by Ju Ephraime
She brought him over the edge, screaming his release several times throughout the course of the night. He was spent and wrung out, staring up into nothing, when he heard a voice close to his ear whisper, “You’re mine, Todd… all mine, and don’t you forget it. I’ve got your white blood in me.”
He had no clue how long he remained lying in the bed, but the sound of the rooster crowing woke him, as it did most mornings. He was angry to see that the urine and the inside-out PJs had done nothing to keep the witch away.
“Oh God.”
He rose from the bed, his legs a bit unsteady as he walked into the bathroom. He yanked on his robe and stood looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like something the cat had brought home. He was at a loss for words. He felt used, soiled. And then he remembered the voice telling him he belonged to her and his white blood was in her.
He raced back into the bedroom, and sure enough, the bed linen was clean and dry. He believed that was one of the reasons why he’d thought he had been dreaming the entire thing because there was no visible evidence of him having a wet dream. And all along, the witch was milking him dry, taking his ejaculate into her body, hence the reference to his white blood. That was a local saying.
He was in deep shit. He needed to get away from the island, sooner rather than later. He was feeling so vulnerable. He picked up the phone and called Simonia. He knew it was late to be calling home, 9:30 P.M. to his 7:00 A.M., but he needed to hear her voice.
He’d made a point not to call home direct from his landline because it was very expensive to call internationally. He’d told Simonia not to call unless it was an emergency, and he considered this an emergency. He was about to hang up the phone after five rings when her lovely voice answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello, darling,” he said.
“Oh, Todd, I was thinking about you not a minute ago, and here you are calling.”
“Why were you thinking about me a minute ago?”
“You may not believe it, but I think about you all the time. I miss my husband.”
“What do you miss about your husband for the most?”
“I miss you for everything, but most of all I miss you when I have to go to bed alone. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Well, you don’t have to wait too much longer. I’ve put in for a long break to return home to you.”
“You did? Oh, Todd. I love you and miss you so much.”
“I miss you too, darling, but I was waiting until my replacement was confirmed before breaking the news to you. I’m going to call the office today to see how they are progressing on sending my replacement.”
“I can’t wait to go to bed with you nights and wake up with you in the mornings. Should I tell your mom? She was asking about you only today.”
“You don’t have to. I don’t want her coming over the minute I get there. I need some alone time with you. So, why don’t you wait until I get there?”
“Okay, I’ll defer to you in this. After all, you know what’s best with your mom.
“How’s it going with your work?” she asked.
“Great! I just had a breakthrough in one of the treatments I developed for the test. It’s unfortunate I won’t be here to see it to completion, but I would much rather be at home with you.”
“Oh, Todd, you’ve made my night. I’m going to dream about you tonight.”
Oh God, he wanted to say. Please don’t dream about me. He’d come to hate dreams.
But he had to end this call. At fifty cents a minute, it could be very costly. Unfortunately, his cellphone didn’t work here.
“I have to go now, sweetheart. I’ll call you again on Sunday at this same time. Hopefully, I’ll have something definite to tell you then.”
“Bye, Todd. I’ll wait to hear from you.”
***
Todd was getting impatient to leave. He forced himself to calm down and to get his shower over with. He knew he was not all right because, usually during a conversation with Simonia, he would get as horny as a toad. Now he felt nothing. He hoped it would correct itself once he was on his home turf.
For once he got to the lab on time. He walked in, and there was Boris talking to Sharon. He didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t want Boris showing up at the lab unannounced. He tried to hide his irritation and speak to him in a cordial voice, but he was fuming inside. As soon as Sharon went into the research room, he went into his office with Boris.
“What’s going on, Boris? Why are you here? This is the second morning you’ve disturbed my assistant. So what’s going on?”
“Nothing is going, boss man. I was worried about you, and I wanted to see if your assistant was behind what was going on with you.”
“You thought Sharon was a witch? Come on, she’s a kid.”
He couldn’t believe the man thought this kid was a witch. He didn’t know the ins and outs of a witch, but the way that thing rode him at night, there was no way this child could accomplish that feat.
“You can never tell with a witch. She can take on the appearance of anyone. If she wanted to be a teenager, then a teenager she would be.”
“You’re kidding me, Boris.”
“I kid you not, boss man. The witch could be around you, and you wouldn’t even know it.”
“Trust me, Boris, when this particular witch is around me, I know it. She makes damn sure I know it. One thing she’s not is my assistant.”
“I realize that now after talking to her again this morning. She’s indeed a kid—a kid who is almost nerdy about her job. She doesn’t mess around. I’ve been observing her for about an hour, and although I’d no idea what she was doing, I could tell she knew. That’s why I thought she was older than she appeared.”
“Well, I’m happy to see we agree on one thing.”
“How did the things work out last night?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yeah, I want to know. Why else would I ask?”
“I don’t know, Boris, but it was business as usual with the witch. Can you get me the palm branches?”
“I’ll do more than that. I’ll get you the palm branches, and I also brought you a chain from my Aunt Clara. She said you should wear it around your neck at all times.”
“Whoa, I thought I told you not to discuss me with your Aunt Clara.”
“I didn’t discuss you with my aunt. I only asked for her advice and suggestions. But if you have a problem, I’ll back off.”
“Boris, I don’t want things getting out of proportion. I thought I could handle it, but so far, nothing I’ve tried is working.”
“Well, boss man, Aunt Clara gave me this chain that she said is double protection. Silver is kryptonite to witches, and they stay away from it, and the cross is a powerful protection in itself. Do you want it?”
“How much is this going to cost me?”
“Are you worried about money or do you want peace of mind and your body back?”
He wanted his body back, but he didn’t want to start giving money to the Obeah woman. That’s how they sucked you in, and he had no intentions of being sucked in. He couldn’t wait to get back home to New South Wales. There all he had to deal with was sun, heat, surf, and sea. Granted, if he were so inclined, he’d go skiing in the Snowy Mountains in the winter. He was beginning to get homesick, and that had never happened before. Usually his work kept him interested and busy.
“How much, Boris?” he asked again.
“The cross is fifty dollars; the palm branches are free. I’m only taking the money because the chain came from my aunt.”
This was getting more ridiculous by the minute. Taking out his wallet, he gave Boris the fifty dollars and pocketed the chain.
“I’ll be at home about six this evening, but if I’m not there, leave the branches in the garage.”
“Thanks, boss man. I’ll see you later.”
He was happy to see Boris leave. He reminded him too much of the mess his
life had become of late. Everything was falling apart. His Fridays used to be the best time for him since he had discovered Josephine’s. The happy hour there was wicked. But now that he knew the witch was there, she had effectively denied him the fun he used to have there. He missed the food and the laughs as he watched the local soccer game or cricket, whichever one was in season.
Now he had to find something to keep himself occupied. He just didn’t know what.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was finally the end of the day and the end of the work week for him. He didn’t want to go home, and he didn’t want to remain at the lab. So he got into his vehicle and drove out to one of the hotels on the north end of the island.
When he’d first arrived on the island, he used to go to the north side a lot, but now he realized that was just a show for the tourists. Even the food was different. But beggars can’t be choosers, so off he went. He had to stay away from any type of alcohol if he wanted to keep his senses about him. He wouldn’t have any of the sugarcane rum that the locals favored, not tonight. It would be difficult, but he intended to drink no more than three beers.
He was in luck. When he got there, there was a street festival going on. There was usually a street festival going on in the north, especially on a Friday night. A lot of the locals lived for these Friday night festivals. There was always loud music, scantily-clad women, and a lot of dancing, some of it almost sexual. The locals sure knew how to have a good time. He ordered a Heineken, sat back, and prepared to enjoy the show from his perch.
He had some barbecue conch that was done on the grill by the roadside vendors. The dish was so tasty it was only after he’d gone through the entire thing that he remembered it was supposed to be an aphrodisiac, nature's Viagra. The minute that thought came to his mind, his entire evening was ruined. He sat there, too upset to go home and too depressed to enjoy the sights and sounds of the festival.
Against his better judgment, he ordered another beer and was nursing it when a young woman took the seat next to him. She tried to strike up a conversation with him, but he was having none of it.
“Hi, enjoying the show?” she asked softly.
He pretended to be deaf and dumb.
“What's the matter? You not having a good time?”
He flat out refused to answer her, pretending he didn't understand what she was saying. When he saw she would not give up, he paid for his beer, downed it in on gulp, and walked away from the bar. He was so happy she didn't follow him to his vehicle that he almost danced a jig. The last thing he needed was to be picked up tonight.
***
Todd sat in his vehicle for a long while before he could bring himself to drive home. He had not been in love with his townhouse when he’d first rented it, but it was comfortable, and it had been his home for the entire time he had been on the island. Now, he hated the place, and he couldn't wait to leave it. He was not sure if his replacement would take over the lease when he left, but at this point, he didn't give a damn. The rational side of him reminded him the problem did not lie with the house, and neither did it lie with the island. But he couldn't separate the people from the place. This Obeah mess was too ingrained in both. Now he was suspicious of everyone, even Boris. He had been too blasé about the entire thing. He treated it like a joke. This was not a joke to him. He didn't like someone controlling his body, no matter how attractive the individual.
He made it home about 1:30 A.M. This was good. If, like Boris said, the witch came out at midnight, then tonight she'd be seeking her pleasures elsewhere and leaving him the hell alone.
He put on his pajamas inside out just as Boris had instructed and turned on his computer to enter some notes and to send a quick email to his office in New South Wales. Checking his email, he saw one was from his boss. He quickly opened it and was overjoyed to read that they’d found his replacement, and she would be arriving any day, maybe even tomorrow.
“Thank God!” He began entering his notes from the day's events into the computer. He was so excited and relieved by the news. Soon this nightmare will be all behind me. He sent an email to Simonia to share the good news. Yawning, he turned off the computer and climbed into bed.
He wasn't worried about the witch tonight; in fact it was already 2:30 in the morning by the time he climbed in bed. All witches should be about their business at this late hour, but he was still reluctant to give himself up to sleep.
He picked up a book to read while he watched for the dawn. He’d barely finished a page before his eyes grew heavy and the words became blurry. Setting the book aside, he turned off the light and rolled over onto his side.
Eyes closed, he drifted toward sleep, and each time he would feel the lethargic feeling coming over him, he would wrench himself back to consciousness, like a jack-in-the-box. He would then lie in the dark, staring at the ceiling, while his heart pounded in his chest like the wings of a captive bird.
“You've got to stop this, Todd,” he told himself after the third or fourth such episode. The house was quiet, and the cool breeze was drifting in from the open window, this time not from the witch's breath, and there was absolutely no reason why he should be worried about the witch visiting him.
And if she does, there is nothing I can do about it.
Finally, exhaustion overcame him, and he closed his eyes and gave himself up to deep REM sleep. Soon he was experiencing a pleasant dream about his home in New South Wales.
He and Simonia were skiing in the snowy mountains, and after spending hours racing up and down the slopes, they’d returned to the lodge and were doing some heavy necking in front of the huge stone fireplace as the snow fell outside the window.
As was usual with them, the necking quickly escalated into heavy breathing, and he lifted her to take her upstairs to their room. He was so heavily aroused his breathing had become labored with every step he took towards their room. He’d stopped to give her a kiss when her face changed to the face of someone else. He was too far gone to care and proceeded to kick the door to their room open with his foot then he carried her into the room and placed her on the bed, following her as she lay spread eagle on the white, pristine sheets.
She smiled as she kissed him, and then she was on top of him, and he was the one on the bed. As he looked up at her, trying to figure out how she’d reversed positions without him being aware, she raised herself above him. He was distracted by the firm, perfect breasts she presented to him. She hovered over him and fed him first one breast then the other. He opened his mouth and sucked the nipple, licking and rolling the tight flesh between his teeth and lower lip. Her flesh was firm under his hands as he grabbed her tight butt, kneading it in a frenzy of need. Her flesh was cool, almost to the point of being cold. He wanted to ask if she was cold, but he could not think to formulate the words. His brain was in a lust fog.
She crawled up his body, depriving him of the pleasure of her gorgeous breasts, and causing him to moan his desire for them. He tried to pull her back down so he could get to them, but she stopped him, grabbing his wrists in her incredibly strong hands and holding them above his head as she slid her body up and down his.
He could feel the dampness from her sex, making him mindless with lust. He tried to stop her from moving, but she kept his arms above his head. She opened her mouth over his and covered his entire mouth with hers, sucking and nibbling at his lips, gently at first then more and more forcefully until he opened his mouth to her. As she explored his mouth with her tongue, she continued rubbing her sex over him. But before he could angle himself to penetrate her, she would move, and he was left gasping with need.
She trailed her open mouth from his lips to his chin and then to his neck. She stopped there for a while before returning to his mouth. By then, he was climbing a wall and would do anything for release.
Suddenly, when he was expecting more of her tortuous exploration, she slipped her wet pussy over his cock, and he felt himself sliding into a hot, damp pussy. Her mouth was still on his neck, and
she opened it and bit him painfully. The unexpected pain together with the feel of her hot pussy surrounding him almost sent him into an orgasm. She released his hands and began riding him with such ferocity that he could hear the bed creaking in protest. Keeping his hands where she had them over his head, he timed his movements to hers and kept up with her until the sensation became too much for him. He was drowning in his desire for her.
“My God,” he moaned. “My God, Simonia, you're going to kill me.” He was so overcome with desire, his body on the verge of the most powerful release of his life. He reached for her, but it was suddenly too dark in the room to see her, and somehow, his hands were freed.
“Simonia.” He felt her weight, felt the tight sheath of her muscles contracting around him, milking him. She leaned over and took his nipple into her mouth and rolled it between her teeth. It was painful and exciting at the same time. The two extreme sensations only added to his passion.
Still half asleep, he took the cheeks of her butt in his hands to control the movements. But the ass he'd been holding and massaging before was no longer there.
Simonia's not here, he realized, and at that moment, the woman reached between their bodies and down between his legs. As she held his balls, she began massaging them. At the same time, she tightened her muscles around his penis, squeezing and releasing him like a suction cup, milking him until a light exploded in his head in an earth-shaking climax that went on and on.
He was vaguely aware of screaming his release. He could hear the heavy breathing, which sounded very much like his own. He expected to hear Simonia, but there was no other accompanying sound—the sort of sounds that Simonia would have made had she been in the room with him.
Gasping for air, shaky and disoriented, he lay there in the same position, unable to help himself, even if his life depended on it.
The weak light of dawn was beginning to peek through the window, and he forced himself to look down.