Page 31 of Voodoo Doll
“Spread your legs,ma chère.”?
I obeyed without thought, my legs parting in the water, only slightly as there was little room.?
“Hook your legs over the sides of the tub.”?
The water sloshed as I obeyed, the cold air of his home above the shop making goosebumps erupt over my skin. My folds parted under his touch, two of his fingers spreading me wide and tilting my hips just enough that my pussy breached the water’s surface.?
His fingertips pulled, moving the hood of my clit back away from the tender bundle of nerves beneath, allowing the water to lap at it.?
I whined, shifting my hips, searching for more pleasure.?
“What do you want, my dark moon?” he whispered, my mind spinning under his control.?
“I want to cum, Master. Please, make me cum.”?
“Be more specific.”?
“I don’t care how. Just make me cum, please!” I debased myself, begging for the pleasure that only he could give.?
“You should know better than to give me that kind of power,ma chère,” he chuckled darkly.?
His fingers moved lower, teasing my entrance before slipping two fingers inside of me. I groaned, my back arching as his fingers deftly found my g-spot, pressing against it until I saw stars.?
Two fingers became three, stretching me slowly, methodically.?
Three became four, just barely pressing inside me as my body worked to stretch around him.?
“It’s too much. Please, no!” I begged, the stretch providing pain with the pleasure. My mind spun with the duality of sensation. Pain from his stretching, questing fingers. Pleasure from the pressure he put inside of me. Pressing against every nerve ending in my cunt.?
Four fingers and his thumb slid inside of me. In and out, he worked me. His hand formed a fist, rubbing against my pussy ashe worked to stretch the sensitive skin. Every nerve ending came alive under the pressure and pleasure he gave.?
“Deep breath,ma chère,” he whispered, his hand tightening in my hair until my eyes popped open again, finding his gaze fixed on mine.?
I held his gaze, a scream ripping from my throat as he buried his fist inside of me.?
His fist twisted inside of me, putting so much pressure on my g-spot all I could do was cum. My mouth fell open in a silent scream, my body shaking so violently with the force of my orgasm that water sloshed over the sides.?
“That’s it, my dark moon. Cum for me. Give in to it. Give it to me. Give it all to me!” His sharp commands pierced through the foggy haze of my consciousness, pushing me further into the dark power of his possession.?
His fist moved in and out of me, pushing me from one orgasm to the next, until I collapsed, held weightless by the water and his power in equal measure.?
Slowly, he pulled his fist from me, a whimper falling from my lips at the pressure-filled pain. My body relaxed in the water, limp and nearly lifeless.?
With great care, he lifted me from the water, setting me on the bathroom floor, the water puddling and pooling around me as he wrapped a towel around my shoulders.?
Tenderly, he dried every inch of my skin, his fingers brushing over every sensitive point on my body until the only thought I had was of him. Helping me to rise to my feet, he wrapped his arms around me, whispering words in my ear, the French Cajun lost on me, but still, I knew every word. My heart knew the language he spoke, and that was all that mattered.?
I could hear his heart beating beneath my ear as I lay my head against his chest.?
“Will you do it again?” I whispered softly, not ready just yet to be away from his embrace.?
“Do what again, my dark moon?”?
“Will you take control of me again? Like you did before?” I looked up at him, peering into the green depths of his eyes, yet longing for the inky black that came when he let himself be one with the ancestors.?
“Is that what you long for, my needy little puppet?” His words teased at my mind, luring me into his control again with such simplicity. How could I not be addicted??
Nodding quickly, I made it very clear that was exactly what I wished for.?
