I thought I was too smart to be hypnotized. Too skeptical. Too bitchy. No way you could get into my head. But you did. You said the right words, used the right tone… And suddenly I was slipping under—blank, breathless, dripping. Now I’m just your pretty little porcelain fuck doll. Mouthy at first, now moaning for praise… Begging to be used. Filled. Ruined. This one’s messy, mean, and so damn hot. Exactly what I swore I didn’t want— Until I couldn’t stop begging for it.