Page 8 of Voodoo Doll
Why did that hurt?
It hadn’t been real.?
It was just a dream. Right??
Before I could give the concern another thought, my clit thrummed with need, as though it had been flicked and caressed by air alone. All thoughts left my mind other than the desire to cum, to succumb to the dark desires that played in my dreams, turning them into gothic-themed, sadistic fantasies that I never knew I wanted. I still wasn’t sure.?
Where were my panties??
My fingers moved over my pussy, fingers dipping between my folds and finding my clit aching and swollen and more sensitive than it had ever been. The lightest touch of my fingers had me arching and gasping, pleasure exploding just behind the tiny tortured button.?
I couldn’t take my time. I couldn’t take it slow. Not when visions of nails scraping over my skin, of my arms and legs tied to each corner of the bed, as some sadistic fantasy lover of my nightmares played behind my eyes like my own personal porn video.?
My fingers flicked and circled over my clit, faster and faster. My hips shifted, lifted, and searched for something to fill me, to stretch me, to claim me.?
My other hand moved over my breasts, tweaking at my stiff nipples, but it wasn’t enough. I circled and flicked, playing with the light pink tips as I always did. But it only left me frustrated.?
“Twist.”
A sinister voice called to me, in my mind. Without question, everything within me told me to obey. I found myself nodding to my phantom lover, grasping the tip in my fingers and turning. Tighter and tighter, I twisted, the pain igniting like fire in dry tinder while my other hand played my clit like a well-known instrument of pleasure. And pleasure there was.?
“Harder.”The voice of my imaginary torturer guided me. Something about that voice made my heart tighten with fear, just as it made my core throb with desire.
Desire won. Twisting just another quarter turn, lights exploded behind my eyes, my orgasm cresting so quickly I could not even breathe or prepare myself. It was as if something else was forcing it, enhancing it beyond anything I’d achieved with self-pleasure before. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as every inch of my body convulsed. A scream of fear and ecstasy tore from my lips, scraping and slashing its way through myvocal cords and throat with a violence that matched that of my touch.?
Moments later — or perhaps hours, I could not tell — I weakly tugged the covers back up over my naked form. Sweat dried on my skin, making me feel unclean, but I was too spent to care. There was something decidedly naughty about it, anyway. Curling up on my side, I tried to let sleep claim me once more, to bring me more gently into wakefulness a little later in the morning.?
Sleep was a fickle beast, however. Instead of calm slumber, I found myself thinking back to the fantasies I’d had over the last few days, the dreams that had awoken me from sleep into a mixture of terrified arousal with images I had never even considered before, let alone fantasized about, playing in my head on a loop that would not quit.?
Being tied up on my stomach, ankles and wrists bound while someone forced my head down onto a long, thick cock. Being forced to take it deep in my throat, cutting off my air until I began to black out, before being allowed another breath. Over and over until I was sobbing, begging for a reprieve.
Wax being poured over my body, the burning liquid solidifying on my nipples, stomach and thighs in chaotic patterns in a dark room lit only by soft flickering lights. It didn’t matter how much I screamed and thrashed, the pain of the molten wax never relented.?
A knife blade being run over the tender skin of my inner thigh, leaving just the faintest trail of sliced skin, not even enough to bleed. The fear claimed me faster than any ever had. With one flick, I’d receive either ecstasy or death — and I had no idea which.?
All these thoughts jumbled in my mind, confusing me.?
I flopped onto my back again with a loud huff of frustration. Sleep would not come, and I knew it. Resigning myself to drinktwice as much caffeine to get through the day, I headed off to the shower. Might as well be clean if I couldn’t be well rested.?
Showered and caffeinated, I decided that what I needed was to get out. Perhaps if I was away from these four walls and saw some different scenery, my dreams wouldn’t plague me so badly at night. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, quickly finding Joshua’s number.?
I had tried over the last few days to push away the thoughts of Joshua’s potential betrayal. Just the thought of it being true made my stomach curdle with rage and my heart clench with aching sadness and despair. Instead, I worked to convince myself that all that mumbo jumbo with Mr. Broussard was nothing more than an act.?
Come on, Luna. Think clearly for once. Reason over emotion.?
If I wanted to feel more secure in my relationship, then I needed to put in more effort. And I hadn’t seen Josh in nearly three days. He’d been so busy with work, but if I were being truly honest with myself, I’d also been avoiding him.?
I should call him. I reached for my phone, quickly pulling up his contact and pressing the button. It rang.?
And rang.?
And rang.
“You’ve reached Josh. You know what to do, so why don’t you just go ahead and do it?”?
The sound of the beep rang loudly in my ear, making me pull my cell away with a wince. I clicked the end button, not knowing what to leave in a message. That was strange. He wasn’t usually at work at this hour. Perhaps he didn’t wake up with his alarm.?
I slipped out the front door of my condo, deciding to be a good girlfriend instead of focusing on the negative. The morning light cast the entire street in a pretty golden glow as I drovetowards Joshua’s place. I decided to try one more time before I knocked on his door like a crazy stalker girl.?
