AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Mind-Controlling My Wife For A Threesome With My Asleep Daughter #8

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control, DAD/Daughter Erotica Short Story with mind control and somno, FF action, anal, strap on.

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 6500 words

Somnus Nox Series Mind-Control Erotica #8

What did he say?

I stare at the text on my phone, thumbing over the screen as I consider ignoring the message altogether. Carlos, my assistant, is interested in the meeting I’ve not long come out with Alex Trellan, the programmer of Somnus Nox. I can’t keep seeing the keen way he eyed me. Not desperate, but simply knowingly, as if he knew what sort of deal he’d dangled in my face.

And he’s right.

I answer Carlos: good stuff. I’ll tell you on Monday. Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.

Carlos: You have an international meeting with the Russian studios-

I don’t even finish reading his text. Cancel it.

Carlos just sends back a thumbs-up, and I toss my phone aside. I really need to attend that meeting, but right now, I need to focus more on my own endeavors. Namely, the report on my home office desk that’s showing that pre-sales are higher than they’d ever been before.

Alex and his business partner Jordan Greene offered me a deal about a month ago. My adult film studios merged with Somnus Nox, their cutting-edge mind control tech. They’d already done the research and experiments and had only needed to present me with the videos and figures.

My eyes had widened. I’ve been offered thousands and millions for some actresses and actors in certain scenarios. Hell, two years ago, I paid close to ten million dollars for the most gorgeous Latina to join my studios, only to wife her up a year ago. Since then, Tati, my wife, has continued her career with the most special treatment from me. I take care of her; she takes care of me. She spreads her legs and gets lavished in everything she could ever ask for; I offer my bank card and get the hottest thing on my arm to every function and award show.

Who else can say they married a porn star who’s still in her prime? Not many men.

Imagine your wife on her knees before some broad fuckin’ stallion, Alex had told me in the meeting. I’m talking a guy with the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Usually, she’d be skittish, worried. But let Somnus Nox take all that worry away. Have her screaming for that black dick going into her pretty white pussy. Your viewers will eat it up.

And, by the numbers on my presales, I’ve got confirmation that they actually will.

A billion dollars, I had offered him. A partnership. They’ll reap forty-five percent of profits.

Alex and Jordan exchanged glances and conferred in another room while a hot, dark-haired woman who introduced herself as Hannah showed me to the lunch area. I was served something that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a fine-dining gourmet restaurant.

I had my daddy try it on me, Hannah had whispered, sliding a hand down the breast of my suit jacket. You got any dark desires, Mr. Molloy? Any dark little kinks you want to test out?

Now, I growled, grabbing my phone and clicking my lock screen on. A picture from my daughter’s graduation a year ago was on it. She’s in between Tati and me, her grin wide. Although they don’t always see eye-to-eye, Piper had been the center of attention that day, so that had made her happy. Next to her, Tati and I were bronzed from our honeymoon in the Caribbean the month before. I’d whisked my wife off on a private cruise, telling her that was our holiday, only to have her sprawled out on the sand, fucking her day and night for a month in a gorgeous, remote resort.

But ever since Piper’s graduation, there’s been an itch I can’t stop wanting to scratch. There’s something about seeing the two of them on my lock screen together. Something about the way they gravitate towards one another for pictures, mouths pulled into pouts, kissing one another’s cheeks in that feminine, casual way that women do. Sometimes, they’re friends; other times, Piper is a brat. Most times, I’ve been rock hard after watching them have another catfight over a lost eyeliner pen or Gucci shoes being damaged.

I can’t stop thinking of Hannah’s teasing.

I had my daddy try it on me.

I shudder at my desk, already growing hard at the thought of trying it on Piper. On Piper and Tati both. My porn studios will soar with the release of Somnus Nox videos, and I’m already envisioning a series-perhaps dozens and dozens of episodes.

Six months. I only have to wait six months, and I’ve already seen the numbers for more than one million dollars. In no time at all, I’ll earn back what I’ve paid for Somnus Nox-and then some.

There’s a hungry market for mind control. I’ve always capitalized on the perverse desires that people will only let themselves search in the recesses of their incognito browsers, but this is above and beyond.

But first…

Alex had offered to let me test it out myself. You want to sell a concept that works. Be our guest, and then thank us later. He winked at me before sending me the link to download the beta app on my phone.

My eyes flick over my phone lock screen, and then I pull out the small, discreet earbuds Jordan had given me. I press them into my ears and then unlock my phone to bring up my Bluetooth connections. Oliver’s Living Room speakers. I link my phone to that one, scroll to the app, and begin the soundwaves as Alex had instructed before I turn to face the door of my home office. The space is wide, contemporary, all glass windows and pale wooden furnishings.

“Tati, baby,” I croon, barely hearing my own voice echo through the house. “Come here.”

I don’t think she will, not really. I prepare myself for the disappointment of getting excited over a dud. Tati’s been cold with me all month, has barely given me the time of day because I’d not bought her a new Rolex after she’d thrown the last one at me and it had smashed. I adored my little spoiled bitch.

“Tati!” I call out, my voice singing for my wife. Again, she doesn’t come. “Tati.” My voice is commanding, and eventually, I hear the fast, angry slap of bare feet against the marble floor that runs through my mansion. Then my wife, all golden and gorgeous, her tangle of sleek, dark hair tumbling down her back, her beautiful, dark eyes narrowed at me, appears in the doorway.

She’s barely dressed, lounging in a white see-through baby doll. No robe today. Either she’s planning a solo shoot tonight unapproved by me, or she’s simply teasing me.

“What?” she snaps. “I heard you the first time, but you live in a big fucking house. You want me to answer faster to your summons then get me a penthouse. It is smaller.”

I chuckle darkly at her. “A penthouse today. Last week, it was a yacht, and the week before, it was the entire new Chanel collection. When will the dollar signs stop filling your eyes, sweetheart?”

“When my husband dies and I can spend his money myself,” she answers, her voice sweetly sarcastic. “So if you want to hurry that up-”

“Watch it,” I growl, standing up. I easily tower over her, and I take a step towards her. Her eyes flick over my form, my face, and there’s a desire in there. I reach out to grasp a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. “You want me dead, Tati? You’ll have to try very hard to be nice to Piper because she’s the one getting every cent.”

“And we all know why that is, don’t we?” Tati purrs up at me, and this is what I love about her: her fire burns just as hot as mine. Her anger is as vicious as mine. She hates me, she loves me, she wants me. “Daddy fucks daughter at Thanksgiving. Daddy teaches schoolgirl daughter a lesson. Daughter can’t help but grind on Daddy’s lap at night. They are biggest hits, no?” Towards the end, she lets out a moan and her eyes get droopy. The soundwaves must be working.

I grin. She thinks she’s got me where she wants me, but she’s a fool. That shit sells. I don’t have to admit it’s borne from my own fantasies, getting actors to act out the scenes, all the forty-year-old men who sexualize the younger girls, and all the younger girls with a Daddy kink, harboring their own wicked desires.

“My business’s currency is perversity,” I tell Tati as she closes her eyes briefly and her breathing gets deeper. She tries to shake it off, attempting to remain angry at me. “That doesn’t shame me. Besides, didn’t you play my daughter in one video where I was masked?”

“Yes,” she moans, and then blinks, confused. My grin widens. There we go.

“And you loved it, didn’t you?”

“Oh, si,” she groans, her nipples hardening through the white, thin fabric.

“Just like a good little bitch, you kneeled for me long before we were married. You get off on it, don’t you? How much older I am than you. How young you look, how people will think we’re Daddy and daughter?”

“I love it.” Her voice breaks off into the delicious moans I first became attracted to when she shed a robe on the set of my videos. “I-I…” Her body goes limp, slumping against me without any command yet.

Despite everything, I can only blink at the development.

Shit, I think. It works. It actually fucking works.

Shock pours through me as I watch my wife swaying, a marionette who’s forgotten her dance. I’ve directed concepts where actresses have acted as if under a frozen spell, and it works similarly-except Alex told me it was infinitely better because Tati won’t be a stiff mannequin.

She’ll answer to me.

“Tati, sit,” I command.

In a second, Tati falls to her knees, falling back onto her heels. Her head tips up to look at me. Christ. Tati’s too stubborn to be obeying me without question, not like this anyway.

“Jump up,” I tell her.

Tati scrambles to her feet-and she keeps jumping. I blink, still not quite believing it.

“You’re a good little pet, aren’t you?” I ask her. “Doing everything I tell you. Tell me you’re a good pet.”

“I’m a good pet,” she answers, her voice slightly monotone, but it still elicits dark desire through me.

Yet I shake my head. “No, like a pet should. Bark it.”

She doesn’t even blanch. Her face burns with humiliation, though, when she begins barking, little yips.

“Stick that tongue out for me,” I continue. “In fact, come over here, baby. Kneel at my feet.” Tati does, and I sit down, kicking out my foot towards her. “Kiss my shoe.”

Once again, there’s no hesitation. Tati just gathers her thick hair into her hand as she bends down and kisses the toe of my shoe.

“Lick it,” I snap. “Clean it real good. Yeah, yeah, just like that.” She’s licking enthusiastically, letting me shove her back with my foot, following the shiny exterior of the shoe. She’s panting with the excitement, a true bitch in heat at my heels. I smirk. God, this is going to rake in billions for me. “Yeah, get right in there. You’re a dirty little bitch. Bark for me, but don’t stop licking.”

She doesn’t stop-she paws at my shoe, and gives a little yip, yip, yip as she salivates all over the polished shoe.

“You want something proper in that filthy mouth? Come here.”

I snap my fingers. It’s not necessary but I like the concept of it. I settle my legs apart and watch as Tati crawls between them, placing her hands on my knees.

“Blow me,” I command her. “You want cock, don’t you? It amuses me when you pretend like you don’t. It’s how we met, after all.” Tati, out of mind control, would slap me for such a taunt, and she’d retort back with something as equally vicious. That is always our game, another reason why I fucking adore my wife. And now, with the straps of her baby doll sliding off her shoulders, she looks delectable.

Tati’s fingers tug at my suit pants, eagerly unfastening them before she pulls out my cock. I’m already hard for her, the tip leaking. She licks a long stripe right up the length, tonguing along the vein. I shudder, sliding my fingers into her hair.

“God, look at you,” I breathe out. “On your knees, messed up, every inch a whore. Gorgeous.” When she says nothing, I slap her cheek lightly. “Say thank you, master, like a good pet.”

Tati, who’s already taken my cock in her throat, pulls off and gasps out, “Thank you, master,” before she gets back to work.

I cup her face and quickly tire of her pace. I press my thumbs into her cheeks, loosening her jaw as I slide my cock deeper down her throat, until my tip touches the back of her throat. Tati gags violently, but I hold her there, her face almost pressed to the trimmed hair above my cock.

“Yes,” I growl out. “There we go. Fucking take it.” My hips snap up, thrusting shallowly into her mouth.

She gags again, and her fingernails are digging into my thighs, but I know she can take it. I’m gasping, too aroused by the free use of my wife, and the enhanced effects of the app. That, plus the knowledge I now hold and the power that it gives me, has me climbing higher and higher to my climax.

“Do that thing,” I groan. “That thing with your tongue-oh fuck, yeah, just like that.”