Page 35 of Conjure
The hallway seems to stretch on for miles.
When I finally reach the stairs, I grab hold of the railing and begin my descent into the thick void below, which gapes like an open mouth.
The wood creaks beneath my weight, and the temperature drops with every step. I hold my breath as goosebumps raise the hairs on my arms. Why is it so cold down here? How is it even possible?
“Dominic,”a woman’s voice sing-songs like a twisted lullaby designed to lure me closer. “I’m in the kitchen.”
As I step onto the landing, my shadow falls on the silvery strip of moonlight on the floor. “Who’s down here?”
The entrance to the kitchen opens up like another hungry mouth, much like the stairs.
“Dominic…” The ethereal voice is everywhere: in the walls, the floor, and the roof. It’s in the moonlight illuminating the floorboards and within the frantic beat of my heart.
I walk closer to the yawning doorway, closer to the chill in the air and the sense of foreboding.
My shoulder brushes up against the doorframe, and I pause before I can step over the threshold. A woman stands by the sink with her back to me, dressed in an obsidian dress with a high lace collar. Her dark hair is tied up in a severe bun, revealing her pale neck, and a white apron breaks up the inky black. She’s beautiful in a regal way, breathtaking yet ghostly.
She slowly turns around to face me, the candle in her hand flickering and casting shadows across her features. “You came, Dominic.” Her sharp eyes swim with blackness as I enter the room. “I’ve waited for you.”
“Dominic,”a child’s voice taunts behind me.
I turn around to see the girl from upstairs hovering in the doorway with a doll clutched in her arms and tattered ribbons in her raven hair. I remember that doll from somewhere.
I sway as I shake my head to clear the haze clinging to me like a foggy mist.
“Run along now,” the woman tells the child, her voice washing over me like a warming drug.
Something is very fucking wrong.
Turning around, I frown when my stepsister drops to her knees in front of me, dressed in her little sleep shorts and tank top. “Camryn?” I ask, confused. “When did you wake up?”
Instead of answering, she lowers my joggers and strokes my hardening cock. I lose my train of thought when she peers up at me with those big eyes. Beside her on the floor, a candle dances wildly in its holder.
“What a big cock you have.” She takes me in her enticing mouth and gives it a hard, long suck before releasing me with a pop and gazing up at me with a mischievous smile. “First, I tasted your daddy’s, but it was too big. Then I tasted your brother’s, but it was too small. And then I tasted yours, which was neither too big nor small.” Her voice distorts, taking on a frightening quality as her grip on my dick tightens. “It’s just right.”
Nausea swirls in my stomach, but I can’t move, frozen by morphing fear and pleasure.
The candle flares brighter and flickers over her sharp features, revealing her blown pupils. She drags her tongue upthe hard length of my dick, tracing a blue, angry vein. “I like it so much, I’m going to eat it all up.”
With a final flick, a small tease, she takes me into her mouth before my sluggish brain can register the sinister edge behind her words. She hums around my dick and sucks me deeper.
“Jesus fuck,” I grunt as my fingers get lost in her locks. I have never once experienced anything like it. She deep-throats me like she was born to suck my dick, her tight throat strangling my length. But what makes me lose my damn mind, what finally pushes me over the edge, is the way she digs her nails into my balls.
Pain erupts, and I barely restrain a chest-deep groan as her head bobs in my hands with enough enthusiasm that I have to plant my feet to keep my balance.
She releases me and grips my balls in a tight, fierce grip that borders on a threat. “Give me your fucking cum,brother.I want it all over my face.”
I can barely breathe, my fingers tangled in her locks, while she jacks my dick like she’s on a mission to milk me dry. I’m convinced of it.
“This is what you’ve always dreamed of, isn’t it? Me on my knees, at your mercy, like a good little whore? Yes, I can see your thoughts. Every deviant, delicious desire.”
Another twist of my balls, and I jerk.
“That’s it,brother.Come on my face. Paint me like a dirty slut.”
I erupt.
Strings of cum rain over her face as I choke on my own saliva. She sticks her tongue out and tries to catch it before smiling wickedly. When she looks at me, cum is beading on her lashes and dripping down her face.
