Alexi looked in the man’s eyes and said something in Russian. The man’s composure shifted, and he let us pass. Back stage, the performers and crew conversed loudly, laughing and drinking vodka. Alexi led me to a door with a star on it and knocked once. A woman’s voice came from within, and he opened the door. Inside was the soprano who played Violetta wearing an oriental silk robe. She was removing her eyelashes in front of a mirror.
“Chto ty zdes' delayesh'?” She demanded.
“I have come to introduce you my dear friend, Julia.” As he spoke the woman’s posture changed from angry and rigid to languid and relaxed.
“Ah, Alexi,” she said rising, her robe fell open to reveal a white boned corset with a garter belt that held up white silk stockings. Her red hair hung in ringlet curls around her shoulders and down her back. “I am pleased to meet you Julia,” she said taking my hand. I shook it gently and smiled at her.
“We need to talk about the land deed Dominica. But first I think Julia has something she wants to tell you.”
I guessed that was my queue. He hadn’t informed me what this meeting was about. Apparently he needed a land deed from her. I looked deep into Dominica’s green eyes and reached out a hand to brush one of her ringlet off her shoulder. Her eyes flashed and her mouth drew into a smirking smile. I figured that was a good enough invitation so I moved closer to her and reached my hand between her legs. She gasped.
Seduction certainly was easy when you had sex witch powers. I reached my other hand around her slender waist and pulled her close to me. The woman was trembling under my hands as I leaned my mouth into kiss her gently on the lips. I let the kiss caress her as she relaxed under my grasp. My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I increased the intensity of my kiss, pulling her into me. Her arms encircled me and we kissed each other deeply.
Alexi moved behind Dominica, his hands on her breasts, pulling at the strings of her corset. I slid my mouth down to kiss her chest as the corset peeled away. She leaned her head back against Alexi’s chest as we undressed her. This time I was going to be in charge. She seemed to want to submit to us. I went down to my knees and unbuckled the garters from her corset and her robe and corset fell to the floor. Alexi was behind her, kissing her up-tilted face as I sat on my knees sliding off her panties.
I left her in her white silk stockings and white pumps, but her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. Alexi had his hands around her, squeezing her tits and kissing her. Her pussy was a red landing strip, and I leaned it to kiss it. She shuttered. Her body was fragile and sensitive. Her submissiveness made me want to fuck her hard so I could see into her core-- fuck her like others had fucked me.
I flicked my tongue at her clit and listened to the sound of her panting beneath Alexi’s firm kisses. Her pussy engorged and dripped on my tongue as I slid a slender finger in her cunt. She moaned louder now and Alexi was holding her tight and still. I slid another finger inside.
She was my captive, my instrument to play upon. I pumped her pussy with my fingers as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Her muffled moans filled the air under the overpowering kisses Alexi pressed into her mouth. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers signaling her climax. Now I knew she was mine. But I was not done playing with her yet.
“I think she needs some cock.”
Alexi looked down at me and smiled his slow wicked smile, releasing her just enough to open his tuxedo pants. I felt his cock coming toward the finger that played upon her pussy. She moaned, and he kissed her and slid his cock inside her wet hole. As he rocked his cock inside her as I flicked her clit with my tongue, holding her legs down and against Alexi’s.
He had her upper body pinned and her mouth covered in deep kisses. I felt her explode under my tongue. She crested in waves of orgasm and panted and moaned under Alexi’s kiss. I moved up to her face and Alexi released her mouth. She looked at me with shock and awe while Alexi fucked her from behind. I caressed her breasts and moved in to kiss her. Alexi’s pounding grew intense and violent, and Dominica moaned against my shoulder where I held her like a frightened child. Finally, Alexi climaxed inside her and then released her into my arms. I held her naked body against me while Alexi arranged himself. She was panting, heavy in my arms. If I let go of her she would fall to her knees. I helped her sit and slid the robe around her shoulders.
Dominica slowly regained her composure and reached inside a desk drawer to pull out a cigarette. She lit it and took a drag.
“I know I shouldn’t smoke," she said to me, then, "So, Alexi. You brought me your friend here. And I enjoyed the entertainment, but what did you really come for?” She was a tough nut to crack. Her subtlety during sex had not told the true story of her personality. She took another drag and tied the robe around her waist.
“The land deed Dominica. I need you to turn it over to me. It is highway robbery to insist on two million.”
“Give him the deed Dominica,” I said, trying to help.
“Ah, Julia. Anything for you my dear, truly, but I don’t have it. My brother has it and he is with his gang in Moscow. He has informed me he won’t take a cent less than two million. You can either pay him or give up your land. You have two million don’t you Alexi,” she mocked.
“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.”
Chapter Five
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?”
“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 Dar
ling,” 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 my 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 overwhelming 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 chanted 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 rhythm 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.
Chapter Six
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. Alexi 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, r
unes, 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 leather 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.
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