Enraptured: Spellbound (Book Four)

by Night, Trinity

  Using my sex powers to get out of a ticket seemed like kind of a waste so I headed over to the flat, showered, changed, and grabbed my electronic translator. I was going to the licensing office so that I would at least have papers if I ever got pulled over again. I should be able to bribe a cop with a few dollars. The next one might be ugly.

  I arrived at the licensing office that was a dingy building in the suburbs. There was a long line in the musty smelling room. The range of people amazed me. It was a testament to the dichotomy of the Ukraine. There were hunched old ladies in threadbare dresses and dirty head scarves, there were young men in nothing but ratty jeans and greasy tank tops, and there were people in the latest designer fashions.

  It was a much wider gap than what I saw back home in Seattle. Sure there were rich and poor people, but the way people looked on the street tended to be less dissimilar. Even the a maid or a fast food worker had a decent jacket to wear. You could get one at the Salvation Army or something. A lot of my classmates shopped at thrift stores. You could get some good stuff for a few bucks. Apparently that wasn't true here.

  I stood in the back of the line and waited for it to slowly wind toward the window. It took most of the afternoon for me to finally get to the front of the line. By then, most of the office was empty. I walked up to the window and spoke into my electronic translator to the woman behind the glass window.

  “I need an international driver’s license,” it said in Russian.

  “We don’t give those,” the translator said for the clerk.

  “I need to be able to drive here.”

  “Do you have a residence?”

  “Yes.”

  “Proof of residency please.”

  “I don’t have it.”

  “Come back tomorrow with the documents, we are about to close.”

  “I’m sure we can work something out,” I said, leaning over and letting my breast fall out of my dress, pressing against the window glass.

  The woman looked surprised and then the spark of an idea crossed her face. She smirked at me and looked around the office behind her. There was no one else back there. She stood and looked around the waiting room. I was the last person there except for a little old woman who was sleeping on a bench in the corner. The clerk motioned to a door that opened into the offices and then lowered a sheet of wood in front of my face. I walked over to the door she indicated and waited. I heard the lock click and the door slowly creaked open.

  “Davai!,” she said, motioning for me to come inside quickly. She looked around the waiting room and locked the door behind us. I pulled her into me and locked my mouth onto hers, reaching under her gray suit skirt. She pulled away.

  “Zhdat’,” she said, turning to lock the door that lead to the back offices. Then she returned and pulled my breasts out of my dress. They jiggled there and we stared at each other. I smiled and started to open the buttons of her suit.

  “Net,” she said pushing me back on the desk behind me. She wanted to be in control. She pulled the pins out of her long black hair and it fell around her pale face. I reclined on the desk, pulling my dress up around my hips. She looked at me as if she was pleased, putting her hand inside my lacy white panties. Her long thin fingers inched inside my pussy and she looked down at me, her face cold and self-satisfied.

  “Malenky Yankee slut,” she said, licking her red lips. She was enjoying this. Her fingers pushed deep inside me and she used her other hand to squeeze my tits. My back was arched over a stack of papers. Her fingers played at my pussy and clit making me drip juice on her hands. She bent down and placed her teeth on my nipple, biting hard as she pumped her fingers inside my pussy. I wanted to kiss her. She was very beautiful. Her sharp, high cheek bones were pronounced under the harsh office lights.

  I tried to sit up and pull her to me, but she wouldn’t let me instead she turned me over on my stomach. She pulled a length of telephone cord and used it to tie my arms down to the desk leg. I was stretched over the desk my ass in the air as she hiked my skirt up and slid down my panties. Then she took a ruler from her desk drawer and slapped my ass with it right across the welts from the cop's leather belt.

  This wasn’t going at all as I’d planned. The woman walked around in front of me holding a big rubber dildo and forced it in my mouth. The thing tasted of plastic and pussy. When she pulled it out and it was sopping wet with spit. Then she walked behind me and shoved it in my cunt. I moaned, but that just made her slap me with the ruler.

  She knew exactly how to move the fake cock to excite me. It rubbed on my g-spot, and I exploded and contracted on the dildo like a wild woman. I heard her laughing as she pumped the dildo into my dripping pussy. She was relentless, and I felt her knuckles punching into my clit as the dildo was thrust into me. She didn't let me stop or catch my breath. Every moan brought a sadistic smack from her ruler. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound, but the dildo kept pumping me into climax. My nipples pressed against strewn stacks of papers on the desk and my wrists chafed against the phone cords.

  The next thing I knew her pussy was in my face and she forced my head into her crotch. It was perfectly shaved and smelled of musk and perfume. I opened my mouth, allowing her cunt onto my tongue. I licked her as she bucked against me. I was tied down. I couldn’t move. The woman had my face planted in her pussy as she knelt on the desk in over me, her legs bent over my shoulders.

  She held onto the back of my head and moved my face into her cunt. I licked frantically, willing her to come. I’d never fucked a chick before. I mean, I’d had an orgy with the coven, but I was barely aware of that. This was totally vivid. The taste of her juices dripped down my chin. Her bucking got more intense as she rocked into me. Her breathing was coming in pants and she broke out into wild moaning as her pussy twitched under my lips.

  When she got up, her manner seemed to change. She untied me quickly and helped me stand up. Then she brushed the hair out of my face. I pulled my dress back up over my tits and smiled at her. I finally got a chance to kiss her lips and she embraced me, hard, not wanting to let go. I stood back and asked her about the license again. Her eyes grew wide and she rushed around the office. She pulled out a camera and fixed my hair before motioning for me to stand against the wall. The camera flashed and the woman hurried to a computer and began typing. A few moments later, she printed out a Ukrainian driver’s license and handed it to me. She was so cute when she wasn’t forcing my face into a desk.

  Chapter Three

  I drove home with license in hand, barely able to sit on my ass. These officials really liked spanking, didn’t they. It was awfully easy to get them to have sex with me. The cop was one thing, but who would have anticipated that the office woman was into chicks? It was lucky, I guessed.

  I made it back to the flat and parked the Range Rover. The Porsche still wasn’t there, and it was getting dark. It had been a lot of trouble, but it was worth it to be able to drive around legally. I would avoid drinking from now on, however. I trudged up the stairs to the elevator and rode up to the third floor. When I got inside, I pulled of my dress and drew myself a warm bubble bath. I made myself a cup of tea, grabbed a good book, and sunk into the steamy warm water. Alexi’s bathroom had a jetted tub and wall to wall marble tile. The shower could fit three people and the here was a long counter with twin sinks below a huge mirror. I loved this bathroom. It was a far cry from the outhouse back at the cottage. I soaked in the tub and sipped my tea, opening my novel to the spot where I’d left off. Then I heard the door open. Alexi!

  “Julia?”

  “In here,” I called.

  He peaked his head through the door and smiled at me producing a bouquet of red roses. My heart leapt. How could a guy get any more perfect. He walked into the bathroom and sat on the wide rim of the bathtub looking down into my eyes.

  “How was your first day with the car?”

  “It was… Eventful.”

  “Oh, how so?”

  I wasn’t sure if I should tell hi
m. I felt like I'd cheated on him, but I’d dealt with the situation myself and was learning the extent of my powers. I hoped he would be proud of me and approve of my tactics. I’d come to understand that if I could make someone orgasm, they were basically my willing slave. But it didn’t assuage the guilt of the traditional woman inside me who wanted to be a loyal girlfriend.

  “Well. I went to the private beach to paint. It was a gorgeous day. I did a really beautiful painting. I drank a lot of wine. And on the way home, I had a little trouble… with a police officer. I was afraid I’d get arrested. I didn’t have any papers, but it turned out fine. I got out of it. But…”

  “Yes.”

  “I had to use my powers on him. And, well. I figured. I should probably get a license in case that ever happened again. So, I went down to the licensing office, and I didn’t have the right papers there either so… I used my powers again. I feel really guilty. I do want to be monogamous and all. But I also need to understand my powers and learn to deal with problems on my own. I hope you understand.”

  “Of course I understand, my Darling,” he said, bending to kiss my forehead, “You are a sex witch. It is your power. I can’t expect you not to use it. I knew this about you the moment I met you. It was my decision to show you this world. Now the power belongs to you. You must use it as you see fit. But… I could have helped you with the police and the license.”

  “Well. I wanted to deal with it on my own. Plus, you never let me help you.”

  He was silent for a moment. Then sighed.

  “You are right. I will let you help me if you let me help you. I do have a particular problem that might be nipped in the bud."

  “I totally want to help you.”

  “Ok. Tomorrow night we are going to see an opera at the opera house. You will need an opera dress. It is formal. Usually a full length dress is appropriate. Tomorrow you go shopping. Ok?”

  “Yeah, that sounds fine,” I said, smiling. I leaned my chin against the rim of the tub.

  “I just have one more question. Why are people so willing to have sex with me?”

  He chuckled low in his throat. “It is part of your power. You have a special allure that is almost irresistible. While you cannot make people agree with you before you have sex with them, you can get them to agree to fuck you.”

  “Huh… I wondered why it was so easy. One more thing…,” I said as he was standing to leave, “Why does everyone always want to smack my ass?”

  Chapter Four

  I ate a light breakfast in my bathrobe on the patio overlooking the square below. Alexi kissed the back of my neck as he straitened his tie. He reminded me of the credit card from the trip to Crimea and told me to buy whatever I wanted. I ruffled my hair and kissed his mouth. I was starting to feel like a princess. I princess with a sore ass, but a princess non-the-less. Alexi left with a wink and a smile, and I was alone in the flat. I hurried to shower and fix my hair before getting dressed and leaving the condo.

  I decided to walk to the shopping district. It was only a few blocks away. I wore a chic, pale-blue, summer dress and nude red bottomed pumps with my Gucci bag and sunglasses. My hair was piled up on my head in a wispy bun, and I felt the part of the well-off socialite. I’d stuffed my translator into my bag, but most upscale places had at least one customer service person who spoke English.

  I strutted into the first boutique to see if they had appropriate clothing. A pretty, slim young woman came out from behind the counter and greeted me in Russian. Most of the clothing in the boutique was too youthful and casual for what I needed. I smiled at her and asked her in English where I could find an opera dress. She was taken aback for a moment and rose a finger in the air to indicate that I should wait. She scurried into the back of the shop and brought another young woman with her. The second young woman said, “Yes?”

  “Ah, yes. I’m looking for an opera dress. Can you direct me to a nearby shop where I might purchase one?”

  “Yes. Oscar De La Renta gowns. Down the street, two blocks,” she said pointing.

  I thanked them and walked out into the sun. The street was bustling with the upper classes of Odessa, and it felt safe and calm to be there. It was a far cry from the rural areas or even the suburbs that I had seen. I found the boutique and walked inside. I woman was there to help me almost immediately. Fortunately, she spoke English.

  I eyed the gowns they had displayed and ran my hand over the fabric. She suggested a floor length gown with black lace over nude silk. It was dramatic even on the hanger. She helped me to the dressing room with the dress. I slipped out of my clothes and into the gown. It was exquisite. I’d never worn a gown like that before. My prom dress wasn’t even as nice as the dress I’d walked in wearing.

  I gazed at myself in the mirror and wondered how I was going to ever go back to Seattle to sitting in boring class rooms. I was a new woman with power running through my veins-- real, raw, ecstatic power that could turn almost anyone to my will.

  I walked out of the dressing room to let the girl admire me. She gasped and clapped her hands.

  “Prevoskhodnyy! Beautiful!”

  “You like it?” I said, faking modesty. I knew I looked amazing. My slender athletic body was hugged by the nude silk under the exotic black lace. I looked like the sex witch I was. I said goodbye to the Julia I used to be, in that moment. All the sex, the traveling, the experiences, the magic, none of it affected me quite as much as seeing myself in that opera gown. That was when I knew I would never be the same again.

  “I’ll need shoes. I think something with a pointed toe.”

  She went racing around looking for a matching pair of shoes while I admired myself. She brought me a pair of pointed-toe pumps with black lace and mesh over nude fabric. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. They were perfect. I couldn’t wait until Alexi saw me. I told the woman I would take everything, and went to change back into my original clothing.

  I knew it was going to cost over $7,000. But Alexi had said, "spare-no-expense". If I really needed to, I could just have sex with this girl or the shop owner and get the dress free. The idea made me feel a little dirty, but then again, I was beginning to like feeling dirty. I looked down at the girl as if she were prey while she rung up my purchase and carefully put the gown into a garment bag. I handed her my credit card and she swiped it. It was accepted--I was worried for a second-- and I signed the receipt. Maybe spare-no-expense didn’t mean seven grand in one swoop. I took the garment bag, the bag with my shoes, and walked back to the flat.

  Alexi was sitting at the dining table eating lunch. I bent to kiss his cheek and moved to the bedroom to unpack my gown. I didn’t want it to get wrinkled.

  “What did you get?” he asked when I walked back to the dining room.

  “Just a simple little frock.”

  “Not so simple. I can feel it. You are quite proud of yourself.”

  “Yes, I admit," I said coming back to sit in the dining room, "I got an Oscar de la Renta ball gown. It’s exquisite and was quite pricey. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “I’m sure it couldn’t have been that bad. You really don’t spend a lot of money, Julia. You haven’t bought much more than coca-cola and petrol since we got back from Crimea.”

  “Well, you won’t think that when you get the bill.”

  “It is no matter. I am glad you are happy. You seemed changed to me. Was the dress really so fine?”

  “The truth is, when I saw myself in that dress. I wondered if I would ever be the same girl I was when I arrived. I highly doubt it. That Julia is gone.”

  He pulled me to his lap, put his hand on my chin and kissed me deeply.

  “I like the new Julia,” he said.

  ***

  The sun dipped into twilight, and I walked with Alexi toward the opera house. He was dashing in a custom fit tuxedo. His hair hung in ringlets around his face. His blue eyes bright with pride. I walked at his side. My strides confident and sensual. I was the bride of the nig
ht. I was his queen and he was my king. We could own the world with our power, and the knowledge of it set my face to stone and made my eyes gleam like volcanic fire.

  We walked up the steps of the opera house, receiving nods from acquaintances and admirers of our beauty. We were beautiful-- simultaneously primal and sophisticated, youthful and ageless.

  Inside the building, I tried not to gawk. The old Julia was awestruck by the interior architecture. I regained myself and followed Alexi to his private booth. Looking down at the red and gold luxury of the room under an enormous crystal chandelier made my heart flutter. I now belonged to this world. We held hands and waited for everyone to be seated as the orchestra tuned up. It was the sound of anticipation.

  Finally, the lights blinked a few times, and began to dim. A hush fell over the crowd and the singers took the stage. The opera was La Triviata-- the story of a courtesan who falls in love and runs away with her lover. They have a great and lasting love, but she is ill and dies dramatically in the end. It was sad and overwhelming.

  The soprano who played Violetta, the courtesan, was beautiful and her voice pierced my heart through the powerful acoustics of the opera house. As the final curtain closed, I felt overwhelmed by emotion, enraptured by the music still ringing in my ears. I was wrapped in my fine gown, my beautiful lover by my side, but I somehow felt exposed by the music and the tone of the story. Part of me wanted to run away from this new, dark world, and hide in the world of the old Julia— the girl who compromised and played small.

  Alexi took my hand and led me out into the lights of the outer halls. People milled about, discussing the performance. We skirted the crowd and headed around to the backstage door. I hesitated but Alexi led me through. He was greeted by a burly man wearing a t-shirt that was too tight. The man stared down at Alexi and bared our path.