Pulled to the Dark (The Siriena Series)

by Julia P. Lynde

  She bent down and kissed me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I moaned and squirmed.

  She broke the kiss and pointed to my hands with one finger.

  "I promised," I told her.

  She nodded before lowering her lips to my neck. It tickled. I squirmed under her. She looked up and me and grinned.

  She placed a line of kissed down neck and shoulder before pulling my nipple into her mouth. It immediately engorged under the attention of her clever lips, teeth and tongue. She moved to the other for a moment.

  She popped up to give me a quick kiss, glared at my hands for just a moment, then began kissing her way down to my belly button, sliding down my body as she did so. Her tongue invaded my belly button for a moment, then she began licking and kissing her way to my pelvis. It tickled.

  Then she slid between my legs, and I parted for her, drawing my knees up. Her lips started teasing my labia until I opened to her. Then she found my clitoris and I almost went through the ceiling with desire.

  My entire brain shut down with the sensations she was giving me, her lips and her tongue teasing me deliciously. Her tongue parted me and slipped inside, offering more teases.

  I grew increasingly frantic at what she was doing to me, growing closer and closer to an orgasm. She stopped what she was doing, lifted herself up to look at me, and said, "Mine!"

  "Yours!" I screamed as soon as her lips found my clitoris again. "Yours! Petra!"

  She teased and teased, and I rode a wave of emotion until I crested over.

  I was still screaming her name when I woke up.

  * * *

  It was a quiet ride to work that morning. "Something wrong?" Petra asked me.

  "No," I said. "Still thinking about a dream I had this morning."

  "Good dream?" she asked.

  "Oh yeah," I said. "The best." I blushed.

  "Oh, one of those dreams. I take it he was good, your dream lover?"

  "Yes, she was. I scared the cats when I woke screaming her name."

  She laughed. "Yes, I imagine that would scare the cats." She paused. "The information I had on you indicated a preference for men."

  "Apparently I am somewhat more open-minded than even I realized." I was still blushing. "Ms. Human Resources Boss Lady," I said. "Is this a conversation I should be having with my sort-of-boss at work?"

  She smiled. "Probably not, but until we get to work, we're just two friends car pooling. Aren't we?"

  * * *

  Monday night I went digging through the book and the magazines Petra had given me, deciding what I wanted to cook for the women who was literally the woman of my dreams. Yes, I was feeling particularly corny. Being well satiated does that to me.

  I decided I wanted a proper meal, complete with candles. Once I had my menu I made a list and went to the grocery store. I bought new candles and nummy chocolates for dessert.

  * * *

  Dream Petra was smiling, humming and speaking her magic words when I opened my eyes. I smiled back and climbed to my feed. We kissed, and she tasted divine.

  There was a blanket on the floor. She picked it up and wrapped it around my shoulders then led me out of the tower, doors appear and disappearing as necessary. She took me to her tower then stole the blanket from me. She led me to the bed then pulled me into a voracious kiss. I went weak in the knees, and she pushed me onto the bed.

  She showed me her hands. They were glowing. Then she touched my breasts, and an amazing jolt, almost like electricity, flowed into me. It was exquisite. I arched my back.

  Then she stopped touching me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She pointed to me, then held her hand to her chest.

  "Yes, Petra, I am yours."

  She touched my breasts again, and I couldn't think.

  I caught my breath. "Yours," I said.

  She moved her hand between my legs and I screamed her name as I had an instant orgasm.

  When I could think again, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. "I don't know if I can take that again. But I am yours."

  She smiled and pulled me into her arms. I clutched at her. I kissed the side of her neck and whispered, "Yours."

  I woke up.

  * * *

  Dinner that night turned out just the way I wanted it. I would have liked a "thank you" kiss, but I managed to avoid throwing myself at her.

  * * *

  Tuesday night, Dream Petra had a new game for us. As soon as my eyes opened she moved away from me. I stood up and moved to kiss her, but she held her hand out in a "stop" gesture and pointed to a rack with the clothes I'd worn two nights ago. She was already dressed in her own Kate Beckinsale outfit.

  I got dressed quickly.

  She stepped up to me once I was dressed and said, "If you want me, catch me."

  Then she skipped away, ran to the wall, and gestured. The door appeared. She ran through it but it disappeared before I could follow.

  "Oh, that is not fair! Petra! You could at least tell me how."

  I stared at the wall where she had disappeared. I stamped my foot childishly then sat down in a huff, staring at the wall.

  I managed to not go down the path of, "I can't." This was a dream; I could do anything. Supposedly. But I suffered a big case of, "I don't know how."

  She must think I could do it. She must think I could figure it out. She hadn't appeared to cast a spell. She gestured, but I didn't think there was anything magical about the gesture.

  I tried envisioning an opening. I tried believing there was an opening, although it was hard to believe something I didn't believe. I tried a variety of silly incantations while waving my hands.

  "You could actually teach me!" I yelled at Dream Petra, although I doubted she could hear me through the walls.

  I thought about what Dream Petra had done. She had gestured and the opening appeared. The gesture had appeared to be done casually. Maybe she was so practiced that it was done precisely, but I didn't know.

  There was a noise behind me. I turned around and Petra was standing there. She had her hands on her hips and was frowning at me.

  "I can try to reason it out from down here as well as I can while pacing around," I told her. "Does the gesture matter?"

  She shrugged. That wasn't much help.

  I turned away. "It's just a dream. Shouldn't I be able to do anything I want?" I turned around to look at her, but she wasn't there. Great. "You're not helping!"

  I got up and tried running into the wall like Harry Potter at the train station. I bounced off and fell on my ass. I heard laughing. Dream Petra was back. "It worked for Jo Rowling," I muttered.

  Dream Petra walked over and sat down next to me. She let me lean against her. "Will you show me again?"

  She gestured and the door appeared. Another gesture, and it disappeared. I realized that when she made the door appear, she had pointed her thumb and index finger and spread them apart. She'd pinched to close the door again. "It's like the gestures on my phone," I told her.

  She nodded. Then she set her hands in her lap, made no gesture, and the door appeared. Then disappeared.

  I sighed.

  She stood up, made the door open, then stepped partway into it and turned around. The door closed around her.

  "Petra!"

  She was half encased in the stone of the wall, partly sticking out. I stood up and ran over to her. I tried to pull her out of the stone but she wasn't budging. She smiled at me. Then the stone disappeared and we both almost fell over when I pulled her out of the doorway. She hugged me gently and gave me a soft kiss.

  She stepped away, clasped my shoulders in her hands, and turned me around. She began pushing me towards the wall.

  "No!"

  I began pushing back.

  She lowered her hands from my shoulders and put them on her hips. She glared at me.

  "Just tell me what to do! Please, Petra."

  She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me towards the wall a
gain.

  "No, no, no!" I pushed back.

  Her hands glowed, and I felt my body start to go limp.

  That's when I started to cry. "Please don't do this to me," I told her. "I'll go on my own, Petra. Please let me walk."

  The creeping numbness stopped spreading as she searched my face. Then she nodded once, and I could fully move. She stepped away from me but pointed at the wall. Meekly I backed up until my back was against the wall. She stepped up to me and the wall behind me disappeared. I took too tiny steps backwards into the opening. She spent a moment positioning me. She pushed my arms behind me slightly and made me back up a tiny bit further.

  Tears were streaming down my cheeks the entire time.

  Then the wall returned, and I was trapped in the stone. My face from my ears forward was out of the wall. My chest poked out. The rest of me was encased in the stone. I could breath, although it was tight. Other than that, I couldn't move. The stone even held my head immobile.

  She caressed my face and kissed me gently before stepping back.

  I was feeling exceedingly vulnerable and couldn't stop crying. "Wait, please." She reached out and caressed my face. "Do you love me?" I asked quietly.

  She stepped back up to me and kissed me again. She nodded, caressed my face once more, then backed away from me and sat down, watching me.

  I didn't like it. I didn't like being unable to move, feeling the stone crushing me. I could only take shallow breaths, as much as would fit in my chest, but my stomach was pressed by the stone. I started to hyperventilate and fought to calm down. I knew Dream Petra wouldn't hurt me, but once the panic gained a foothold, it spread rapidly.

  "Let me go!" I yelled. "Let me go!" I pushed the stone away from me and nearly fell on my face when I slid out of the wall.

  Petra was on her feet in a fluid motion and caught me before I fell. I clutched at her, sobbing.

  She turned me around and pointed.

  There was a very rough dent in the wall. It didn't extend all the way through and was only slightly taller than I was.

  "Did you do that?" I asked her. She shook her head and pointed at me. Then she tugged me towards the wall.

  "No, please, no more tonight. Please, just hold me."

  She nodded and pulled me down to the floor, holding me soothingly while I cried into her shoulder.

  I was still crying when I woke up.

  * * *

  I got up and buried my face in a cat. Chelsea never let me do this, but Dervish, for all his playfulness, was more sensitive to my moods and would often, although not always, let me hold him when I was upset. He shifted around and clung to me a little.

  Then he heard the food dispenser and flew out of my arms. I sighed and got up.

  I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a fright. And I was due at Petra's door in ten minutes if I was going to ride in with her. I sighed again. She'd have to forgive my appearance. I collected my office clothes in my garment bag, tossed on clothes quickly, and headed upstairs.

  As soon as she saw me, she stepped back. "Are you all right?"

  "Weird dream. It left me unsettled, so I'm running late. Sorry."

  She hugged me, which felt good.

  In the car I asked her, "Is Andrea happy with me?"

  "That's a stupid question," she said. "And it's quite unlike you to ask stupid questions."

  I looked over at her. She sighed. "You come in early. The expectation was that you would start at nine, but you ride in with me, you spend extra time in the dojo. She are at your desk looking extremely professional by seven thirty instead of nine. You work late, and the quality of your work is exceedingly high."

  She paused.

  "You attend special events whenever asked, and you are positively priceless at them besides. That story of you beating up that asshole Jeremy is beyond compare."

  "I would have really let him have it but I didn't want to embarrass Andrea."

  "No, she's not happy with you. She's ecstatic." She paused. "So am I."

  "I'm sorry I need pep talks," I told her.

  "Don't be silly," she said. "I like knowing you're human. It would suck if you were Wonder Woman."

  I laughed.

  * * *

  That night when I opened my eyes, Dream Petra was sitting a few feet away, humming, singing and smiling at me. "Hi," I said to her. "What are we doing tonight?"

  She pointed to the wall. The indentation was still there.

  "Are you going to put me in the wall again?"

  She nodded.

  I sighed and stood up. My clothes were on the rack. I got dressed slowly. She watched me, humming. I walked to her, stepping very close and looking up into her eyes. "Do I get a kiss first?"

  She pulled me to her and gave me a very thorough kiss. Still humming.

  When she released me I walked to the wall and looked at it. I felt the stone. In the back where my hair would have been, I saw it was peppered with little holes. I ran my fingers over it.

  I turned around, stepped into the gap I'd caused, and sighed.

  She closed the stone around me. I stood there calmly, encased in the stone. I tried pushing away, but it didn't work. I kept trying. Nothing.

  Dream Petra was standing five feet in front of me, watching. She put her hands on her hips and gave me The Look.

  "I'm trying," I told her.

  She stood watching me for several minutes before she shook her head. She stepped towards me and the stone around me disappeared. I hadn't done it. I tried to step out of the wall, but she shook her head and put her hands on my shoulders. She pushed me backwards, further into the wall.

  "Not all the way!" I told her. She shook her head. I meekly let her put me where she wanted me.

  She took a big breath and held it for a second before she started humming again.

  "Oh god," I said. I took a big breath and held it, and she closed the stone. All that was exposed was a small amount of my face: my eyes, my mouth, and my nose. Her hands were also encased up to her wrists, but she pulled them from the stone.

  Dream Petra stepped back and watched me, her arms folded in front of her. I tried pushing the stone away, but I remained encased.

  She sighed and disappeared.

  "Hey!" I said. "Come back!"

  I struggled with the rock, but it held me fast. I gave up before she returned. She was holding a large glass of water and the lemon bottle.

  "Oh no!" I said. I started struggling with the rock but still couldn't free myself.

  I watched as she poured four capfuls of lemon juice into the water. She stirred it with her finger, then licked her finger off slowly. I wished she let me do it for her.

  "You forgot the eyedropper," I told her.

  She looked up at me, reached into her pocked, and pulled out a child's plastic squirt gun. From another pocket she pulled out a small funnel. She looked at me pointedly.

  I began struggling with the stone again while watching her meticulously fill the squirt gun. I didn't get anywhere.

  She stood up and walked over to me. She pulled down on my lower lip, and I opened my mouth. I couldn't open it very far. She raised the squirt gun and squirted some of the watery lemon juice into my mouth.

  "I get it," I said. "I'm trying, Petra!"

  She gave me The Look again. She stepped about ten feet away and turned around. She took aim, holding the gun in her right hand. She held her left hand up with five fingers spread, then four, then three. When she ran out of fingers, she pulled the trigger of the squirt gun. The water splashed off the stone covering the middle of my chest.

  She adjusted her aim upwards and began the finger count starting only at three. I squeezed my eyes shut.

  After a moment, she tapped me on the nose. I opened my eyes. She was holding a roll of tape in front of me.

  "No, no, no," I told her, renewing my struggles with the stone. She pulled off a length of tape and taped one of my eyes open, then the other. "Petra, this didn't go well the last time."

  She
sighed and nodded. I watched as she walked away and turned around. She aimed and began her count down. Before she could pull the trigger, I burst from the stone.

  She stared at me for a moment then began clapping.

  I reached up to pull the tape from my eyelashes, but she stomped her foot. When I looked at her, she waved her finger back in forth in a no, no gesture. She pointed at the wall.

  I looked at her beseechingly, but she didn't budge. She continued to point at the wall. I hung my head and obediently backed into place. She walked over, pushed me firmly into position, then closed the wall around me. She stepped away, pointed the squirt gun, and I burst from the wall.

  She clapped and pointed at the wall. I stepped back, and she closed the stone. There was a pause, and I stepped out of the wall.

  She clapped and pointed at the wall. I backed into it. She closed the stone and I immediately opened it. She smiled and closed the stone again. I opened it. She smiled, stepped up to me, and gently removed the tape holding my eyes open.

  I looked up at her. "I would really like a kiss now."

  She held up one finger and I nodded. She pulled me into a kiss. It was a nice kiss, but it ended far too soon. After that, she pulled me back to the wall. She held up a finger, then stepped to the indentation in the wall. She took one hand and pushed against the stone. It peeled away from her hand. She proceeded to square up the indentation on one side. She turned around and looked at me and pointed to the other side.

  "My turn," I said. She nodded.

  I approached the wall and pushed against the stone. I felt it recede from my hand.

  "I did it!"

  She clapped with joy.

  I proceeded to square up my side. My line wasn't as straight as hers, but when I was done she pulled me around, shoved me against the wall, and began kissing me thoroughly. She pulled away and we were both breathless. She never stopped humming.

  She turned to the wall and opened the entire opening. She pulled me through, closed the door, and dragged me, laughing, to her tower. As soon as we were safely inside the tower, she gestured and my clothes disappeared.

  "How about yours?" I said, reaching for her.

  She shook her head and danced away. I pouted at her. She skipped back to me and pulled me into a kiss, then pushed me until I fell onto the bed. She climbed up after me, pinning me to the bed with her body. I didn't struggle. She clasped my hands and held them above my head.