Page 5 of Because You're Mine
“Shhh…” I placed a finger to my lips as I hopped off the counter. I could feel his cum leaking out of me already. “It’s okay, baby. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. I love you, Donovan.”
Visibly shaking, he continued to scoot back across the floor until his back hit the door. He pulled his pants up his legs as fastas he could before hopping to his feet. Eyes wide, the shock was evident. I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
“What did you do to me?” he roared, keeping his distance. “I’m going to kill you!”
“You can try.” I chuckled, but internally, my feelings were hurt from his actions and words. “You’re not going to, though. I can run out of here right now and tell Janelle what happened—how her man gave me the best fuck of my life. What do you think she will say when she sees me walking out of here with your nut leaking from my pussy? Do you think she’s going to believe you didn’t want this?”
The tears and disgust that sprang to his eyes hurt me more than his words ever could. He didn’t want me. He saw Janelle and made love to her. He would never be with me, willingly, that is.
“Stay the fuck away from me, bitch,” he spoke quietly through gritted teeth. Fumbling with the doorknob, he finally pulled it open slowly. Sticking his head out of the door, he swiveled it in all directions before looking back at me. “If you come around me again, I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”
Walking into the hallway, he slammed the door behind him, causing me to jump. Hot tears streamed down my face as I thought about his harsh words. The more they rang in my brain, the clearer my mind became. I would have to take more extreme measures to see through our union.
I hissed, fists clenched at my side. “You’re mine, Donovan. And not even you will stand in my way.”
Hoo.Hoo.
Glancing up toward the darkened sky, chills went down my spine as I looked up at yet another screech owl. Seeing one in its natural habitat didn’t alarm me, so I continued on my trek. Sunset Valley wasn’t the best place to be at this time of hour. There have always been stories about how these woods come alive at night, and I was one of those who believed it. Talks of the supernatural and paranormal entities made people steer clear of the Valley, but I welcomed all things occult.
Pulling the strings of my hoodie tighter, all that could be heard was the crunching of the leaves as I walked deeper into the woods. It was nearing midnight, and my heart beat wildly in my chest at what was coming. Tonight was the beginning ofbinding Donovan’s and my love forever. It's been two days since the night we made love at Ashley's house, and I couldn't stand to be away from him any longer. I wanted him in the worst way, and having sex didn’t help my longing.
“Come on.” I stopped as I approached the clearing. Smooth sounds of a nearby stream sang the perfect lullaby while the cool breeze felt good against my warm skin. “It’s time.”
As soon as my watch struck midnight, the air went still. The noise from the birds and insects went silent, while the flow of the stream hitting the bank was no more. Standing in the midst of the clearing, I allowed my backpack to slide from my shoulders to the ground as I lifted my hands and began chanting to the universe.
From the shadows and air, far and near
I call and command you to appear
With closed eyes, I could feel the wind pick up around me as I repeated those words. The animals of the night called out as I had, reinforcing my spell. The stream ran rapidly, crushing against the vegetation within its path. My thoughts and my intentions floated about in my head as I became drenched in perspiration. I wanted Donovan as my own. I want him to love and see only me. While I don’t want to hurt Janelle, I want to create a life of warmth, love, and prosperity for myself. It just so happens that I want these things with her man. Well, my man. It is time he comes home where he belongs.
After saying my chant for the fifth time, the earth around me was quiet once again. Prying my eyes open slowly, a slow grin formed across my face as the small, veiled house emerged. Picking up my backpack from the ground, I threw it over my shoulder as I carefully walked toward the familiar shack. As Istepped on the porch, the boards cried out, much like the ones at my cabin. No matter how many times I summon this home, I’m always blown away by its realness.
“Welcome back to the Black Window,” Gertrude, my elder witch, croaked as she sat in her old wicker chair. “What brings you by, dearie?”
“I need to get a few things to perform a love spell,” I spoke as I gripped the straps of my bag. “I’ve been reading my book of spells and came across the Binding Shadow. That’s perfect for what I want to do, and I need to perform it before daybreak.”
Gertrude said nothing as she stared at me. With one eye, jet black and the other gray from blindness, she was by far the scariest and ugliest being I’d ever seen. Warts covered her entire face, and her nose put the beak of a pelican to shame, giving her the authentic witch-like look. She was dressed in a black cotton nightgown and smelled of mildewed clothing. Rising from her seat, she grunted as she gripped her cane and led me into the house. The four-hundred-year-old enchantress had been around long enough to see many people come and go. She only appeared when summoned, so she long ago gave up on wanting to look young.
“A love spell, huh?” she stated over her shoulder as she led me to a room in the back. The robust smell of sage and various other incense was beginning to give me a headache. “Are you sure that beckoning the Binding Shadow is what you want to do? You’ve never been one to…well.” She walked over to the shelf and handed me a small vial that looked like blood. “Once something like this is done, it can’t be reversed. There are consequences?—”
“Will Donovan and I be together?” I cut her off, arching my brow as the liquid shook in her shaky hand. “Will he and I fall in love?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Then, fuck the consequences,” I stated flatly, taking the vile from her. “I have my spell book with me so I can get the process started.”
Sighing heavily, she accepted a lock of my hair for payment. Money has never done her any good, so she only accepted more personal collateral. After getting the remaining items I needed from her home, I rounded the hallway and pulled down the ladder that led to her attic. My heart pounded harder with every step I took. I was nervous, but I was ready.
Time to make him mine.
Arriving on the attic floor, the potent smell of old cardboard and musk caused my stomach to churn. I pulled myself up, careful not to waste the vial in my hand. Mason jars filled with animal organs, herbs, and various potions were stacked on the shelves that lined the walls.
“The moon is the brightest of the year and it’s the perfect night for your doing.” Gertrude waved her right hand, opening the small curtain and allowing the moonlight to shine through. With the wave of her left hand, three red candles at the front of the room began to flicker. “I will only be here to assist you, should you need it. Do you have a personal item from the one you desire?”
Nodding curtly, I went into my backpack and removed the Ziplock bag that held my underwear, placing it in the chalked circle in the middle of the floor. I was filled with so much of Donovan’s semen that the panties from that night were ruined. I tried to will him to me without resorting to black magic, but my witching wasn’t enough. It was then that I knew I needed to perform this spell, and I was happy that I didn’t throw them away.
