Pulled to the Dark (The Siriena Series) (13 page)

She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, her hands grasping my ass and squeezing. I pressed myself into her, my head tilted back to accept her kiss, my own arms wrapped around her.

She turned me around and pushed me backwards onto the soft bed. I giggled as I fell backwards. She reached down, grabbed my feet, and finished flipping me onto the bed. She followed me onto the bed, crawling over me and looking down at me as I arranged myself comfortably.

"Mine," she said,
then
began her humming and singing again.

"Yes, Petra. Yours."

She kissed me desperately, h
er
tongue probing
deep inside my mouth
. As she kissed me, she climbed on top of me until she was straddling me.

I reached for her with my hands, but she pulled away from me
and
caught my hands. She
pressed them to the bed over my head. She held them there while she kissed me again, but I pulled them out of her hands and reached for her again.

She caught my hands and pushed them back to the bed over my head.
As soon as she let go of me, I reached for her again.

She growled at me. Then I watched her hands begin to glow. She pressed them into my shoulders and my arms suddenly turned into spaghetti and fell to the bed. She ran her hands down my body, and my entire body went limp. I couldn't move a single muscle above my neck.

She took my now limp arms and positioned them with my hands lying on the bed above my head. She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me.

"That is so not fair," I told her. "You're cheating."

I struggled to move, but she'd left me with nothing below my neck. She stared at me, still humming and speaking her words, but waiting for me to decide what I was going to do.

"Please, Petra. I want to touch you."

She shook her head.

I tried offering her puppy dog eyes, but that didn't get me anywhere.

"Please, Petra. I don't like this."

She
simply
folded her arms tighter.

We were running out of time, and I didn't want to wake up with things like this. "Petra, I'll be good. I'll behave."

She looked at me suspiciously.

"I promise. I'll behave."

She smiled then ran her hands over me again and I could move. I flexed my arms, adjusting them very slightly, then pointedly pressed them into the bed where she had left them.

She bent down and kissed me, her long black hair teasing my face. As always, she tasted amazing, and I wanted her so badly. I wanted to hold her. My arms flinched in desire and she immediately pulled away, glaring at my hands. But they were still where she had left them.

She bent down and kissed me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moaned and squirmed.

She broke the kiss and pointed to my hands with one finger.

"I promised," I told her.

She nodded before lowering her lips to my neck. It tickled. I squirmed
under her. She looked up and me and grinned.

She placed a line of kissed down neck and shoulder before pulling my nipple into her mouth. It immediately engorged under the attention of her clever lips, teeth and tongue. She moved to the other for a moment.

She popped up to give me a quick kiss, glared at my hands for just a moment, then began kissing her way down to my belly button, sliding down my body as she did so.
Her tongue invaded my belly button for a moment,
then
she began licking and kissing her way to my pelvis. It tickled.

Then she slid between my legs, and I parted for her, drawing my knees up. Her lips started teasing my
labia
until I opened to her. Then she found my clitoris and I almost went through the ceiling with desire.

My entire brain shut down with the sensations she was giving
me, her lips and her tongue teasing me deliciously
. Her
tongue parted me and slipped in
side, offering more teases.

I grew increasingly frantic at what she was doing to me, growing closer and closer to an orgasm. She stopped what she was doing, lifted
herself
up to look at me, and said, "Mine!"

"Yours!" I screamed as soon as her lips found my clitoris again. "Yours! Petra!"

She teased and teased, and I rode a wave of emotion until I crested over.

I was still screaming her name when I woke up.

* * *

It was a quiet ride to work that morning. "Something wrong?" Petra asked me.

"No," I said. "Still thinking about a dream I had this morning."

"Good dream?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "The best." I blushed.

"Oh, one of those dreams. I take it he was good, your dream lover?"

"Yes, she was. I scared the cats when I woke screaming her name."

She laughed. "Yes, I imagine that would scare the cats." She paused. "The information I had on you indicated a preference for men."

"Apparently I am somewhat more open-minded than even I realized." I was still blushing. "Ms. Human Resources Boss Lady," I said. "Is this a conversation I should be having with my sort-of-boss at work?"

She smiled. "Probably not, but until we get to work, we're just two friends car pooling. Aren't we?"

* * *

Monday night I went digging through the book and the magazines Petra had given me, deciding what I wanted to cook for the
women who was
literally the woman of my dreams. Yes, I was feeling particularly corny. Being well satiated does that to me.

I decided I wanted a proper meal, complete with candles. Once I had my menu I made a list and went to the grocery store. I bought new candles and
nummy
chocolates for dessert.

* * *

Dream Petra was smiling, humming and speaking her magic words when I opened my eyes. I smiled back and climbed to my feed. We kissed, and she tasted divine.

There was a blanket on the floor. She picked it up and wrapped it around my shoulders then led me out of the tower, doors appear and disappearing as necessary. She took me to her tower then stole the blanket from me. She led me to the bed then pulled me into a voracious kiss. I went weak in the knees, and she pushed me onto the bed.

She showed me her hands. They were glowing. Then she touched my breasts, and an amazing jolt, almost like electricity, flowed into me. It was exquisite. I arched my back.

Then she stopped touching me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She pointed to me,
then
held her hand to her chest.

"Yes, Petra, I am yours."

She touched my breasts again, and I couldn't think.

I caught my breath. "Yours," I said.

She moved her hand between my legs and I screamed her name as I had an instant orgasm.

When I could think again, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. "I don't know if I can take that again. But I am yours."

She smiled and pulled me into her arms. I clutched at her. I kissed the side of her neck and whispered, "Yours."

I woke up.

* * *

Dinner that night turned out just the way I wanted it. I would have liked a "thank you" kiss, but I managed to avoid throwing myself at her.

* * *

Tuesday night, Dream Petra had a new game for us. As soon as my eyes opened she moved away from me. I stood up and moved to kiss her, but she held her hand out in a "stop" gesture and pointed to a rack with the clothes I'd worn two nights ago. She was already dressed in her own Kate
Beckinsale
outfit.

I got dressed quickly.

She stepped up to me once I was dressed and said, "If you want me, catch me."

Then she skipped away, ran to the wall, and gestured. The door appeared. She ran through it but it disappeared before I could follow.

"Oh, that is not fair! Petra! You could at least tell me how."

I stared at the wall where she had disappeared. I stamped my foot childishly then sat down in a huff, staring at the wall.

I managed to not go down the path of, "I can't." This was a dream; I could do anything. Supposedly. But I suffered a big case of, "I don't know how."

She must think I could do it. She must think I could figure it out. She hadn't appeared to cast a spell. She gestured, but I didn't think there was anything magical about the gesture.

I tried envisioning an opening.
I tried believing
there
was an opening, although it was hard to believe something I didn't believe. I tried a variety of silly incantations while waving my hands.

"You could actually teach me!" I yelled at Dream Petra, although I doubted she could hear me through the walls.

I thought about what Dream Petra had done. She had gestured and the
opening
appeared. The gesture had appeared to be
done
casual
ly
. Maybe she was so practiced that it was done precisely, but I didn't know.

There was a noise behind me. I turned around and Petra was standing there. She had her hands on her hips and was frowning at me.

"I can try to reason it out from down here as well as I can while pacing around," I told her. "Does the gesture matter?"

She shrugged. That wasn't much help.

I turned away. "It's just a dream. Shouldn't I be able to do anything I want?" I turned around to look at her, but she wasn't there. Great. "You're not helping!"

I got up and tried running into the wall like Harry Potter at the train station. I bounced off and fell on my ass. I heard laughing. Dream Petra was back. "It worked for Jo Rowling," I muttered.

Dream Petra walked over and sat down next to me. She let me lean against her. "Will you show me again?"

She gestured and the door appeared. Another gesture, and it disappeared. I realized that when she made the door appear, she had pointed her thumb and index finger and spread them apart. She'd pinched to close the door again. "It's like the gestures on my phone," I told her.

She nodded. Then she set her hands in her lap, made no gesture, and the door appeared. Then disappeared.

I sighed.

She stood up, made the door open, then stepped partway into it and turned around. The door closed around her.

"Petra!"

She was half encased in the stone of the wall, partly sticking out. I stood up and ran over to her. I tried to pull her out of the stone but she wasn't budging. She smiled at me.  Then the stone disappeared and we both almost fell over when I pulled her out of the doorway. She hugged me gently and gave me a soft kiss.

She stepped away, clasped my shoulders in her hands, and turned me around. She began pushing me towards the wall.

"No!"

I began pushing back.

She lowered her hands from my shoulders and put them on her hips. She glared at me.

"Just tell me what to do! Please, Petra."

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards the wall again.

"No, no, no!" I pushed back.

Her hands glowed, and I felt my body start to go limp.

That's when I started to cry. "Please don't do this to me," I told her. "I'll go on my own, Petra. Please let me walk."

The creeping numbness stopped spreading as she searched my face. Then she nodded once, and I could fully move. She stepped away from me but pointed at the wall. Meekly I backed up until my back was against the wall. She stepped up to me and the wall behind me disappeared. I took too tiny steps backwards into the opening. She spent a moment positioning me. She pushed my arms behind me slightly and made me back up a tiny bit further.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks the entire time.

Then the wall returned, and I was trapped in the stone. My face from my ears forward was out of the wall. My chest poked out. The rest of me was encased in the stone. I could breath, although it was tight. Other than that, I couldn't move. The stone even held my head immobile.

She caressed my face and kissed me gently before stepping
back
.

I was feeling exceedingly vulnerable and couldn't stop crying. "Wait, please." She reached out and caressed my face. "Do you love me?" I asked quietly.

She stepped back up to me and kissed me again. She nodded, caressed my face once more, then backed away from me and sat down, watching me.

I didn't like it. I didn't like being unable to move, feeling the stone crushing me. I could only take shallo
w breaths, as much as would fit
in my chest, but
my stomach was pressed by the stone
. I started to hyperventilate and fought to calm down. I knew Dream Petra wouldn't hurt me, but once the panic gained a foothold, it spread rapidly.