walked out with her.

  “I’ll see you soon, ladies. But let’s take half an hour, okay?”

  They all nodded graciously. Joey scrambled to stay hidden in the bushes as they walked right past. It was exhilarating, like he was the star of some spy movie. He peeked his head up, getting a closer look at Paige as she focused on the approaching Daniela.

  Oh, god. Paige was gorgeous. It was hard to think about anything else, let alone Daniela, in front of her. Her skin was bronze, her lips perfectly shaped for kissing, sucking, loving, adoring. Her cheekbones were so defined and soft, her face the very definition of beauty. Her hair, so long and dark, was thick and lustrous, possibly even longer than Daniela’s.

  The dress she wore was sensational in its simplicity, cut dramatically low to show off her braless tits—they hardly needed a bra to be firm and bouncy—and completely backless, held up by tiny golden chains criss-crossing around her neck. The expensive white cloth clung to her hips and slid sexily all the way down her legs, moving over itself in sexy folds before landing in a hot puddle on the ground.

  Daniela stepped in front of her, putting the two in direct competition in Joey’s mind.

  Fuck, who was hotter? How could you even make a decision like that? It was like choosing between the sunrise and the sunset.

  Paige seemed rather upset that Daniela was there.

  “What do you want?”

  “I’d really like to have some alone time with you, Paige. Please?” Daniela was using her soft voice, the one that Joey could feel himself going to pieces just from overhearing.

  “I don’t know how inclined I am to do that, Daniela.”

  “I understand that. And I just—”

  “The only reason you’re even still here is because Charles insisted on it. Do you know how embarrassed that makes me?”

  “I do. I understand. I apologize. And I’d love to give you an even longer apology in private.” She held open her hand toward the guest house. “Please?”

  Her words seemed to surprise Paige. “A-all right. All right, then. Come on. My hair and make-up are mostly done already. I think we’ll have some time.”

  They stepped inside. Joey followed, moving around to a nearby window, well out of view from the rest of the grounds. He could hardly have anyone seeing that he was spying, after all. He knew that probably, per Daniela’s orders, he should go ahead and enter, but he was rather curious as to what she was going to say.

  The room they were in was like a small living room, with a light blue couch and matching loveseat, a cherry wood coffee table, and an extensive array of fruit paintings on the walls. He watched Paige shut the door. Daniela was across from her in the small room, smiling haughtily, her crossed arms pushing up her terrific breasts.

  “Actually, I didn’t want to apologize to you at all,” Daniela said smugly. “I wanted to tell you you’ve been a conniving, contrary, evil bitch who doesn’t deserve Charles. I hope some day you die alone. In a cave. And as a matter of fact, I’m going to make all that hap
pen.” Daniela laughed.

  Paige’s rage was instant. Her cheeks flushed, her mouth opened wide. “You—you bitch! What are you even saying? Do you really think...I mean...Daniela! What’s wrong with you? You won’t get away with something like that, Daniela! I don’t care how rich you are!”

  Daniela laughed again. Joey wished it didn’t turn him on so much, seeing her act so evil and calculating, but it really did.

  “Of course I’m going to get away with it, sweetie. I’m going to make sure you’re never seen in this town again, and I’ve got some mope lined up outside ready to die for me just because I kissed him a little. He’s going to take the blame for all of this. And then Charles will come to me, needing comfort, needing a woman’s touch, and I’ll make sure he’s with someone who truly deserves him.”

  And there it was. A cold, firm hand wrapped around Joey’s heart. He began to understand what he needed to do.

  Paige scoffed. “Have you been drinking? Are you high? Good lord, Daniela. What do you think will make me do any of that? If you think, for even a second, that I’ll let you—”

  But she didn’t get to finish her imminent tirade. Daniela had the watch out already. There was distinct, strong thrumming sound that reverberated in the room. Paige went completely still, and then her arms went limp around her side.

  Joey, seeing this as a good of a time as any to make his entrance, slipped around the house and stepped inside.

  “Took you long enough,” said Daniela.

  “Took long enough,” Paige echoed dumbly. She wavered as she stood.

  “I guess we should keep our voices down,” whispered Joey.

  Daniela nodded. “Just hurry,” she said softly. “We only have twenty-nine minutes or so.”

  “Right.”

  He looked at Daniela, all that sweltering hotness wrapped around such an evil core. He felt used, betrayed. Then he looked at Paige, and felt his cock swelling. Quickly, he walked to the windows and made sure he closed the curtains. Couldn’t have anyone repeating his little espionage. Then he turned to Daniela, struggling not to just stare at how openly gorgeous she was. Her gloved hands rested on her luscious hips, waiting for him to start. The haughty look on her face...he wanted to kiss her, adore her...but also to hold her down, make her beg to say his name.

  “Here, give me the watch,” he said.

  “What?”

  “Doesn’t it only work if someone’s holding the watch?”

  “I...I don’t know. Why would it work like that?”

  “Why would it entrance someone at all? Just give it here. Just in case.”

  She placed it in his hands. Clearly, she thought he was too dumb to figure out what power it held. Joey felt like his heart was going to explode. Everything was working his way, now.

  “Paige, can you hear me?”

  She smiled dreamily. “Yesss.”

  “I’m Joey, Paige.”

  “Jo-ey...”

  Her voice so ghostly, so distant...with such a strong tinge of admiration.

  “Did you want to marry Charles, Paige?”

  “No...”

  “Why not?”

  Daniela hissed in his ear. “This is useless. We know why not. She’s unhappy! Start the script!”

  Oh, the script. He had completely forgotten about it.

  Paige was answering the question obediently. “He wasn’t enough man for me. He did not tell me how to be. Did not fuck me like I need. Always asking. Always begging.”

  From over his shoulder, he heard Daniela scoff. The bulge in Joey’s pants got proportionately thicker. He stroked Paige’s gorgeous face then. She slid into it, her eyes still empty. This was all so hot and strange. Her breaths were shuddery and heavy.

  “Have you wanted...” he took a breath, deciding not to care that Daniela was right there, “Have you wanted a Master, Paige? Someone to own everything little thing about you?”

  A hot, sexy moan rose up in Paige, pouring out from the blankness of her face. “Yes.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck.

  Joey heard Daniela stamping her feet behind him. He could imagine her thoughts: hurry up, loser! Time’s wasting!

  He smiled. She would be sated soon enough.

  “You don’t care about Charles,” said Joey, very low, not trusting his voice to stay steady.

  Paige nodded. “I don’t care about Charles.”

  “You don’t want to marry Charles.”

  “I don’t want to marry Charles.”

  “Charles isn’t good enough for you.”

  “Charles isn’t good enough for me.”

  “You want a real man.”

  Paige smiled indulgently. “I want a real man.”

  “I’m a real man.”

  “You’re a real man.” Her eyes shined brilliantly, filled with submissive vacancy.

  “You want to belong to me.”

  From the corner of his eye, he saw Daniela stiffen.

  “Want to belong to you.”

  “You’ve always wanted to be my servant. My loveslave.”

  “I’ve always wanted to be your servant. Your loveslave.”

  She was practically drooling over the words. Every syllable was doted upon and sent out of her mouth with a bow on it. Her nipples were stiff inside of her dress, pushing up the slender fabric. This bride was his. She wanted to be his.

  He wondered if her own subconscious desires were going out of their way to reinforce everything he said. To forge unbreakable ironclad will on top of the impossible-to-deny orders that the watch allowed. God, that was so hot. She wanted it. She wanted him to take her, to remold her mind the way he wanted.

  Joey almost forgot Daniela was there until she tugged at his sleeve.

  “Hey,” Daniela whispered furiously, her blue eyes wild. “What are you doing? I said she could find you attractive. Not that she was going to be your slave! You’re fucking crazy!”

  He shrugged, turning to her with a smile. He fingered the watch in his hand.

  “I thought you would be less lonely that way.”

  “Less lonely? What the hell are you talking about?”

  “You’re a smart girl,” he said, turning on the watch. There was a series of low, hard thrumming sounds. “You’ll figure it out.”

  Her gorgeous face stayed outraged for just a second before her face slackened, and a serene, blank smile arrived.

  * * * * *

  In the small guest house, Paige’s brain came back online slowly, as if unwilling to leave the happy, empty place that her Master had led her to. She was sooo grateful to him for taking away that pesky will of hers. She had never, ever wanted it in the first place. Beautiful, wonderful girls like her didn’t need wills. They just needed a Master who would do all that thinking and deciding for them.

  She knew that was true because he told her so, but also of course because she had always, always wanted it to be so.

  She was kissing Daniela’s neck, adoring the sweet, tender flesh there. Daniela was so very beautiful. She had the face of an angel. Paige loved Daniela, everything about her. Her violent temper, her hot flashes of jealousy, her supreme vanity. Master found all of this so deliciously hot about Daniela...it was simply never to be directed toward him, that was all. Only others outside of their perfect circle of servitude and obedience.

  “You love Paige,” said Master.

  “I love Paige,” Daniela purred.

  “You relish her totally. She is your closest friend. You love to adore her body.”

  “I relish her totally. She is my closest friend. I love to adore her body”

  Oh, wow! That was so great! Paige felt Daniela was her closest friend, too! Wasn’t that such a wonderful coincidence? It was so great they would be getting along so well just for Master!

  “Paige, finger Daniela.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Paige slid her hand up inside of her best friend’s beautiful dress. She felt her cunt explode with hot, sweet orgasm the second her fingers reached Dan
iela’s pussy, just from obeying His will.

  Fuck, her Master was so fucking good to her to make her obey like that.

  “Paige, finger Daniela and tell her how she needs to obey, serve, and pleasure me.”

  Her fingers sticky from Daniela’s sopping wet pussy, Paige began to obey, her middle two fingers sliding in and out of Daniela’s hot entrance.

  “Service is pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience. Obedience is Joy. Joy is Service. Service is Pleasure...”

  As she spoke softly into Daniela’s ear, Master continued to rewire Daniela’s brain, with Daniela responding obediently to everything he said. She would be happily obedient to Master, joyful and orgasmic in his presence. She and Paige would always get along, and would do everything they could to make Him happy, together. And Daniela would happily donate all of her money to whatever causes Master decided, and would even go so far as to seduce other men just to get more money for Him.

  He unzipped his pants, his completely stiff cock throbbing outward. Paige came at the sight, another hot orgasm flooding through her body’s senses.

  “Paige, continue to indoctrinate Daniela.”

  “Yes, Master,” she moaned, cumming again, holding Daniela so tight. Her breaths came hard and heavy, spilling against Daniela’s blank, blissful face. Daniela’s big, beautiful tits pressed hard against her arms, their skin so warm with joys of service.

  “Obedience is Joy. Joy is Service. Service is pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience. Obedience is Joy...”

  With Daniela still thoroughly mesmerized, Master shoved his cock into her mouth. Her blank eyes stared up at him, absorbing everything, her mind wiring completely to his needs. She sucked dutifully, if robotically, mechanically kissing and adoring his cock while he fucked her mouth harder and harder.

  Paige continued whispering, continued fingering Daniela’s pussy. “Service is pleasure. Pleasure is Obedience. Obedience is Joy. Joy is Service. Service is pleasure...”

  Master was going to cum soon. Paige saw him tensing, his hips bucking faster.

  “So fucking hot. So fucking right. This is what I deserve. Yeah, yeah,” he tugged Daniela’s gorgeous golden hair.