Page 12 of Voodoo Doll
“Scared of what?” My hands flipped hers over, her palms laying face up on top of mine, my thumbs playing oh so lightly against the tender skin of her inner wrist. Her pouty lips opened on a gasp, that fucking gasp that had me biting back a groan of need. I wanted so badly to guide her to the back of the shop, to put her fully under my power, and to compel her to do my bidding, as the ancestors called me to do.?
“I… I don’t know….” she stammered, her eyes flitting down to her lap once more. Beautiful submission that required— begged— for my twisted sadism in response. The call of the ancestor’s bidding struck deep in my bones, their chanting ringing in my ears to answer the call of this lost soul. But not yet. Not like this. This time I would not mess up. This time, I would do it right.?
“Yes, you do,” I urged her, releasing her hands to lie against my knees, my fingers trailing over her forearms lightly. Her posture relaxed and her eyes lifted to mine.?
“I’m scared of being alone.” Her admission was breathtaking. Those large doe eyes, full of such naivety and innocence, just begging to be ruined.?
“Ma chère,” I whispered, my tone deepening to the rich timbre of dominance that I had longed to use on her since the moment she arrived in my shop. “Just because you leave your lover does not mean you have to be alone.”?
The tiniest bit of a smile lifted the corner of her lips.?
Exquisite.
Chapter Seven
Sebastien
Days passed agonizinglyfrom one to the next, and Luna did not grace my shop again. Not for nearly a week now. Night after night, I invoked the doll hungrily, calling on the ancestors to connect us together and allow me to view her while she slept. I fed into her dreams, whispering against the burlap doll all the wicked things I planned to do to her in the days, years, and even centuries to come, should all go as planned. Even though we had only spoken a handful of times, I already thought of her as mine. Shewouldbe mine. I would make it happen.
But visions of her through the crystal were not enough. To see but not touch was a torture in and of itself.?
Each day, my longing for her grew more intense. I craved her, needed to have her in my power. I needed to feel her soft skin, warm and tender from the marks I gave her. I could almost taste the sweetness of her cunt as she dripped for me. It was unbearable.
I had barely been able to work through the day today, so intense was my need to possess her. My cock pressed so hard against my pants, I was certain the imprint of my zipper would forever mar my thick length.?
“You’re getting a tad pathetic, old man,” Toulouse teased from his perch atop one of the tall cabinets that lined the shop front as I locked the shop for the night.?
“Old man? You are barely ten years younger than me,vieil ami.” I shook my head in distracted frustration, turning lights off as I made my way to the back of the shop. I needed my fix of Luna. Desperately. She was a drug I had become addicted to, and viewing her through the crystal ball was becoming less satisfying with each passing night. I needed more. I needed to claim her, body and soul.?
“Are you going to let me in on your plan at some point?”?
I grunted, turning back at the doorway to my private office. I was not in the mood to answer questions, especially from a talkative tomcat. “Why would I do that?”
“Bash, I am your familiar. It’s kind of part of the job description. I am supposed to be your guide, to keep you on the straight and narrow.”?
“You are my servant, and nothing more. You exist to serve me. I do not need a guide, outside of the ancestors who whisper their dark tidings to me.” I knew I was being harsh, but I could not bring myself to soften my words. Not when the primal craving for my dark moon was threatening to claw its way out of my skin. I rubbed my eyes, then tried for a moment of levity. “Oh, and Toulouse? While I may be straight and long, nothing about me is narrow.”
“Ew.” Toulouse gagged as though he had a hairball. “Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.” The furry feline hacked, coughed and complained his way to his bed through the back door of the shop, the one that led up the stairs to the apartment we shared above.?
I simply shook my head, immediately disregarding Toulouse’s tirade and focusing my attention on the crystal ball. The precious doll in hand, I whispered incantations, ready to see what my dark moon was up to this evening.?
To my utter surprise, the image in the crystal ball showed me something I did not expect. Every night for nearly two weeks now, I had performed the spells, and had been delighted to find her sleeping, or at least preparing for bed. But this evening… This evening was different.?
While my pretty puppet reclined out on her bed, she was obviously nowhere near asleep. And she was not exactlypreparingfor bed, either. The voluptuous moon goddess I hungered to possess had one hand holding a book, her eyes careening back and forth as she consumed word after word of what I could only assume was a sultry tale designed to entice and arouse. Her other hand held a toy, and I almost growled with jealousy and rage as she plunged the vibrating length of it into her cunt over and over, arching and writhing as she searched for orgasm in a frenzy. Howdareshe satisfy herself like this when it should bemeslamming deep into her core, filling her with my hot seed??
I could do little more than watch impotently as her climax crested, her body trembling and twitching until she at last removed the toy, and made her way to the bathroom to clean up.?
“It would seem my not-so-innocent little puppet is far more ready than I thought. Such a needy little thing. I will give you the touch you truly crave. Your Master’s touch,” I muttered to myself. She prepared for bed, turning out the bedside lamp and falling into a quick and peaceful slumber.
“Not peaceful for long,” I muttered, quickly whispering the incantations to remove the image and searching for my bag.?
Enough was enough. If she was going to insult me by finding her pleasure in some pretend story and with a substitute cock, then I needed to take the next step. I could no longer watch from such a far distance, merely titillating and playing with my beautiful creature. Tonight, I would go to her and begin laying claim to her delectable body. I could not help myself.?
Seeing her was one thing. I needed more. I needed to see her in person, to feel the very air shift in sexual tension as her body found pleasure. Desperately, I needed to touch her, hear her breath, feel the pulse in her neck. I needed to smell her cunt as she came from my ministrations.?
In no time at all, I stood outside of her condo, quickly finding the large bay window I knew led to her bedroom. It was locked, but the mechanism was old and easily manipulated with just the tiniest flicker of magic. Within moments, I was inside, and my earlier anger dissipated in an instant as her presence assaulted my senses.?
For a moment I merely stood there, working to regain thought as the overwhelmingly intoxicating scent of my Luna crashed over me like a wave. Her smell was everywhere. And it was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. My cock hardened, my pulse quickened. It was all I could do not to race over to her and ravage her like a beast, but I controlled myself with effort. There would be time for her to experience that side of me. Not yet.
