Captivated: Spellbound (Book Two) (2 page)

Then his hands were down around my legs, tugging the long skirt up over my waist. He tore at my panties, ripping them off.

“No panties, in this house,” he grunted at me, his cock hard under his pants rubbing my bare ass. He shoved my head down; my breasts touched the soapy water, wetting the front of my shirt. I was prone; my ass was in the air, and my head was nearly in the water. Then I felt the wind rushing toward my ass and felt a stinking slap across both my cheeks.

Smack!

Smack!

My ass burned and each time he spanked me, the pressure caused pleasure to rise in my loins. I called out and he just smacked again. Pussy juice ran down my leg.

“What did I say?” he whispered fiercely in my ear, leaning over my body his fingers between my pussy lips.

“No panties?” I said, breathing hard, waiting for his next moved, like a doe waits for a wolf to pounce.

He rubbed my pussy with his fingers, encouraging the juices to flow and grabbed the back of my hair. Then smacked me again.

“Och!” I yelled, unconsciously.

He just smiled at me wickedly and unzipped his pants, his hands still holding my hair. My skirt was up over my waist; my breasts were soaking, and my ass was burning red, but I was dripping wet and ready. His cock slid inside slowly as he held my hair pulling my head backwards, arching my back. Then he put both hands around my waist and thrust— hard. I felt like I was skewered, and I liked it. My whole being wanted to serve his desires. It was as if I lived for his pleasure alone. My body was his instrument to play upon.

His cock filled me up deep inside. He thrust again, and I moaned. I was pushed against the sink, my shirt soaking. He pounded me from behind, and I had to hold on to both sides of the sink to keep from falling into the water. He slid his hand down the front of my soaking skirt and pulled my breasts out to dangle in the soapy warm, water while he fucked me. He bent his knees and thrust into me, holding my waist pinned against the skin. The warm water on my breasts and the warm cock between my legs sent an electric shock of pleasure through my entire body.

My pussy convulsed on his prick, but he pulled out and picked up a soapy wooden spoon and thumped my ass with it. Then he spun me around and hoisted me up on the sink. My ass fell half way in the water, and so did my skirt. I was soaking wet as he thrust into me. I rapped my legs and arms around him, pushing my hips against his.

His mouth was on mine, tongues pressing and flicking in time with our thrusting hips. He held me over the washing water, my body covered in it. I had my hands on the back of his neck pulling him into me, seeking his darkness, seeking the sweet release of his seed into my sopping wet pussy. His hand gripped my exposed, wet breast, and he exploded hot jizz into my core.

“Oh God,” panted, clinging to him. He pulled me to a chain where I sat on this lap as we kissed softly. I could see the tattoos on his exposed arms.

“What are these?” I said, running my fingers along the outline of a strange arcane symbol.

“This is my power. Someday I will show you what they are for.”

“Mmmm.” I felt the pleasure of his embrace. I felt so complete with him. It was like I’d never really had a full sexual encounter until I’d met him. Everything before had been a pale pantomime of what sex really should be.

“Oh, Alexi,” I breathed, “I love you.” I caught myself off guard saying it.

He chuckled. “I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you, my little Capitalist,” he said running his hand up my leg under my wet skirt. I felt so warm and safe in his embrace. It was like I was finally home after a long, weary journey that had taken an entire lifetime.

“Now,” he said rising, his tone became commanding and businesslike, “What did I say you are not to do while you are in this house?”

“No panties?”

“Exactly, my Darling.” He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me gently. “I must leave you. I will be back tomorrow. I’ve brought you your backpack and a few other things. They are in the hallway.”

“Why must you go?” I said clinging to him. I wanted him to stay with me, be my man, be the master of my house.

“I have business to attend to. Calls to make. It would be very boring for you, my Darling. Why don’t you make some paintings tomorrow?”

I sighed. The cottage and vineyards would make excellent subjects. I had been so busy I hadn’t really thought about it. All I'd ever wanted to do with my life was paint. That was the main reason I'd run away to Europe: to avoid my parents and make a stand for myself, once and for all.

Chapter Three

I walked into the hallway and found my backpack, a desk fan, a portable electric range— hallelujah— and a dorm sized refrigerator on wheels— and can I get an Amen! Maybe he’d put in running water and a toilet? Then this place might be almost tolerable. I carried the range into the kitchen and set it up on the counter and then pushed the fridge into an empty space on the wall before putting all my produce and milk inside. This would make things a lot easier.

I decided to make more tea, so I put the kettle on the electric range and turned it on. Then I remembered I hadn’t asked if the well water was safe to drink. Oh well, at least now I had an easy way to boil it. When my tea was finished, I brought into the bedroom and began to unpack my backpack

My cell phone was inside so I checked my emails and Facebook updates. I’d suddenly lost the motivation to take pictures of my funny outfit. Which was probably due to the fact that it was soaking wet. I stripped out of it and put on a tank top and yoga pants. Alexi said he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. We could play his little dress up, no panties, roll play when he showed up. Until then, I was going to wear something comfortable. 

My mother had called about twenty times in the last 24 hours. I supposed I should call her, and tell her I was alright. Although, part of me wanted to make her sweat. After I’d unpacked my clothes and the rest of my things, I took my cell phone back out and stared at my mother’s contact info.
Dang, I’ll just call.

“Hello?”

“Julia! Oh my God, where have you been? I didn’t see any Facebook updates. The last one I read said you might travel back with those British kids you met. I’ve called like 100 times. What are you doing? Are you back in Venice?”

“No. I’m still in Odessa.”

“What? Why? Didn’t your friends already leave?”

“Yeah. They left.”

“But why didn’t you go with them? It was safer for you to travel in a group. Why are you still in Ukraine?”

“I met someone. I’m staying with him, rent free.”

“Julia what in the world have you gotten into?”

“I’m staying at a friend’s cottage. He has an old house he said I could stay in for free if I took care of the place for the summer.”

“That sounds strange.”

“No, it’s pretty normal for this part of the world,” I lied, but she had no idea. I just wanted her to know I wasn’t dead in a ditch. I wasn’t really prepared to get into all this “what in the world are you doing, Julia” stuff.

“Mom, Mom. Chill, OK? I’m fine. I’m safe. I’m spending the summer doing exactly what I planned to do. I’m just going to stay in one place is all. I didn’t have enough money to keep traveling, so I found a way to make it work. I’ve done a lot of painting. I’ve seen a lot of cool stuff. Aren’t you happy for me?”

“I’ve been worried out of my mind.”

“Sorry.” I really couldn’t handle the conversation any longer, so I told her good-bye and hung up.

OMG! My mother made me crazy. Couldn’t she just trust me and be supportive. I’d always done exactly what my parents wanted, and I was so sick of it. I wanted to puke. I was twenty-two years old, almost twenty-three, and it was my life. I could do with it what I wanted. I was going to live, love, breath, fuck, feel myself from the inside out. It was my time to be my own person. Fuck her if she couldn’t get behind that.

Right now, I just wanted to live for today— make mistakes, do daring things, feel the intensity of what makes life worth living. And I was doing that with Alexi. The weird ass role play thing he had going on was a serious mind fuck, and I liked it. I liked to feel on the edge— like my entire world was fading into blackness. It gave me a thrill. It made me wet. It made me want to suck the cum out of life with my own two lips. 

Still, part of me knew this whole deal was pretty crazy. Alexi was a freak. A fucking sexy freak, but a freak none-the-less. I was definitely falling for him, but could I trust him? I wasn’t completely sure. I didn’t want to get sex trafficked or stuck in the Ukraine forever.

I dug into my backpack looking for my passport. It was there, along with my return ticket and a bundle of Travelers Cheques. I looked around the cottage for a place to hide them. Finally, I found a loose floorboard in the living room, and pulled it up. I placed my passport, plane ticket, and Travelers Cheques in a plastic bag under the floor board and replaced it, stomping down on it to make sure it didn’t reveal itself.

By the time I was finished hiding my insurance policy, I was wiped out. Living the rustic life was tough. I ate the rest of my leftovers from lunch, washed myself with some warm water in the sink, and climbed into the old metal framed bed to sleep.

Chapter Four

I dressed in Alexi’s freaky clothes, without panties, and made myself tea and porridge with milk for breakfast. The electric range made my life much easier. Alexi suggested I paint that morning, so that was exactly what I planned to do. However, first I wanted to explore the vineyards and forest beyond. After breakfast, walked out around the front gate and ducked back into the vineyards beyond the cottage. The estate was a wide expanse of land that went back toward a dense forest on the west and north sides and down to a lake the bordered it on the east.

I couldn’t believe he owned so much land. His story about how his family had settled the land during Communism, didn’t quite make sense, but I didn’t know how things worked here, so maybe it was true. Anyone in the US who owned this many vineyards would be quite wealthy. Probably wealthier than my parents who owned two acres and a five-bedroom house on Mercer Island. (My dad was a corporate lawyer; he did pretty well.) I had an idea of land value from business school, and this whole set up looked like money to me.

I walked toward the forest beyond the vineyard and peaked inside. It was dense and crowded. It looked like scrubby new growth with no paths through it. It wasn’t exactly a welcoming park, so I decided to take a look another time. I walked around the northern side of the vineyard toward the lake. The whole place was set up with automatic irrigation on a timer. It looked pretty high tech.

Then it irritated me that I was living without running water, when the grapes had it— on a timer. I sighed. The day was gorgeous. The lake water was silver-blue and rippled from a gentle breeze. I walked down to the shore and put my hand over my eyes to shield them from the sun as I looked into the distance. I could see little houses on the other side of the lake. Chimney smoke billowed up into the cloudless sky. I put my hand in the water and felt that it was warm. Nice. I’d have to go swimming out there soon. 

When I got back to the house, I gathered my art supplies. I went out to the front yard and sat on the grass in the shade, placing my watercolor supplies out in front of me. I took a watercolor pencil and sketched the cottage and front yard. The front garden was overgrown with old rose bushes and flower beds that once were probably quite lovely. It was a shame. Alexi had told me he maintained the house, but he hadn’t maintained the gardens.

Around the back, past the shed, was a patch of land inside the old wooden fence that separated the cottage from the vineyards beyond. It seemed like it must have been a vegetable garden in the past. Now it was inhabited by shoulder high weeds. My drawing was taking shape, and I began to slowly build color into the shape of the cottage and teal-blue sky. When I was almost finished, I heard the distinctive sound of Alexi’s Porsche coming up the driveway behind me. I stood and waited for him, my painting drying on the ground.

Alexi parked his car in the driveway and stepped out. He was dressed in a light-gray Armani suit that hugged his body like a glove. His hair was slicked back in a low ponytail, and he wore Armani sunglasses. He approached, and I could smell his scent— rich and spicy like a wet dream.

“Hello, my Darling. You look fantastica,” he said quickly.

“Hi,” I said, trying to sound seductive, but it came out as bashful.

“I have some things for you. I’m sorry. I can’t stay longer today to fuck you,” he said leaning into my ear.

“Why, what’s up?”

“I have things to attend to. What a lovely painting." He picked up my piece and studied it, “I really must get you larger paper. You are so talented. You should have all the best.”

“That would be nice."

“But for now,” he said, moving back toward the car. He opened the trunk. “I have brought you this.”

I moved toward him to look in the trunk. All I saw as a bunch of hand tools.

“What is that for?”

“I want you to clean up the yard, prune the roses, and clear out all those weeds in the back garden. I’ve brought you some young vegetables. You can plant them when you are done.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Don’t you like gardening?”

“Sure, but…” I didn’t have anything to say. I felt a little used. I mean, I liked it when he used me for sex, but he could have hired some kid to come take care of the garden.

“This will give you something to do. I think you will be happy with the results. Next time, I will bring you the best art supplies money can buy. You like watercolor only, or do you use other— what do you call it? Медиа-искусства… Art's media?”

“I use mostly watercolor. It’s kind of my thing."

"I will get you everything you need, my Darling.”

He helped me take all the gardening tools to the back shed and put the little plants on the front porch. So, he really wanted me to do all this manual labor, huh? I looked at him bending over in his expensive suit and my mind washed over with lust and darkness.
Gardening might be fun
, I thought, looking this ass and the graceful curve of his back. It was a good way to stay fit, anyway. I wished he could stay and watch me work for him, and make love to me in the bare soil. Before he left he handed me a pair of work gloves and kissed my cheek.