Page 13 of Voodoo Doll
Instead, with feather-light steps, I made my way to her bedside. She lay curled up on her side, sleeping peacefully, just as I had seen before leaving the shop.?
Tired yourself out, did you?
Pulling the doll from my bag, I whispered the incantation as the tiniest spark of magic leapt from my fingertips to the doll. Creating the connection so close to her allowed me to see a glimmer of power, invisible to anyone not trained in the dark arts, shimmer down her body.
A grin split my face as I watched her react to the magic. A deep breath, a contented sigh, and her body relaxed fully. It seemed her subconscious mind was aware of our connection, and it brought her peace. It was everything I could have hoped for.
My fingertips played along the doll’s spine, watching in delight as Luna moved beneath the sheets. Her mind was deep in slumber, and her body was ripe for the plucking. As much as I wanted to see the look of terror in her eyes as she woke to find me burying myself in her cunt, I held back.
Touching along the doll’s form instead, I found myself entranced by her subtle reactions to my magic. I stalked silently around her bed, watching her from every angle, drinking myself to a near stupor on the heady scent of her ever-growing arousal as I began to touch her breasts, her thighs, and between those thighs, all through the doll’s magic.?
Still, the ancestors called for more. My body called for more.?
Setting the doll on her bedside table, I made a dangerous decision. She was fast asleep, after all. My magic could keep her deep in slumber. And Ideservedthis. I had been so patient, so controlled and diligent in my slow enticement of her. I had earned the right to more. The spirits owed me this.
I knelt down beside her bed, my hands touching the soft comforter for a moment, reveling in the feel of the fabric before moving beneath it. My fingers trailed higher, beneath the sheets, up the side of the bed and over to where she lay, curled up on her side still. My fingers slid over her stomach, the cropped tee covering her but still allowing me to feel her soft curves beneath the fabric.?
Fabric gave way to soft skin, the curves and smoothness of her rounded hip so soft under my fingertips I swore I had never felt anything so sensual. My cock wept as I imagined what other parts of her must feel like.
My fingers moved over her, up and down, soft as a feather, growing bolder with every pass. My thumb traced the underside of her breast, drawing patterns over the rounded curves, higher and higher until I found her nipple. It was large and soft, andmy fingertips tracing over it quickly caused it to become hard beneath my touch. Her sighs were music to my ears.?
The thrill of being caught hardened my cock to the point of physical pain. Touching her in this way, violating her unconscious form, was so intensely erotic that I could not hold back.?
Never ceasing my groping, I deftly released the fly of my pants with my other hand, tugging until I could free my cock enough to allow myself room to move, to grow harder, and to touch myself lightly. Her nipples grew harder beneath my fingertips as my other hand wrapped around the head of my cock, pumping it a few times to give me a modicum of relief.
Still, it was not enough.?
With cautious, unfaltering precision, I tugged the covers down off of her body. A simple warmth charm enveloped the room at my silent command to help her stay deep in her blissfully oblivious slumber. Slowly, inch by tortuous inch, I slid the comforter down her sensuous form until her body was fully revealed to me.?
She didn’t even stir.Good fucking girl.?
Now freed from her comforter and fully revealed for my viewing pleasure, she could be manipulated with the doll with less complication. Picking it up off the bedside table, I held it in a position, mimicking her sleeping form. Slowly, I rotated the doll onto its back and spread its legs slightly. My eyes never left her face, watching for any sign that she might be stirring from her dreams.?
She uttered only a soft sigh, a smile barely playing at her lips as she moved in tandem with her effigy, then settled back into comfort against the pillows, one hand tucked up by her chin and the other splayed out to the side across the wide bed.?
The simple white panties that covered the curve of her sex were nearly my undoing. With her legs spread slightly inobedience to my manipulation of the doll, I could detect a small damp spot, the last traces of her earlier play, gracing the fabric right where it dipped in to follow the crease of her slit. The picture of innocence before me, ripe for the plucking and all but begging to be taken and ravaged, almost made me lose the last shred of control I had left.?
Still moving with the utmost care and precision, I positioned myself so I could run my hands up her inner thighs, spreading them wider until she was fully splayed out for me, her panties just barely covering the plump lower lips of her pussy. Her scent was so thick, so sultry and delectable, my mouth literally watered.?
I couldn’t help myself any longer. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs.?
She stirred ever so slightly, and I immediately froze. Some small part of me registered that it had been decades since I had felt real fear like this. Since I had felt anything this strongly, honestly. I reached for the doll, bringing it to my lips as I whispered,“Sleep, my dark moon. Sleep deeply, and dream of your Master’s touch.”?
Instantly, she obeyed. My heart raced, not from fear of being caught now, but from the intense sexual energy that came from being obeyed so completely, even in deep slumber.?
My fingers ran down her stomach, slipping beneath the band of her panties.?
“Fuck,” I whispered beneath my breath. She was shaved completely bare, something I had failed to notice when I watched her earlier. That was new, but not unwelcome. I preferred my pets well groomed.?
My fingers glided over the velvety soft skin of her pussy, damp with her arousal as I found her slit. With one finger, I slid gently between her folds. She was wet, so fucking wet, and warm,and I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock right there between her thighs and die a happy man.??
But why steal for one night what I could have for all eternity? I only had to be patient.?
Instead, I took matters into my own hands — or rather,herhand. Carefully repositioning myself to be within easy reaching distance, I took the hand that was tucked under her chin and brought it down to my aching cock. Letting it rest in my lap, palm up, I wrapped her fingers around the weeping tip. Her touch was light, no grip to be felt as she slumbered. I wrapped my hand around hers lightly, helping to add just a touch of friction as I thrust my hips, fucking her palm in search of relief.
The fingers of my other hand slipped and slid around her clit, teasing her into ever greater arousal as she whimpered ever so slightly in her deep slumber. Just that quiet noise, a promise of many cries and wails to come, had me fighting the need to explode in her hand.?
Her legs began to tremble as her own orgasm approached. I lightened my touch, edging her. Her brow furrowed, her hips shifting, lifting and seeking more friction, but I kept my touch feather light, barely caressing the swollen nub. Slipping my fingers over the hood of her clit, I pulled the soft flesh back, baring her over-sensitized button to my touch. With tiny little circles, I tortured the tiny nub, reveling in her soft and gentle gasps. Her hand held the head of my cock, allowing me to fuck her palm to my own pleasure.?
