Page 10 of Voodoo Doll
“You’re playing with fire,”Toulouse groused from below me as I picked up the doll once again.?
“Luna is going to be mine, sooner or later. Mind your business, Toulouse, or I’ll mind it for you,” I warned darkly before whispering the incantation over the doll so quietly I doubted even my familiar could hear it.
“Come inside,”I whispered against the doll’s ear, letting my lips brush against the rough burlap just slightly as I watched her through the crystal ball. She was right outside. A vision in a light blue shift dress that hung just to her calves, highlighting her curves in a delicate and understated way. The sheer innocence of the woman called to me, begged me to corrupt her. She would be so easily manipulated, so effortlessly drawn into my dark webs of power. My cock hardened as I once again imagined how I would dominate and break her.?
The bell above the front door sounded, just as I had predicted. Our connection was strong; the doll enhancing the magic that simmered between the two of us. I wanted so desperately to push that simmer to a boil, but patience is exactly where I had made my mistake all those years before. This would not be the same. I would make sure of it.?
I stayed at the back of the shop, letting her look around for a few moments. Anticipation was half the fun when luring in an innocent soul, and what kind ofBokowould I be if I didn’t take a little fun for myself in the process??
“You’re taking more than a little fun, Bash,” Toulouse scolded.?
“Stay out of my mind, rodent,” I hissed menacingly. With a hiss of his own in response, the black feline scurried off to the front room, light as a whip on the tip of his toes, tail flicking back and forth as he scampered off.?
I let my fingers slip between the doll’s thighs, barely grazing my fingertip over where I knew her clit to be. Even from the back room, I could hear her soft gasp. My ears were well attuned to the slightest sound, and I reveled in the knowledge that my slight touch could make her gasp, could make her whimper. Ancestors help me, how I yearned to make her scream and beg for mercy as I had my way with her. Soon.?
“Hello?” she called. I slid the doll back into its hiding place and brushed off my jacket. Time to take things to the next level.?
“Ma chère, how lovely to see you again,” I greeted as I slipped into the front room, almost without a sound. I suppressed a smile as she jumped, startled at my sudden presence mere feet behind her. The moment of fear in her eyes was like a drug that I was quickly becoming addicted to. I needed more.
“Mr. Broussard, hello. I’m sorry, I just realized your sign says you do not open for another two hours. The door was open and I… well…” she trailed off, anxiously playing with the strap of her purse.?
Ancestor’s ashes. I couldsmellher anxiety, like the scent of a fine wine I longed to drink my fill of.
Kindness and friendship would be all she felt from me today. It would further strengthen my power over her emotions. “Think nothing of it,ma chère. Come in, and tell me your troubles.” Icrossed to where she stood, looking all at once like she was about to bolt out of the door, and yet unwilling to leave. I could not have asked for a more perfect place for her indecisions to lie.?
“That being said, I should have made sure I relocked the door after I arrived.”?
Standing altogether too close to her, I slid my arm around behind. Our bodies were close enough to touch, and yet I stayed back, hovering a breath away from her as my fingers flipped the lock with a resounding click. Her quick gasp of surprise shot straight to my cock, making me hard, making me want to discover just how many different touches would cause such a reaction, and more. How would she sound when I used my cane on her? When I cut her skin to mark her as my own???
Her perfume was intoxicating, mixed with the deeper scent of her fear and uncertainty. Delicate and sweet, like peonies in the spring, but there was something beneath it, an amber note that reminded me of the deep night and all the secrets it kept hidden. I wanted to unlock each of her hidden secrets and make them my own, to makehermy own. And I was almost there. Almost.?
“Now,” I muttered darkly, “let’s have a chat about those troubles of yours.”?
“How do you know I have troubles?” she asked, the thin line of her brow arching sharply above her right eye.?
“Ma chère,” I whispered, my fingers finding her chin and lifting until her eyes met mine. “It is quite obvious. Why don’t you let me help you? Free of charge. On my honor.” I held up three fingers, like the boy scout symbol. The corners of her lips tilted up in the barest hint of a smile.?
She seemed to war with herself for a moment, considering her options before she agreed.?
“Alright. Why not?” She shrugged lightly, holding her purse to her stomach almost protectively. My little dark moon was aninsecure one, but that just made the chase more fun. I led her to the back of the shop, past the beaded curtain like before, and into the reading room.
“Have a seat, Ms. Landry. Would you like a cup of tea?” I offered, knowing already that she would say yes. After days of watching her, of invading her dreams every night through the power of the doll, I had a fairly firm grasp on what made this lovely innocent tick.?
“Oh! Tea would be lovely, thank you. I take my tea—”
“Sugar, but never cream, hmm? I told you, Ms. Landry, I know many things.” I said with a wink, leaving her gaping in shock as I left to prepare her drink. Shutting the door behind me, I made quick work of the preparations. As the tea steeped, I found the small vial of blue liquid, pulling the stopper and carefully placing three drops into her cup.?
“Bash…” Toulouse warned, but I simply snapped my fingers, silencing the obstinate familiar. The potion was a simple one, and nothing terribly sinister. A truth serum with a relaxing agent to make her feel at ease. The sooner she opened up and allowed me to build trust with her, the sooner the magic would strengthen. And the sooner I could have my way with this lost soul. I was a master at manipulating the emotions of the hapless mortals who came into my sway, but I was not above tipping the scales in my favor when the opportunity presented itself.?
“Here we are.” I placed the two cups of tea on the table before us, sliding into my seat across from her. The anxiety had only seemed to increase in my absence, and I inhaled languidly, imbibing it like the finest pipe smoke. “Drink. It will make you feel better.”?
She lifted the mug to her lips, then paused, her eyes darting to mine.?
“How do I know you didn’t spike this with some potion?” She eyed me cautiously.?
“I thought you were a non-believer. So what could I possibly do to you?” I parried. For as much innocence as she possessed, there was a tiny spark of brat in her I found wildly intriguing, and twice as arousing. Breaking those who had spirit was always more satisfying.
“Real poisons exist in this world, Mr. Broussard,” she countered beautifully.?
