Page 22 of Voodoo Doll
I finally felt at peace.
The stinging pain of rejection and betrayal was gone from my mind, and I let go. I surrendered. I gave in to this. To him.
A needy moan ripped from my lips as his fingers invaded my core. Holding the vibrator against my raw and aching clit, he thrust inside me, plunging and curling his fingers to hit a spot deep inside as stars shot brilliantly behind my eyelids.
Moans turned to cries as they poured from my lips, crescendoing from one to the next in a symphony of pleasure and pain until I finally screamed, breaking for him as yet another orgasm racked my body, so strong this time that as I writhed and undulated in my bonds, I broke.?
I shattered. I was completely unmade by the sadistic torment of his pleasure.
Just when it felt like it was too much, when I knew that if he continued one second more, I wouldn’t be able to take it, hishands left my body. The sudden, painful loss of touch was nearly my undoing.
Muttered words filtered through my pleasure-addled mind. The ropes that had held me taut, slacked and fell away, leaving me trembling and shivering on the table. I felt his presence beside me, his fingers carefully removing the blindfold. My eyes winced painfully in the now too-bright candlelight, confused and disoriented, until my gaze eventually found his.
“Lie still, my little plaything.” His voice was calmer now. My fear of him was nearly gone, but I struggled to respond. “Feeling a bit cold, are we?” he asked softly. I could do little more than nod pitifully, staring up at him. “Well, let’s see if we can warm you up, hmm?”
My eyes followed his every movement as he made his way over to the workbench again. His turned back blocked my gaze, but he returned after a moment, holding a few black candles, not unlike those he’d used in the reading that very first day.
There were strange, unintelligible runes carved into them at regular intervals, revealing a deep blood red wax beneath the black exterior.
“We shall continue your education on the power of Voodoo puppet,” he muttered, holding up the Voodoo doll for me to see. “See, I do not need physical bonds to keep you still.” He said with a small smile. Placing the doll beside my head on the table, he made a show of spreading the doll’s arms and legs out to mimic mine.?
“Ne bougez pas.” The unfamiliar words confused me as much as they hypnotized me.
My body went rigid, the magic of the doll taking over.
Slowly, he moved the doll’s arms to its sides, my arms moving in time with them.
I was powerless to stop it.
When he let go of the doll, I was paralyzed, laying on the table with my arms down at my sides and my legs spread. That deep, mind-fuzzing calm descended over me again. With a contented sigh, I let go. I gave up my control to him.?
The scent of sulfur overtook my senses as he lit one of the black candles with a match. The odd, slightly too-red flame held me captive, holding me almost as though in a trance.
As he moved it into the center of my vision, the candle’s flame seemed to consume the room, leaving nothing but its flickering, pulsating warmth, and Bash’s black eyes behind it, reflecting the candles in the room like constellations.
“Ahh!” The painful scream tore through my throat agonizingly as he tipped the candle, letting a stream of wax splash onto my chest directly between my breasts. Droplets splashed up onto my chin, stinging before hardening and adhering to my sensitive skin.
Immediately, the fear of being burned and scarred permanently washed over me, but after a few moments, the burning eased. While the wax was hot enough to hurt intensely, the skin beneath its slowly drying surface felt only tender, not damaged.
One deep breath.
Then another.
I felt myself returning to that mindless submission, surrendering to his will.
It didn’t stop me from thrashing and crying out as he dripped wax all over my body; my belly, my nipples, and my thighs were soon all covered. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced or could have imagined. It was painful, yet somehow exquisitely erotic. I could feel my pussy leaking juices, and tried over and over to close my legs, to rub them together, anything to give my clit the friction that it so desperately craved.
“Take a deep breath for me, my dark moon. This is going to hurt.” The need for his pleasure overtook all fear. I obeyed without thinking, closing my eyes as I sucked in a desperate breath.?
“Oh, fuck!” I cried, my eyes bulging open, my head and chest lifting off of the table as a stream of wax fell directly across the sensitive mound of my pussy. It was horrifically, perfectly, unimaginably arousing, erasing all rational thought. Falling back against the hard wooden slats with shuddering gasps, I squirmed frantically, trying to find any avenue of pleasure.?
My nerves came alive as a sharp sting ran against my skin. My eyes could barely discern Bash using his knife to remove the wax in long strips. Had it been minutes? Or perhaps only seconds? The concept of time evaded me as the sharp edge of the blade tormented each and every nerve ending along my sensitive skin, making it sing with painful sensation.
I cursed, groaned, and begged with every ragged breath for him to touch me again, to give me pleasure once more.
I needed it. I needed him. I needed this.
I let myself come to that realization fully and felt tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I finally admitted it to myself.
