Pulled to the Dark (The Siriena Series) (22 page)

We pulled into the garage under the apartment. She brought us to a stop and shut the car off.

"Felicia," she said. "I am not an exhibitionist. We will not be putting on a show for the security cameras."

I didn't say anything. We both got out of the car. I kept several feet between us as we walked to the elevator. She stepped closer and grabbed my hand.

"I thought you didn't want to put a show on," I told her.

"I could see in your eyes you weren't planning on waiting to reach my floor before you threw yourself at me," she said. "But this is nice."

I stepped closer and clutched her arm. "This is nicer," I told her.

She laughed. "Yes, it is."

I tried to entice a kiss from her during the elevator ride. "Behave," she told me. "Act your age."

"Young and horny?" I asked. "I thought I was."

She laughed.

She pulled me from the elevator, led me to her door, and opened the door. She shoved me inside and followed after me, stalking me. The instant the door clicked
shut,
I reversed direction and threw myself at her. Her back slammed against the closed door and I was instantly on her, pulling her mouth down to mine for a kiss.

My tongue asked for admittance, but she pulled away, spun us both around, and shoved me against the door. She pinned me there with her arms and hips. She was both larger than I was and, frustratingly, stronger. I struggled, trying to pull her closer, but she held me pinned, looking down at me with a predatory smile.

"Who is in control, Felicia?" she asked me.

I struggled some more, ignoring her question.

She pulled me away from the door,
then
banged me back into it. "Who is in control, Felicia?" she asked me again.

I stopped struggling and stared into her eyes. "You are," I told her.

"Are you sure?" she asked me.

I looked away. She banged me against the door again. It didn't hurt, but it got my attention.

I looked back at her. "You are, Petra. Yes, I'm sure."

She immediately pressed herself against me more thoroughly, lowering her mouth to take mine. Her tongue immediately slid between my teeth and danced against my tongue. I moaned immediately.

She broke the kiss and looked at me. "Do you want more of that?"

"Yes."

"Are you mine?"

"Yes."

She took my hand and pulled me into her apartment after her. She dropped her purse on the table. I wasn't carrying one; I was wearing jeans and everything I needed was in my pockets.

She pulled me to her bedroom, then shoved me against the wall next to the door and kissed me again, both her hands roaming up and down my body. When I reached for her, she grabbed my hands and shoved them against the wall at my sides.
I kept them there.

She stepped away, and I stayed where she had put me.

God, she looked amazing.
She smiled and walked up to me very slowly. I watched her eyes. She reached up and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. She unbuttoned each one very slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

She pulled the blouse out of my jeans and finished unbuttoning it. She slid it slowly off my shoulders. She hadn't unbuttoned the sleeves, so the blouse collected along my arms. I reached to unbutton the sleeves and pull the blouse off, but she immediately grabbed my wrists and roughly shoved them against the wall.

She didn't say anything, but when she released my wrists, I left them there.

Finally she asked me, "Do you understand?"

"I don't know," I told her.

"I love your playful nature," she said. "I rejoice in it. But right now, I am claiming you. You may either submit to me or leave. Those are your two options."

I looked into her eyes and said simply, "Yours."

She attacked my mouth. I moaned into her kiss, but I kept my entire body pressed against the wall, not even trying to chase her when she pulled away.

My bra was a front release. She unclasped it then immediately cradled both breasts in her hands, her thumbs rubbing over the nipples. It was all I could do to stand there and not arch my back, presenting my chest for her. My lips were open, and I was breathing rapidly.

She stepped back. "Kick off your shoes," she ordered. I used my feet to peel my tennis shoes off, one at a time, and moved them to the side. Then she was back in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and peeled them off my hips and down my legs.
Soon she was kneeling in front of me. "Step out of them," she said, and I slipped out of the jeans, her fingers drawing my socks off at the same time. She threw them to the side. Without pausing, she pulled my panties down my legs, and I slipped out of them as well.

She stood back in front of me and pulled me into her arms. I went willingly. She bent my head back and kissed me. I parted for her tongue.

My blouse was still bundled around my wrists, partially limited my mobility, but otherwise I was naked and completely open to her. She pulled me into the center of the room then, her hands on my shoulders, she held me in place for a moment before stepping away.

She walked around me. I tried following her with my head, but she hissed at me. I snapped my head forward. She walked around me twice before stepping up behind me and putting her hands on my ass. She began to massage my bottom while her lips reached over my shoulder and took my earlobe. I tilted my head just slightly to give her better access. "Mine," she said with a nip.

"Yours," I agreed.

She bent down and picked me up. I squealed. My blouse locked my hands and I wasn't able to put my arms around her neck. She carried me to the bed and threw me on it. I giggled and looked over to her. She crawled onto the bed and knelt over me, pushing and prodding me until I was arranged on the bed the way she wanted me.

"You will not be touching me," Petra told me. "I am going to do whatever I want to you. Later, there are things you need to know. If you still want to touch me afterwards, I will let you."

"Yes, Petra," I said meekly.

She lowered her lips to my mouth and took me again, her tongue sliding in to play. I was instantly breathless and couldn't stop squirming.

She pulled away, looked at me,
then
took my breast in her mouth. This time I couldn't help but arch my back for her. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her, ravaging my breast deliciously.

I moaned, my hands fluttering.

She pulled her mouth away. "Mine," she said in a deep voice.

"Yours, Petra," I said.

Her hands began stroking me, finding every nerve ending and waking it up. My squirms grew more frantic. Petra touched my sides, my breasts, teased my nipples. Her fingernails traced lines down my sides. My panting grew more desperate.

She laid one of her hands flat on my chest,
then
began sliding it down, rubbing softly over my belly until it reached my pelvis. The fingers played in my hair for a moment before sliding between my legs to cup my vulva.

Her eyes stared into mine. I couldn't pull my gaze away.

"Do you want this?" she asked.

"Yes!"

Her fingers parted me.

"Do you want me?" she asked.

"Yes!"

Her fingers slipped inside and I gasped.

"Do you belong to me?"

"Yes, Petra!" I screamed as her fingers worked their way deeper inside me.
She used the ball of her thumb against my clitoris and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Felicia," Petra said to me, her fingers continuing to drive me crazy. "You belong to me. You are mine." She flicked her thumb over my clitoris, and I jumped. "I control you, and you obey me." She lowered her lips to my nipple and nipped deliciously.

I squirmed and panted. "Yes!" I said.

She lifted her lips and continued to talk to me, her words all lost in a lust-fogged jumble as her hands brought me closer and closer to the crest. She held me there, still whispering in my ear, and I was screaming, "Yes, Petra, yes!"

And then I fell over the waterfall, waves and waves of pleasure rushing through my body as I moaned, "Yes, Petra, yes."

Eventually her hands withdrew as my shudders receded. I opened my eyes to look at her, still panting. Her eyes were searching my face. She kissed me gently, then she slipped her fingers into my mouth, and I could taste myself on her fingers. I sucked greedily, my eyes never leaving hers. She withdrew her fingers slowly.

"You are starting to understand the nature of our relationship," she told me.

"Yes, Petra."

"You don't fully understand yet. I need to show you something. You will wait here. Do not follow me."

"Yes, Petra."

She climbed off the bed and stood up. There was a pause,
then
she disappeared.

I waited for her to return, but suddenly I felt myself whisked away and found myself lying on the floor of my tower. Petra was standing over me.

"Start humming!" I said, afraid I'd start to slide through the floor.

She smiled. "I don't need to," she said. "I didn't draw you the way I used to. I made you come." She paused. "Now, try to go home. Imagine your own bedroom."

I did, just like I had before, but I didn't go anywhere.

"It's not working," I told her. "Did I forget how?"

"No," she said. "I locked you here. You can't leave until I let you. I can also lock you back on Earth."

She knelt down next to me.

"You won't like this next part, but you need to understand. I'm sorry." Then she reached out and touched me, and my entire body went limp. She'd left me my voice, but nothing below that.

"Petra?"

"I'll release you shortly," she said. "I'm not doing this to be cruel."

She waved, and I felt myself slip away and return to Earth. I was back on her bed, but I still couldn't move. She appeared and turned towards me.

"Petra? I can't move."

"I know. Try to leave. Imagine your tower and try to go there."

I thought about it, but I was stuck.

"I can't," I said.

She walked over and caressed my face. "I'll release you in another minute or two," she said. Then she disappeared. I followed her immediately and found myself on her bed in her tower.

"Petra," I said. "I'm scared."

She stepped over to the bed and sat down.

"I'll release you in a moment," she said. "Please don't be angry at me. I'm going to release your body, but you can't leave yet." Then she set her hands on me, and my muscles became mine again.

I rolled onto my side and pulled myself to her, wrapping myself around her.

She caressed me gently.

"Felicia, I love you more than you can understand. But you are mine, and I am both extremely predatory and extremely dominant. You will obey."

"What if I don't want to?" I asked her.

"Then you may ask to be released. I will probably lock you somewhere for a few days and try to talk you out of leaving me. But in the end, if you want to go, I will let you go. But you need to understand something. You will break my heart when I break our bond. And you will never be able to return to
Siriena
again. It's who I am that demands this type of relationship, but I don't control the rules of the bond itself, only how I choose to use it."

She continued to pet me. "Are you asking me to release you?"

"No."

"Do you understand what you just told me?"

"Yes."

She
pet
me for a few minutes while I clutched at her.

"I want to show you a few more things. Nice things. This is my tower. You are always welcome here. I want you to go to your bedroom and come straight back. If you aren't back in a minute or two, I'm going to pull you back and ask what's wrong. Will you come back?"

"I thought I couldn't."

"I just invited you, so now you can."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that. Go home now, then come back."

"Yes, Petra."

I thought of the feel of my bed, then pulled...

And I was there.

I sat up, then ran to my bedroom and grabbed my only sexy, to me at least, bathrobe, and put it on. Then I thought of Petra's tower and pulled...

And I was there.

"Hi," I said.

She turned to face me and smiled. I walked to her and she put her arms around me.

"You are also welcome in my apartment, but I want you to travel via my dojo. Do you remember it well enough to go there?"

"I think so, but I might land in the bedroom."

She paused. "If you land in the bedroom, walk to the dojo, get the feel of it,
then
travel back and forth a few times."