Enraptured: Spellbound (Book Four) (2 page)

“
Malenky Yankee slut,” she said, licking her red lips. She was enjoying this. Her fingers pushed deep inside me and she used her other hand to squeeze my tits. My back was arched over a stack of papers. Her fingers played at my pussy and clit making me drip juice on her hands. She bent down and placed her teeth on my nipple, biting hard as she pumped her fingers inside my pussy. I wanted to kiss her. She was very beautiful. Her sharp, high cheek bones were pronounced under the harsh office lights.

I
tried to sit up and pull her to me, but she wouldn’t let me instead she turned me over on my stomach. She pulled a length of telephone cord and used it to tie my arms down to the desk leg. I was stretched over the desk my ass in the air as she hiked my skirt up and slid down my panties. Then she took a ruler from her desk drawer and slapped my ass with it right across the welts from the cop's leather belt.

This wasn
’t going at all as I’d planned. The woman walked around in front of me holding a big rubber dildo and forced it in my mouth. The thing tasted of plastic and pussy. When she pulled it out and it was sopping wet with spit. Then she walked behind me and shoved it in my cunt. I moaned, but that just made her slap me with the ruler.

She knew exactly how to move the fake cock to excite me. It rubbed on my g-spot
, and I exploded and contracted on the dildo like a wild woman. I heard her laughing as she pumped the dildo into my dripping pussy. She was relentless, and I felt her knuckles punching into my clit as the dildo was thrust into me. She didn't let me stop or catch my breath. Every moan brought a sadistic smack from her ruler. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound, but the dildo kept pumping me into climax. My nipples pressed against strewn stacks of papers on the desk and my wrists chafed against the phone cords.

The next thing I knew her pussy was in my fac
e and she forced my head into her crotch. It was perfectly shaved and smelled of musk and perfume. I opened my mouth, allowing her cunt onto my tongue. I licked her as she bucked against me. I was tied down. I couldn’t move. The woman had my face planted in her pussy as she knelt on the desk in over me, her legs bent over my shoulders.

She held onto the back of my head and moved my face into her cunt. I licked frantically, willing her to come. I
’d never fucked a chick before. I mean, I’d had an orgy with the coven, but I was barely aware of that. This was totally vivid. The taste of her juices dripped down my chin. Her bucking got more intense as she rocked into me. Her breathing was coming in pants and she broke out into wild moaning as her pussy twitched under my lips.

When she got up, her manner seemed to change. She untied me
quickly and helped me stand up. Then she brushed the hair out of my face. I pulled my dress back up over my tits and smiled at her. I finally got a chance to kiss her lips and she embraced me, hard, not wanting to let go. I stood back and asked her about the license again. Her eyes grew wide and she rushed around the office. She pulled out a camera and fixed my hair before motioning for me to stand against the wall. The camera flashed and the woman hurried to a computer and began typing. A few moments later, she printed out a Ukrainian driver’s license and handed it to me. She was so cute when she wasn’t forcing my face into a desk.

I drove home with license in hand, barely able to sit on my ass. These officials really liked spanking, didn’t they. It was awfully easy to get them to have sex with me. The cop was one thing, but who would have anticipated that the office woman was into chicks? It was lucky, I guessed.

I made it back to the flat and parked the Range Rover. The Porsche still wasn
’t there, and it was getting dark. It had been a lot of trouble, but it was worth it to be able to drive around legally. I would avoid drinking from now on, however. I trudged up the stairs to the elevator and rode up to the third floor. When I got inside, I pulled of my dress and drew myself a warm bubble bath. I made myself a cup of tea, grabbed a good book, and sunk into the steamy warm water. Alexi’s bathroom had a jetted tub and wall to wall marble tile. The shower could fit three people and the here was a long counter with twin sinks below a huge mirror. I loved this bathroom. It was a far cry from the outhouse back at the cottage. I soaked in the tub and sipped my tea, opening my novel to the spot where I’d left off. Then I heard the door open. Alexi!

“
Julia?”

“
In here,” I called.

He peaked his head through the door and smiled at me producing a bouquet of red roses. My heart leapt. How could a guy get any more perfect. He walked into the bathroom and sat on the wide rim of the bathtub looking down into my eyes.

“How was your first day with the car?”

“
It was… Eventful.”

“
Oh, how so?”

I wasn
’t sure if I should tell him. I felt like I'd cheated on him, but I’d dealt with the situation myself and was learning the extent of my powers. I hoped he would be proud of me and approve of my tactics. I’d come to understand that if I could make someone orgasm, they were basically my willing slave. But it didn’t assuage the guilt of the traditional woman inside me who wanted to be a loyal girlfriend.

“
Well. I went to the private beach to paint. It was a gorgeous day. I did a really beautiful painting. I drank a lot of wine. And on the way home, I had a little trouble… with a police officer. I was afraid I’d get arrested. I didn’t have any papers, but it turned out fine. I got out of it. But…”

“
Yes.”

“
I had to use my powers on him. And, well. I figured. I should probably get a license in case that ever happened again. So, I went down to the licensing office, and I didn’t have the right papers there either so… I used my powers again. I feel really guilty. I do want to be monogamous and all. But I also need to understand my powers and learn to deal with problems on my own. I hope you understand.”

“
Of course I understand, my Darling,” he said, bending to kiss my forehead, “You are a sex witch. It is your power. I can’t expect you not to use it. I knew this about you the moment I met you. It was my decision to show you this world. Now the power belongs to you. You must use it as you see fit. But… I could have helped you with the police and the license.”

“
Well. I wanted to deal with it on my own. Plus, you never let
me
help
you
.”

He was silent for a moment. Then sighed.

“You are right. I will let you help me if you let me help you. I do have a particular problem that might be nipped in the bud."

“
I totally want to help you.”

“
Ok. Tomorrow night we are going to see an opera at the opera house. You will need an opera dress. It is formal. Usually a full length dress is appropriate. Tomorrow you go shopping. Ok?”

“
Yeah, that sounds fine,” I said, smiling. I leaned my chin against the rim of the tub.

“
I just have one more question. Why are people so willing to have sex with me?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “
It is part of your power. You have a special allure that is almost irresistible. While you cannot make people agree with you before you have sex with them, you can get them to agree to fuck you.”

“
Huh… I wondered why it was so easy. One more thing…,” I said as he was standing to leave, “Why does everyone always want to smack my ass?”

I ate a light breakfast in my bathrobe on the patio overlooking the square below. Alexi kissed the back of my neck as he straitened his tie. He reminded me of the credit card from the trip to Crimea and told me to buy whatever I wanted. I ruffled my hair and kissed his mouth. I was starting to feel like a princess. I princess with a sore ass, but a princess non-the-less. Alexi left with a wink and a smile, and I was alone in the flat. I hurried to shower and fix my hair before getting dressed and leaving the condo.

I decided to walk to the shopping district. It was only a few bloc
ks away. I wore a chic, pale-blue, summer dress and nude red bottomed pumps with my Gucci bag and sunglasses. My hair was piled up on my head in a wispy bun, and I felt the part of the well-off socialite. I’d stuffed my translator into my bag, but most upscale places had at least one customer service person who spoke English.

I strutted into the first boutique to see if they had appropriate clothing. A pretty, slim young woman came out from behind the counter and greeted me in Russian. Most of the cl
othing in the boutique was too youthful and casual for what I needed. I smiled at her and asked her in English where I could find an opera dress. She was taken aback for a moment and rose a finger in the air to indicate that I should wait. She scurried into the back of the shop and brought another young woman with her. The second young woman said, “Yes?”

“
Ah, yes. I’m looking for an opera dress. Can you direct me to a nearby shop where I might purchase one?”

“
Yes. Oscar De La Renta gowns. Down the street, two blocks,” she said pointing.

I thanked them and walked out into the sun. The street was bustling with the upper classes of Odessa
, and it felt safe and calm to be there. It was a far cry from the rural areas or even the suburbs that I had seen. I found the boutique and walked inside. I woman was there to help me almost immediately. Fortunately, she spoke English.

I eyed the gowns they had displayed and ran my hand over the fabric. She suggested a
floor length gown with black lace over nude silk. It was dramatic even on the hanger. She helped me to the dressing room with the dress. I slipped out of my clothes and into the gown. It was exquisite. I’d never worn a gown like that before. My prom dress wasn’t even as nice as the dress I’d walked in wearing.

I gazed at myself in the mirror and wondered how I was going to ever go back to Seattle to sitting in boring class rooms. I was a new woman with
power running through my veins-- real, raw, ecstatic power that could turn almost anyone to my will.

I walked
out of the dressing room to let the girl admire me. She gasped and clapped her hands.

“
Prevoskhodnyy! Beautiful!”

“
You like it?” I said, faking modesty. I knew I looked amazing. My slender athletic body was hugged by the nude silk under the exotic black lace. I looked like the sex witch I was. I said goodbye to the Julia I used to be, in that moment. All the sex, the traveling, the experiences, the magic, none of it affected me quite as much as seeing myself in that opera gown. That was when I knew I would never be the same again.

“
I’ll need shoes. I think something with a pointed toe.”

She went racing around looking for a matching pair of shoes while I admired myself. She brought me a
pair of pointed-toe pumps with black lace and mesh over nude fabric. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were perfect. I couldn’t wait until Alexi saw me. I told the woman I would take everything, and went to change back into my original clothing.

I kn
ew it was going to cost over $7,000. But Alexi had said, "spare-no-expense". If I really needed to, I could just have sex with this girl or the shop owner and get the dress free. The idea made me feel a little dirty, but then again, I was beginning to like feeling dirty. I looked down at the girl as if she were prey while she rung up my purchase and carefully put the gown into a garment bag. I handed her my credit card and she swiped it. It was accepted--I was worried for a second-- and I signed the receipt. Maybe spare-no-expense didn’t mean seven grand in one swoop. I took the garment bag, the bag with my shoes, and walked back to the flat.

Alexi was sitting at the dining table eating lunch. I bent to kiss his cheek and moved to the bedroom to unpack my gown. I didn
’t want it to get wrinkled.

“
What did you get?” he asked when I walked back to the dining room.

“
Just a simple little frock.”

“
Not so simple. I can feel it. You are quite proud of yourself.”

“
Yes, I admit," I said coming back to sit in the dining room, "I got an Oscar de la Renta ball gown. It’s exquisite and was quite pricey. I hope you don’t mind.”

“
I’m sure it couldn’t have been that bad. You really don’t spend a lot of money, Julia. You haven’t bought much more than coca-cola and petrol since we got back from Crimea.”

“
Well, you won’t think that when you get the bill.”

“
It is no matter. I am glad you are happy. You seemed changed to me. Was the dress really so fine?”

“
The truth is, when I saw myself in that dress. I wondered if I would ever be the same girl I was when I arrived. I highly doubt it. That Julia is gone.”

He pulled me to his lap, put his hand on my chin and kissed me deeply.

“I like the new Julia,” he said.

***

The sun dipped into twilight, and I walked with Alexi toward the opera house. He was dashing in a custom fit tuxedo. His hair hung in ringlets around his face. His blue eyes bright with pride. I walked at his side. My strides confident and sensual. I was the bride of the night. I was his queen and he was my king. We could own the world with our power, and the knowledge of it set my face to stone and made my eyes gleam like volcanic fire.

We walked up the steps of the opera h
ouse, receiving nods from acquaintances and admirers of our beauty. We were beautiful-- simultaneously primal and sophisticated, youthful and ageless. 

Inside the building, I tried not to gawk. The old Julia was awestruck by the interior architecture. I regained myself and followed Alexi to his private booth. Looking down at the red and gold luxury of the r
oom under an enormous crystal chandelier made my heart flutter. I now belonged to this world. We held hands and waited for everyone to be seated as the orchestra tuned up. It was the sound of anticipation.

Finally, the lights blinked a few times, and bega
n to dim. A hush fell over the crowd and the singers took the stage. The opera was La Triviata-- the story of a courtesan who falls in love and runs away with her lover. They have a great and lasting love, but she is ill and dies dramatically in the end. It was sad and overwhelming.

The soprano who play
ed Violetta, the courtesan, was beautiful and her voice pierced my heart through the powerful acoustics of the opera house. As the final curtain closed, I felt overwhelmed by emotion, enraptured by the music still ringing in my ears. I was wrapped in my fine gown, my beautiful lover by my side, but I somehow felt exposed by the music and the tone of the story. Part of me wanted to run away from this new, dark world, and hide in the world of the old Julia— the girl who compromised and played small.

Alexi took my hand and le
d me out into the lights of the outer halls. People milled about, discussing the performance. We skirted the crowd and headed around to the backstage door. I hesitated but Alexi led me through. He was greeted by a burly man wearing a t-shirt that was too tight. The man stared down at Alexi and bared our path.

Alexi looked in the man
’s eyes and said something in Russian. The man’s composure shifted, and he let us pass. Back stage, the performers and crew conversed loudly, laughing and drinking vodka. Alexi led me to a door with a star on it and knocked once. A woman’s voice came from within, and he opened the door. Inside was the soprano who played Violetta wearing an oriental silk robe. She was removing her eyelashes in front of a mirror.

“
Chto ty zdes' delayesh'?” She demanded.

“
I have come to introduce you my dear friend, Julia.” As he spoke the woman’s posture changed from angry and rigid to languid and relaxed. 

“
Ah, Alexi,” she said rising, her robe fell open to reveal a white boned corset with a garter belt that held up white silk stockings. Her red hair hung in ringlet curls around her shoulders and down her back. “I am pleased to meet you Julia,” she said taking my hand. I shook it gently and smiled at her.

“
We need to talk about the land deed Dominica. But first I think Julia has something she wants to tell you.”

I guessed that was my queue. He hadn
’t informed me what this meeting was about. Apparently he needed a land deed from her. I looked deep into Dominica’s green eyes and reached out a hand to brush one of her ringlet off her shoulder. Her eyes flashed and her mouth drew into a smirking smile. I figured that was a good enough invitation so I moved closer to her and reached my hand between her legs. She gasped.

Seduction certainly was easy when you had sex witch powers. I reached my other hand around her slender waist and pulled her close to me. The woman was trembling under my hands as I leaned my mouth into kiss her gent
ly on the lips. I let the kiss caress her as she relaxed under my grasp. My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I increased the intensity of my kiss, pulling her into me. Her arms encircled me and we kissed each other deeply.

Alexi moved behind Domini
ca, his hands on her breasts, pulling at the strings of her corset. I slid my mouth down to kiss her chest as the corset peeled away. She leaned her head back against Alexi’s chest as we undressed her. This time I was going to be in charge. She seemed to want to submit to us. I went down to my knees and unbuckled the garters from her corset and her robe and corset fell to the floor. Alexi was behind her, kissing her up-tilted face as I sat on my knees sliding off her panties.

I left her in her white silk s
tockings and white pumps, but her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. Alexi had his hands around her, squeezing her tits and kissing her. Her pussy was a red landing strip, and I leaned it to kiss it. She shuttered. Her body was fragile and sensitive. Her submissiveness made me want to fuck her hard so I could see into her core-- fuck her like others had fucked me.

I flicked my tongue at her clit and listened to the sound of her panting beneath Alexi
’s firm kisses. Her pussy engorged and dripped on my tongue as I slid a slender finger in her cunt. She moaned louder now and Alexi was holding her tight and still. I slid another finger inside.

She was my captive, my instrument to play upon. I pumped her pussy with my fingers as I flicked her clit with
my tongue. Her muffled moans filled the air under the overpowering kisses Alexi pressed into her mouth. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers signaling her climax. Now I knew she was mine. But I was not done playing with her yet.

“
I think she needs some cock.”

Alexi looked down at me and smiled his slow wicked smile, releasing her just enough to open his tuxedo pants. I felt his cock coming toward the finger that played upon
her pussy. She moaned, and he kissed her and slid his cock inside her wet hole. As he rocked his cock inside her as I flicked her clit with my tongue, holding her legs down and against Alexi’s.

He had her upper body pinned and her mouth covered in deep kisses. I felt her explod
e under my tongue. She crested in waves of orgasm and panted and moaned under Alexi’s kiss. I moved up to her face and Alexi released her mouth. She looked at me with shock and awe while Alexi fucked her from behind. I caressed her breasts and moved in to kiss her. Alexi’s pounding grew intense and violent, and Dominica moaned against my shoulder where I held her like a frightened child. Finally, Alexi climaxed inside her and then released her into my arms. I held her naked body against me while Alexi arranged himself. She was panting, heavy in my arms. If I let go of her she would fall to her knees. I helped her sit and slid the robe around her shoulders.

Dominica slowly regained her composure and reached inside a desk drawer to pull out a cigarette. She lit it and took a drag.

“I know I shouldn’t smoke," she said to me, then, "So, Alexi. You brought me your friend here. And I enjoyed the entertainment, but what did you really come for?” She was a tough nut to crack. Her subtlety during sex had not told the true story of her  personality. She took another drag and tied the robe around her waist.

“
The land deed Dominica. I need you to turn it over to me. It is highway robbery to insist on two million.”

“
Give him the deed Dominica,” I said, trying to help.

“
Ah, Julia. Anything for you my dear, truly, but I don’t have it. My brother has it and he is with his gang in Moscow. He has informed me he won’t take a cent less than two million. You can either pay him or give up your land. You have two million don’t you Alexi,” she mocked.