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A tickle here, a stroke there. I worked to make Luna uncomfortable. She twitched and trembled, tossing this way and that until she flung back the covers in a moment of exasperation.?
Delicious.?
My fingertips glided over the sides of the doll, the touch becoming more soft and infinitely more sensual. Her frustratedtossing made way for soft sighs as I slowly aroused her. Brushing over the chest of the doll, imagining the way the heavy curve of her breast would move under my touch, I watched as her own hands began to wander over her stomach. There was little intent in her touch, but I would change that soon enough.?
I lifted the doll to my face, whispering just beside the ear, “Touch yourself.”?
I waited with bated breath, curious to know if my suspicions were correct. Was she the soul I had longed for? Would she be able to be so easily controlled? It wasn’t often one could be coerced through speech when working with a voodoo doll, but sure as I had hoped, her thumbs brushed over the underside of her luscious tits, working their way up to her nipples. I watched as she worked them slowly into stiff peaks beneath the thin cotton of her cropped shirt.?
Her hands moved of their own accord, my own fingers randomly touching the doll here and there, guiding her movements with the slightest touch. I wondered what dreams played behind those closed lids, wondered what she fantasized about as her hand slipped beneath the band of her panties. I could just barely see the movement of her fingers as she played and toyed with her most intimate parts.?
My fingers moved over the doll, finding my way directly between the thighs. Flicks and light touches came one after the next as I added sensation to her play. She was already so receptive to my touch, as if she had been created to be controlled. Every curve of her body undulated convulsively as she scaled the peak of her orgasm, blissfully unaware that it was me who guided her towards that release.?
“Propage,” I whispered into the doll’s ear, running my hand around the crystal ball’s smooth surface until the picture zoomed in between her thighs. A wet spot appeared through her pretty little pink panties, growing larger as my guidance andher answering arousal pushed her to the edge of orgasm. It was almost as if I could smell her juices as I hungrily watched her move closer and closer to the climax she so desperately sought.
My cock hardened to the point of pain, pressing against the fly of my pants and begging to be released. But I would not assuage my own desires — not yet. Tonight was not about my pleasure. It was about her. It was about setting my hooks in her, beginning the process of drawing her inexorably down into my web of seduction and control.?
Her entire body shook as I finally relented, allowing her to cum. I could not tear my gaze from the picture of her pure, unadulterated sexual energy as she abandoned all the careful reservedness she had shown in my shop. With her back arched and her head thrown back, she gripped the blankets with one hand as the other continued frantically rubbing her clit as if it was the only thing in the world that existed.?
She screamed in pleasure. No name left her lips, no words at all, in fact. Only sounds, only pleasure. And, ancestors help me, I was addicted to her. My fingers ached to touch, my tongue to taste, my body to possess.?
And possess her, I would.
Chapter Four
Luna
Why was I here?What was I even doing??
I had woken up that morning feeling out of sorts, but not like before. While thoughts of Joshua’s potential betrayal still racked almost every thought, there was something else there. My mind kept going back to yesterday, to that stupid shop, and to that strange man. I had no reason to believe he was telling the truth. People in that line of business made their money off of reading people, from reading between the lines and manipulating people into telling too much. Then they told them what they wanted to hear, and pocketed the money.?
But I hadn’t wanted to hear that Joshua was cheating on me. And while I had absolutely no reason to trust that Mr. Broussard was telling the truth, that he did in fact possess the gift of psychic ability, I could not find it in me tonotbelieve him. Logic be damned.?
I had been walking the French Quarter sidewalks for nearly half an hour now, trying to convince myself to stop being an idiot and just go home. What was the point? Why was I even considering going back? Yet, here I stood, across the street from the darkened shop that barely stood out against the flash and glamor of the rest of the shops lined up.?
“Oh, what the hell,” I finally sighed with utter exasperation at my ridiculousness. Looking both ways, I cautiously crossed the busy street, horns blazing, as I interrupted the flow of traffic. Before I could convince myself of any other option, I opened the door, the loud bell overhead filling the room like a gunshot.?
“Why yes, Mrs. Michaud, I can certainly provide you with a—” Sebastien’s deep, sonorous voice cut off abruptly as the bell sounded. I could see him behind the little desk at the back of the shop, speaking with someone. I winced at the intrusion, and had almost decided to turn around and leave when he addressed me.
“Well, if it isn’t Luna Landry. Come for another reading,ma chère? You wait right there. I’ll be with you in a moment.” He indicated a small bench set against one wall. I moved to obey before I even fully processed his words. Pausing for a moment, I wondered why I so easily followed his direction.?
“Oh no Mr. Broussard, I just—”
“I said, I will be with you in a moment, Ms. Landry.”
I shut my mouth with an audible click and lowered my gaze, feeling a blaze of blush cover my chest and face. Had I done something wrong? Was he upset that I’d come back? Had I offended him yesterday by being so flippant about his business?
What is wrong with you, Luna? You don’t owe this guy anything. He’s just a shop owner who makes money pretending to read people’s fortunes.
Yet I was here, wasn’t I? I’d come back, although I still couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly why. And try as I might, I couldn’t deny that his sharp tone had immediately made me want to fix whatever I’d done to make him mad at me. I bit my lower lip nervously and kept my eyes on the floor as I listened to him finish up with his customer.
“Here you areGra-mere, themojoyou requested. Have your grandson place this in his room before he fills out hiscollege application, and keep it on his person until he gets his acceptance letter. For itwillbe an acceptance letter.”
“Thank you,OunganBroussard. Spirits bless you.” I risked a glance up as the woman left. A puff of thin, cloud-like curly white hair framed a face of mahogany skin, and a satisfied smile lit her face as she clutched a small package. Whatever amojowas, this woman had obviously bought it hook, line, and sinker.
My gaze slid inexorably back to Sebastien as he moved around the desk and towards me. I swallowed my nerves and tried to give him a smile, and he smiled back at me. It was as though a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders, a lightness entering me that replaced the anxiety that had threatened to cripple me over my doubts as to Joshua’s fidelity. I did not know why Mr. Broussard would evoke such a thing inside of me, but I decided not to question it.?
“I’m sorry for barging in here like that, Mr. Broussard. I didn’t mean to interrupt a sale.” I said, standing to meet him as he approached. Hetskedat me before responding.
