Mistress In A Bottle {Part 3}

“Come on precious,” he said breathlessly, gyrating his hips up towards her face thrusting his cock into her ruby painted mouth.  She took his entire length with ease. her lips virtually kissing his pelvic bone as she deep throated his entire shaft, feeling each throb and pulsation.  “Oh yessssss...”  He chanted as she turned up the suction and the pace even more, her dazzling tongue danced on his hardened member making soft suckling sounds echoed in the large chamber.
Henry’s body tensed as he held on to the moment of rapture as long as he could.  His toes tingled and his fingers dug into the mattress his fingers churning in the spread upon the bed. Then he released with an “aaaaauuuuuugh” of a sigh.  His cock spasmed with a life of its own, and he blasted rivers of his hot desire down Alisa’s throat.  She sucked his dick like an estranged heathen, vacuuming every drop he could squeeze out of his balls.
Henry was spent.  The feeling reminded him of the night he first met Shannon, when she drained him of more than one vital fluid.
“Master,” Alisa purred as she crawled up his body her long pony tail teasing a path up his stomach.  She dragged her hard nipples over his bare chest, the thin fabric of the halter separating him from her burning flesh.  “Master, I need you.  I’m so hot.  I’m burning for you.  I need your vampire cock to cool me down.” She pleaded
Using his inhuman power, he willed himself erect again.  Alisa felt his rod press into her wet crotch, and she wiggled her hips against it as she cooed.  Next, Henry flipped over, his body pinning her lithe form into the soft mattress.  He straddled her waist, and he pinned her hands over her head with his own. Looking down at her with an evil tainted smirk.
“Do you like that, slave?”
She shivered at the word.  “Oh yes, master.  I need you to command me.”
“Look into my eyes, slave.”  He stared deeply into her gleaming eyes, pressing his hypnotic powers into her.  “You are helpless to resist me.”
Alisa shook her head, a disappointed look on her face.  “I’m sorry, master, but it just doesn’t work that way.  I NEED you because of your wish, but I can’t be controlled by you.”
“Why not?” he demanded.  The frustration he was feeling from the situation was becoming evident.
“I’m not going to tell you.  You can demand me back into the bottle if you want, but I’m not revealing my secrets.” She whimpered.
For the first time in his existence, Henry wanted to strike a woman.  He thought it might beat some sense into her.  Just as quickly, though, the thought passed.  Alisa was beautiful, sexual, and, though he had only known her for a few minutes, he wanted her for more than just a plaything or a source of blood.  He felt stirrings he hadn’t let himself experience since Shannon had been taken from him five decades before.  Given these feelings, he decided a different approach would be better.
“Fine,” he said.  “I have my second wish then.  I wish that you be compelled to tell me the truth whenever I ask you a question starting with the phrase ‘tell me this.’”
Again, Alisa’s eyes flashed brightly, and then returned to their emerald hue.  “Damn you,” she cursed.  “Why can’t you be like all the others and just wish for things or changes to yourself?  Why do you keep fucking with me?”  She seemed almost on the verge of tears.
“What’s wrong with me making wishes that involve you?”
She sniffled.  “I’m not used to all of these feelings and things.  I know that I’m going to be stuck back in that bottle soon, and then someone else will free me and it all starts again.  It’s better if we don’t get close, you know?” A sorrow almost edged those beautiful green eyes.
Henry pondered her explanation, which started an idea growing.  He put the idea to the side for a moment, though, returning to his original reason for expending the second wish.  “Tel me this: why are you able to resist my hypnosis?”
Alisa again shook her head, but then answered anyway.  “I’m a being of magic, so your powers don’t affect me like they would a normal woman.”  Her expression betrayed her surprise at having answered, until she realized the compulsion of his wish.
“Tell me this: why didn’t you want to tell me that in the first place?”
“Because I want to be affected.  You might say I’m something of a submissive.  That’s why I loved your first wish so much.  No one had ever paid any attention to my wishes before.  But I know it’s all going to end soon, and it hurts too much to think about it.” She trembled, her breasts quivered under the flimsy halter top, the pert nipples poking through like wanton beacons.