Enraptured: Spellbound (Book Four) (3 page)

“
The loan was for five thousand, and it was ten years ago. I repaid him, with interest, nine years ago."

“
Unfair Alexi? What is fair anyway? Besides, there is nothing I can do. And I would. I like your friend. She has me quite enraptured, and I like you as well. When I see you, that is. But, like I said, there is nothing I can do. I no longer hold the deed. I only had it for a short time on the request of my brother. And he has taken it to Moscow. He wants his money. If I could help you, I would. I assure you. I would like to play again.”

I slid out of my opera gown and hung it
in the closet, took off my earrings, and kicked off my shoes. Then I slid into a sweat suit. I was still wearing the high end, lacy bra and panties underneath, but longed to be comfortable.

I found Alexi standing in front of the huge patio window looking down at the street below. His hand gripped a glass of bourbon on ice. I went to him and put
my arms around his waist, waiting for him to speak. His body was tense, hard. It was blocked to me. I drew away and walked to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of chilled Chardonnay. I took my wine and climbed into the big leather sofa, waiting for Alexi to speak.

He turned to me. His face expressionless. Then he sat on the sofa across from me and stared down at his drink before tilting his head
back up to me. I smiled at him-- a goofy smile that said everything was alright. He didn’t return it. I sighed. Someone was going to have to say something, and it was probably going to have to be me.

“
So, what was that all about? I mean, I get that Dominica’s brother has your land deed and now wants two million for it. How is that even possible?”

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When Communism fell and my parents left, I began my wine making business in earnest. We used to sell our grapes to local distributors, but I thought there would be more money in making my own. I’d made some batches through the years, and they were good. I borrowed five thousand dollars from a local loan shark, Dominica's brother, Boris. A mistake, but no banks would give out loans back then. I was able to put together my factory and repay him within a year. But back then, I didn’t understand that I had to reconfigure the land rights. He must have bribed someone at the property office and now holds the deed to my land. It is illegal, my family rightfully owns that land. But nothing is really ‘legal’ when it comes to land or business. I could pay him, usually, but most of my cash is tied up right now. He is threatening to collect on the ‘loan’ he made ten years ago if I don’t pay in seven days, or he will take my land.”

“
Why not ask Victor for a loan?”

“
No.”

“
Why not go to a bank.”

“
I need to deal with Boris directly.”

“
I can help you. Please let me.”

“
You are not ready, my Darling,” he said, putting his glass on the table and rising. He moved toward me and stood above me where I sat on the couch. “Take off that ridiculous sweat suit.”

I like the sweat suit, it was comfy
. But I liked him to be pleased with me even more. I unzipped the hoody to reveal the lacy black bra underneath. He stood there, looking down at me, not moving. His face was stone. A shiver of nervousness ran across my back like it always did when those fierce blue eyes bore into me.

“
And the pants,” he said.

I slipped out of them. Unable to move from the couch or think straight.
My mind drifted. I felt myself go meek, succulent, as I looked up at his face. His lips curled in a sideways smile and he ran his fingers through my hair.

“
My little Julia, so eager to please.” He unzipped his pants revealing his hard cock. My eyes bulged. His hand gripped the base and the other gripped my hair. He leaned into me. “Open your mouth.”

I let him slip inside me, his
hands on the side of my head. He slowly pushed the full length of his cock into my throat, and I took the whole of it without choking. I could smell his spicy scent, the curl of his public hair tickled my lips. He thrust his cock in and out of my mouth bobbing my head with his firm hands.

I put my hands on his hips trying to keep my balance, but he pulled out of m
y mouth, led me to the bedroom, and told me undress and lie down on the bed. I complied and waited for him. Moments later he was naked above me, tying my hands to the head board and my legs to the foot board.

“
I’m going to increase your power, my Darling. This may hurt.”

He turned off the lights and lit candles and incense around the room. Exotic aromas filled my nose and sent me into an overwhel
ming daze. Wasn’t I strong enough? Couldn’t I keep my wits about me? I pulled against the bounds.

“
Alexi, is this really necessary?”

“
Yes,” he said, covering my mouth with a gag. Crap, he said it was going to hurt.

I heard a vibrator sing into life and felt it touch the insides of my thighs. Alexi chant
ed in Russian. The sound of it reminded me of the rituals at Victor’s castle. The room tilted before my eyes, and I started to lose my grip of reality. The vibrator pressed into my clit and hummed my lust awake. I tried to rub against the vibrator to give myself an orgasm but he pulled it away, still chanting.

I saw something hot and red coming toward
me. It made contact with my skin and sizzled. I screamed under the gag. He was branding me-- again. Oil dripped on the brand, soothing the pain slightly. Then the vibe was on my clit again. Coaxing my desire to arise.

I couldn
’t help but feel the surge of erotic fury come down through my heart into my pussy. He pressed the vibrator inside me, pumping it violently. Just as I was about to orgasm again, he pulled it out, leaving it gently pressed against my clit.

A new humming sound filled the smoky air in the room. Then a buzzing needle touched the skin of
my side, just above my hip. He was tattooing me. The vibrator kept my body just on the edge of orgasm as he drilled the tattoo into my skin. Was this increasing my power? I felt powerless to him. I wanted him to climb on top of me and fulfill my desire. I wanted his cum inside me.

I don
’t know how long to the tattoo took, but the entire time I was just on the edge of climax, hearing him chant in Russian. My body became numb and engorged. I could hardly contain myself. I moaned wildly under the gag, begging for release. My pussy was sopping wet. I could feel it dripping down on the bed. My body screamed, my mind drifted through time, beyond the pain, beyond emotion.

He finished the tattoo and pushed the vibrator into my clit and then slid it into my pussy.
It was just enough to awaken my arousal again but not enough to push me into climax. He pumped it a few times and withdrew it as I started to tilt my hips toward it. Then the glowing red brand came out again as he chanted. It pushed into the space just below my breast. I screamed under the gag, but the sound was completely muffled. Oil dripped into the burn and Alexi was on top of me. His cock slid inside me effortlessly. I came the instant he his cock filled me. I pulled against the bounds as it washed over me. He held still, letting the orgasm rock my body.

Then he tore into me as the climax continued on and on.
He pumped me with full force-- my arms and legs bound to the bed, my mouth covered in a gag. He was strong and his arms and hips pummeled my body like a prize fighter. My nipples were like aching stones that he sucked in his mouth as he fucked me. I arched my back, taking his beating hips and the many thousand pleasures they brought.

I saw a sharp dagger in the corner of my eye. He slowed his rhy
thm and brought the dagger toward my breast. My eyes widened. The dagger bit into the skin above my breast, opening a thin strip of red that dripped over my body. Just then Alexi pulled his cock out and seed spilled over my stomach. He knelt before me and rubbed the blood and cum and oil together across my chest and stomach as he chanted.

Tears welled in my eyes. I felt power surge
inside me, hot, erotic, demonic power. My eyes felt like they were burning. He looked at me and smiled, lifting his legs to stand beside the bed. He left me tied while he went into the bathroom. I heard the water splash in the sink. Alexi returned wearing a robe. He untied my arms and legs and helped me sit up, giving me a glass of water.

“
You handled that quite well,” he said, rubbing my back.

I ached all over. My skin was burning. Tears ran down my cheeks though I was not weeping.

“You were awake the whole time. I expected you to pass out. Your power is growing.”

I took the water and chugged it down. My mind was fuzzy, but I
could feel myself pulsating. It felt like what I imaged it must be like to be on cocaine or heroin. I just felt buzzed and fully alive. Even through the pain and the confusion, the growing power pulsed through my veins. 

Alexi stood in the window overlooking the opera house. His sleek Armani suit shined in the back light of morning. Beyond the opera house, giant white clouds gathered over the Black Sea. My head was pounding and my skin burned. I poured myself a cup of
coffee with sugar and cream and slowly sipped the light brown liquid. The coffee soothed my parched mouth. Alexi’s cell phone rang, and I moved into the master suite bathroom. I wanted to see what he’d done to my body the night before.

I placed my cup on
the bathroom counter and let my bathrobe fall to the floor. A one inch red gash crossed my chest. Dried blood clotted the sharp wound. It was as thin as a paper cut and would probably heal without a scare, but it stung. I lifted my right breast and found a brand of what looked like an arrow. The brand on my side looked like two L’s inter-joining. One was reversed and upside down. The tattoo on my hip looked like a Star of David.

There was salve on the counter and I rubbed it into all the angry red skin. Al
exi had given me a tattoo back at Victor’s mansion without having to tie me up and put me under. Why was it necessary now? I thought I’d been initiated. I wanted to ask him, but the feeling I got from him this morning was not a pleasant one. The worry over his land was eating him up. He was distracted and cold. I didn’t like it.

I jumped in the shower and let the water run over my
body. It stung, but I washed myself through gritted teeth. When I got out of the shower, I rubbed the salve into the wounds again and put on loose clothes. Even my flowing maxi dresses hit places that had been wounded, and I opted for my sweat suit, even though Alexi called it ridiculous.

I walked out of the bedroom still patting my hair dry with a towel. Alexi stood on the patio
, leaning over the railing-- his face in profile as he stared into the distance. I filled my coffee cup and joined him. His face was cold, but he warmed when he saw me.

“
Good morning,” I said, sipping my coffee. He knew I loved coffee and kept a constant supply in the house, even though tea was the norm in this part of the world.

“
How did you sleep, my Darling,” he said, leaning to kiss me.

“
Fine, considering… What is all this about anyway. These brands and tattoos. What do they mean?”

“
They are various occult symbols, runes, they increase your power.”

“
What do they mean specifically?”

“
There is a book on the shelf in my bedroom. It will teach you about your sex magic power, and what the symbols mean. I don’t have time to teach you now. But if you have questions later, I will answer them.”

“
Who was on the phone?"

“
It was a Boris. He is demanding the money be wired by tomorrow.”

“
Why don’t you use your mind magic on him.”

“
If only it were that simple. It doesn’t work over the phone. Mind magic is also called magnetism. I have to be physically present for it to work.”

“
Why not give him a visit?”

“
Boris is a dangerous man. I might find a bullet in my chest before I even open my mouth.”

I thought about it for a minute. It seemed a little hopeless. I understood
why he was so worried. Then it occurred to me that I could help him. I could go to Boris. But the thought of having sex with the dangerous gangster made me shiver in fear. I didn’t tell Alexi my idea. Maybe he had the same thought, but he wasn’t saying anything about it.

He kissed me lightly and told me he would be back later, and I should take a look at the grimoire in his bedroom. I watched him leave and went to find the book. It was there on the shelf, an old book bound in leather and strapped with a l
eather cord.

I unsnapped the silver lock and peered inside. It was all in Russian. How was I supposed to read this? Alexi must have forgotten I can
’t read Russian in his hast to deal with Boris. I thought about calling him and asking about the book, but he was so hurried and disconnected, I didn’t want to bother him.

The next best option was the Internet. I went to the laptop that sat on the desk in his office and swept my finger across the touch pad. A web browser was already open to a page in Russian. I
thought of translating it, but decided to leave Alexi his privacy. I clicked open a new tab and told it to be in English. Then I typed my first web search— magic symbols.

The pentagram tattooed on my thigh was easiest to find. It was used extensively in
magic and mysticism. Some interpretations stated that it meant that every man and woman is a star. The lower four arms are the arms and legs of a person and the upper arm is the head. My pentagram was tattooed with one point up. That was a good sign. Two points up was used in Satanism-- black magic. I didn’t want to be a bad witch, even though bending people to my will through sex magic didn’t exactly strike me as “white magic.”

I kept reading. The pentagram also meant the five elements
— fire, water, earth, air, and spirit. These elements together were the sum total of the universe. My pentagram was open without a circle around it, which meant active and direct. I guessed sex magic was pretty active.

Then I looked up the six poin
ted star, the Star of David tattoo on my hip. It was called Solomon’s Seal and represented the elements of fire and water. Fire pointed up and water pointed down. It meant a union of opposites— the alchemy of balanced forces. That made sense for a sex witch. Sex was all about balancing opposites. There was almost always a dominant and submissive force in every sexual encounter.

Then I tried to find what the brands meant. The X I had on my side meant something along the lines of love and relationships. It was about
connections. I assumed that meant my connection to Alexi. It was a gift between lovers. Like a ring in a wedding.

The sideways square on my spine was related to sexual energy, increasing lust. It was a male symbol that meant growth and life. That made se
nse. Sexual energy, lust. My sexual power had increased a thousand times since receiving the brand.

The new brands on my breast and on my side were a little obscured because they were swollen, but the one
under my breast looked like an arrow pointing up. It meant something along the lines of— warrior, courage, and self sacrifice. The intersecting L’s on my side meant something about legalities and harvest and something about good fortune.

I
’d never been very interested in occult stuff before I’d come to Ukraine and met Alexi. It was as foreign as the language. Most of the symbols came from traditional western witchcraft. I wondered why his coven used western symbols on me. I’d have to ask him when he returned.

Alexi came through the front door was the sun
was setting. I was still sitting in his office reading about witchcraft. I felt a little stupid. I’d already been initiated into an ancient coven and was getting my information from Wikipedia. I stood and smiled at him. I was hungry from studying all day, but Alexi had carried in a bag of take out. It was sushi— my favorite. I put the trays out on the dining room table as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and sat down next to me.

“
How are you?” I asked reluctantly.

“
Good,” he said, giving me a tired half smile, “How was your day. Did you learn anything from the grimoire?”

“
Eh… No. It’s in Russian.” His face contorted, realizing his mistake. I didn’t rub it in. “But,” I said quickly, “I read some things on the Internet. I learned what the symbols mean.”

“
Ah, my resourceful Julia. Do you have any questions?”

“
Well. Kind of. My main question is— what kind of magic do you use. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

“
Good and bad are subjective terms. But for clarification-- even with mind or sex magic, we can never take anything from someone they would not be willing to give under different circumstances. That is why the issue with Boris it touchy. He is an evil man. The question is if there are any circumstances under which he would hand over the deed without his demands being met. I have been conversing with Victor and others about the correct path to take. I had hoped to solve this with Dominica. But it appears she was being used as a front."

"I see. So with the cop and the
office woman, it wasn't beyond what they would do under different circumstances."

"Exactly."

"I have another question. I also noticed that all the tattoos and brands I have are from Western European occult traditions. Where does your coven practice?"

"
We used the Runes on you because they are most closely related to your ancestry. We practice a mixture of old Slovic witchcraft and new world Themetic ceremonial magic. "

"
I see. How did you get into all this?"

"
My parents and grandparents secretly practiced the old gypsy customs which were handed down to me. As I grew older, I became much more interested in learning academically based magical traditions. I studied everything I could find. About ten years ago, I met Victor. We were both young, but he had grown up in the coven. He introduced me to the order, and I was accepted. Victor’s coven is an offshoot of his parent’s coven. We are mostly younger, new Ukraine witches. We mix magic. We create our own rituals. And, we have all become quite successful in the world.”

“
And now I’m a part of the order?”

“
Yes.”

“
But why all the bondage and sex rituals.”

“
Sex magic is one of the most potent forms of magic there is. You are naturally gifted. And you must gain your power through sex ritual. The restraint, pain, and fear coupled with the sexual arousal heightens the ceremony considerably. The only other way would take many years.”

“
Do I need to learn spells or anything?”

“
In time. Now your power will grow naturally, and with the rituals I perform over you. Later, I will teach you more. But for now it is better to keep it simple.”

I picked up a sushi roll in my chopsticks and shoved it in my mouth. I could feel the power increasing inside me. I liked it. Part of me dislike
d losing control during the rituals. It was intense and overwhelming. It gripped me at every level of being. I had to submit so much of myself, my consciousness, my very identity to allow it to happen. My mind was usually mush as I accepted whatever treatment he used in his dark art.

My pussy
swelled thinking of the extent of my submission. I knew I was my own woman, I knew Alexi respected me, I could do as I wanted. This was my choice. But in order to move forward and to gain my full power, utter submission was required of me. And I had a feeling I had only seen the beginning of what would be required.

“
You are much stronger now. And that is why I will pose this question. I leave the decision to you because the outcome could be dangerous. I am leaving tomorrow for Moscow. I must meet Boris and deal with whatever he has in store for me. I refuse to pay him. I will use whatever magic I can. But, I know that if you go to Boris, and probably his men, you will have a much greater chance of disarming them all.”

“
Ok.”

“
You must understand, my Darling, that it will probably require you to fuck every one of them. I loathe the idea of all those brutes having you, but I know you have the strength and the power. It will flood you will sex energy. The fear, the danger. It is part of what makes your power grow. But, I will not put you in that position if there is any doubt in your mind.”

I looked at his face. He was earnest. I wanted to please him. I wanted to help him. He had given me so much. At that moment I felt there was nothing I couldn
’t do. It was as if I owned the world-- it was mine to consume and to find pleasure in. I took a sip of Chardonnay.

“
Moscow here we come.”