Pulled to the Dark (The Siriena Series)

by Julia P. Lynde

I looked away. She banged me against the door again. It didn't hurt, but it got my attention.

  I looked back at her. "You are, Petra. Yes, I'm sure."

  She immediately pressed herself against me more thoroughly, lowering her mouth to take mine. Her tongue immediately slid between my teeth and danced against my tongue. I moaned immediately.

  She broke the kiss and looked at me. "Do you want more of that?"

  "Yes."

  "Are you mine?"

  "Yes."

  She took my hand and pulled me into her apartment after her. She dropped her purse on the table. I wasn't carrying one; I was wearing jeans and everything I needed was in my pockets.

  She pulled me to her bedroom, then shoved me against the wall next to the door and kissed me again, both her hands roaming up and down my body. When I reached for her, she grabbed my hands and shoved them against the wall at my sides. I kept them there.

  She stepped away, and I stayed where she had put me.

  God, she looked amazing. She smiled and walked up to me very slowly. I watched her eyes. She reached up and slowly began unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. She unbuttoned each one very slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

  She pulled the blouse out of my jeans and finished unbuttoning it. She slid it slowly off my shoulders. She hadn't unbuttoned the sleeves, so the blouse collected along my arms. I reached to unbutton the sleeves and pull the blouse off, but she immediately grabbed my wrists and roughly shoved them against the wall.

  She didn't say anything, but when she released my wrists, I left them there.

  Finally she asked me, "Do you understand?"

  "I don't know," I told her.

  "I love your playful nature," she said. "I rejoice in it. But right now, I am claiming you. You may either submit to me or leave. Those are your two options."

  I looked into her eyes and said simply, "Yours."

  She attacked my mouth. I moaned into her kiss, but I kept my entire body pressed against the wall, not even trying to chase her when she pulled away.

  My bra was a front release. She unclasped it then immediately cradled both breasts in her hands, her thumbs rubbing over the nipples. It was all I could do to stand there and not arch my back, presenting my chest for her. My lips were open, and I was breathing rapidly.

  She stepped back. "Kick off your shoes," she ordered. I used my feet to peel my tennis shoes off, one at a time, and moved them to the side. Then she was back in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and peeled them off my hips and down my legs. Soon she was kneeling in front of me. "Step out of them," she said, and I slipped out of the jeans, her fingers drawing my socks off at the same time. She threw them to the side. Without pausing, she pulled my panties down my legs, and I slipped out of them as well.

  She stood back in front of me and pulled me into her arms. I went willingly. She bent my head back and kissed me. I parted for her tongue.

  My blouse was still bundled around my wrists, partially limited my mobility, but otherwise I was naked and completely open to her. She pulled me into the center of the room then, her hands on my shoulders, she held me in place for a moment before stepping away.

  She walked around me. I tried following her with my head, but she hissed at me. I snapped my head forward. She walked around me twice before stepping up behind me and putting her hands on my ass. She began to massage my bottom while her lips reached over my shoulder and took my earlobe. I tilted my head just slightly to give her better access. "Mine," she said with a nip.

  "Yours," I agreed.

  She bent down and picked me up. I squealed. My blouse locked my hands and I wasn't able to put my arms around her neck. She carried me to the bed and threw me on it. I giggled and looked over to her. She crawled onto the bed and knelt over me, pushing and prodding me until I was arranged on the bed the way she wanted me.

  "You will not be touching me," Petra told me. "I am going to do whatever I want to you. Later, there are things you need to know. If you still want to touch me afterwards, I will let you."

  "Yes, Petra," I said meekly.

  She lowered her lips to my mouth and took me again, her tongue sliding in to play. I was instantly breathless and couldn't stop squirming.

  She pulled away, looked at me, then took my breast in her mouth. This time I couldn't help but arch my back for her. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her, ravaging my breast deliciously.

  I moaned, my hands fluttering.

  She pulled her mouth away. "Mine," she said in a deep voice.

  "Yours, Petra," I said.

  Her hands began stroking me, finding every nerve ending and waking it up. My squirms grew more frantic. Petra touched my sides, my breasts, teased my nipples. Her fingernails traced lines down my sides. My panting grew more desperate.

  She laid one of her hands flat on my chest, then began sliding it down, rubbing softly over my belly until it reached my pelvis. The fingers played in my hair for a moment before sliding between my legs to cup my vulva.

  Her eyes stared into mine. I couldn't pull my gaze away.

  "Do you want this?" she asked.

  "Yes!"

  Her fingers parted me.

  "Do you want me?" she asked.

  "Yes!"

  Her fingers slipped inside and I gasped.

  "Do you belong to me?"

  "Yes, Petra!" I screamed as her fingers worked their way deeper inside me. She used the ball of her thumb against my clitoris and I almost jumped out of my skin.

  "Felicia," Petra said to me, her fingers continuing to drive me crazy. "You belong to me. You are mine." She flicked her thumb over my clitoris, and I jumped. "I control you, and you obey me." She lowered her lips to my nipple and nipped deliciously.

  I squirmed and panted. "Yes!" I said.

  She lifted her lips and continued to talk to me, her words all lost in a lust-fogged jumble as her hands brought me closer and closer to the crest. She held me there, still whispering in my ear, and I was screaming, "Yes, Petra, yes!"

  And then I fell over the waterfall, waves and waves of pleasure rushing through my body as I moaned, "Yes, Petra, yes."

  Eventually her hands withdrew as my shudders receded. I opened my eyes to look at her, still panting. Her eyes were searching my face. She kissed me gently, then she slipped her fingers into my mouth, and I could taste myself on her fingers. I sucked greedily, my eyes never leaving hers. She withdrew her fingers slowly.

  "You are starting to understand the nature of our relationship," she told me.

  "Yes, Petra."

  "You don't fully understand yet. I need to show you something. You will wait here. Do not follow me."

  "Yes, Petra."

  She climbed off the bed and stood up. There was a pause, then she disappeared.

  I waited for her to return, but suddenly I felt myself whisked away and found myself lying on the floor of my tower. Petra was standing over me.

  "Start humming!" I said, afraid I'd start to slide through the floor.

  She smiled. "I don't need to," she said. "I didn't draw you the way I used to. I made you come." She paused. "Now, try to go home. Imagine your own bedroom."

  I did, just like I had before, but I didn't go anywhere.

  "It's not working," I told her. "Did I forget how?"

  "No," she said. "I locked you here. You can't leave until I let you. I can also lock you back on Earth."

  She knelt down next to me.

  "You won't like this next part, but you need to understand. I'm sorry." Then she reached out and touched me, and my entire body went limp. She'd left me my voice, but nothing below that.

  "Petra?"

  "I'll release you shortly," she said. "I'm not doing this to be cruel."

  She waved, and I felt myself slip away and return to Earth. I was back on her bed, but I still couldn't move. She appeared and turned towards me.

  "Petra? I can't move."

  "I know. Try to leave. Imagine your to
wer and try to go there."

  I thought about it, but I was stuck.

  "I can't," I said.

  She walked over and caressed my face. "I'll release you in another minute or two," she said. Then she disappeared. I followed her immediately and found myself on her bed in her tower.

  "Petra," I said. "I'm scared."

  She stepped over to the bed and sat down.

  "I'll release you in a moment," she said. "Please don't be angry at me. I'm going to release your body, but you can't leave yet." Then she set her hands on me, and my muscles became mine again.

  I rolled onto my side and pulled myself to her, wrapping myself around her.

  She caressed me gently.

  "Felicia, I love you more than you can understand. But you are mine, and I am both extremely predatory and extremely dominant. You will obey."

  "What if I don't want to?" I asked her.

  "Then you may ask to be released. I will probably lock you somewhere for a few days and try to talk you out of leaving me. But in the end, if you want to go, I will let you go. But you need to understand something. You will break my heart when I break our bond. And you will never be able to return to Siriena again. It's who I am that demands this type of relationship, but I don't control the rules of the bond itself, only how I choose to use it."

  She continued to pet me. "Are you asking me to release you?"

  "No."

  "Do you understand what you just told me?"

  "Yes."

  She pet me for a few minutes while I clutched at her.

  "I want to show you a few more things. Nice things. This is my tower. You are always welcome here. I want you to go to your bedroom and come straight back. If you aren't back in a minute or two, I'm going to pull you back and ask what's wrong. Will you come back?"

  "I thought I couldn't."

  "I just invited you, so now you can."

  "Just like that?"

  "Yes, just like that. Go home now, then come back."

  "Yes, Petra."

  I thought of the feel of my bed, then pulled...

  And I was there.

  I sat up, then ran to my bedroom and grabbed my only sexy, to me at least, bathrobe, and put it on. Then I thought of Petra's tower and pulled...

  And I was there.

  "Hi," I said.

  She turned to face me and smiled. I walked to her and she put her arms around me.

  "You are also welcome in my apartment, but I want you to travel via my dojo. Do you remember it well enough to go there?"

  "I think so, but I might land in the bedroom."

  She paused. "If you land in the bedroom, walk to the dojo, get the feel of it, then travel back and forth a few times."

  I thought about her dojo and pulled, but I didn't go anywhere.

  "It didn't work."

  "Try the bedroom."

  That worked. I smiled then walked into her dojo. I looked around for a moment, took a big breath of air, then pulled myself to her tower. I immediately popped back and forth between the tower and the dojo a few times, finishing in her tower.

  "Come sit with me," she said. I sat down next to her. She lifted my chin to her and kissed me gently. Then I leaned against her with my head against her shoulder.

  "You can not travel between two points in Siriena or between two points on Earth. But you can travel from Earth to any of your allowed points on Siriena, then back to Earth. If you wanted to go from your bedroom straight to mine, you would go to your tower first. To go from my tower to your tower, you travel via your bedroom."

  I nodded.

  She smiled then patted her lap. I turned around and then crawled into her arms, my arms around her neck. She kissed me deeply.

  "I belong to Renea," she told me. "Not this way, but all the magic ways. You belong to me. And that means you also belong to Renea."

  "What about Andrea?"

  "She also belongs to Renea. She and I can spar with magic, but neither of us can do the types of things I can do to you or Renea can do to all of us." She paused. "Kelly belongs to Andrea."

  "Lovers?"

  "Yes."

  I thought about all of it. "Do you love me?"

  "Yes," she said.

  "This is permanent?"

  "Unless you ask to leave." She paused. "Permanent on Siriena is a very, very long time, Felicia, and at some point, leaving isn't an option. Do you understand?"

  "In about sixty years?"

  "Yes, something like that."

  I smiled. "Okay."

  She smiled at me. "The rest of the night is yours," she said. "We can do anything you want, as long as it involves food at some point."

  "Anything I want?" She nodded. "I can be playful?" She nodded.

  It didn't take me long to get her clothes off her.

  Moving In

  We cuddled in bed later. Petra was lying on her back, and I was curled up around her with my head on her shoulder. I had my hand on her breast, but she growled at me when I tried playing.

  "I'm worn out, Love," she said. "I can't take any more for at least a little while. But I like you holding me just like that."

  I cuddled in closer.

  "I know I wasn't very good," I told her. "But I'll get better."

  "Did I sound like I was enjoying what you were doing?"

  "Yes, but-"

  "But what?" she said sharply.

  "Um." I said.

  "Were you going to suggest I was faking it?" she asked me.

  I thought about it.

  "I'm waiting," she said. "Don't make me ask again."

  "I was going to suggest," I said, "that perhaps the noises you made were half in appreciation and half in encouragement so I wouldn't lose heart."

  "Hmm," she said. "How about eighty-twenty?"

  "Really?"

  "Yes."

  I looked up at her and grinned, then settled back in. "I still think I need more practice."

  "That's true," she said seriously. "We'll have to see to it you get plenty."

  I started moving my hand.

  "Stop it!" she said.

  I giggled. "Just practicing," I told her.

  We cuddled quietly for a few minutes.

  "I'm going to miss Dream Petra," I told her.

  She laughed.

  "I'm serious," I said. "I went to bed every night looking forward to her. I wouldn't go back, but still, I'm going to miss that, in a way. The mystery."

  "So I'm old hat already?"

  "Please don't tease," I said. "You know what I mean. I wouldn't give this up for anything."

  "I do know what you mean," she said. "It was so hard pretending with you, but it was an exciting game, too. But I got really scared when you told me you thought you were going insane." She paused. "There will be new games. You're very playful, and it's catchy."

  "You weren't expecting playful, were you? When you saw my interview."

  "You had self image issues that were obvious, if entirely undeserved," she said. "I would have bet a significant amount of money you would never have dressed the way you did for Halloween." She paused. "You thought you were fat. You weren't."

  "I feel better now, though," I told her. "It's only been two months, but I feel so much better." I reached up and caressed her cheek. "What now though?"

  She reached up and held my hand. "Dinner."

  "Tease," I said. "Petra, what now?"

  "Be more specific?"

  "All right. Where do I sleep at night now? Are we dating or are you inviting me to move in?"

  "Ah, that type of what now," she said. "I hope you'll move in."

  "With the cats?"

  "Yes."

  "Is there room in your closet?"

  "No. There's a closet in the guest room."

  "Good, then you can move your out of season clothes in there and make room for me."

  She lied there for a while thinking about it.

  "Petra, I don't want to be a second class citizen. If you want me to move into the guest room entirely
, then we can talk about that. But if I'm moving into your bed, then it's our bed, our bedroom, our closet, our bathroom." I paused. "You already have all this power over me, but I should at least have a space I consider mine."

  "Are you going to insist on half the closet?"

  "You've seen my wardrobe," I told her. "You tell me."

  She didn't say anything for a while. Finally she said, "How about this? We'll remodel the bedroom. I think we can fit another closet."

  "You can do that?"

  "We can knock out every interior wall and start over, if that's what it takes. That's drastic though, and we would want to move into your place while it was happening."

  "I don't have the kind of money to pay my half of that."

  She didn't say anything. I was getting antsy, and it was really hard to not trace lines on her skin with my finger. I was pretty sure she'd get upset if I did.

  "I will make some room in my closet," she said, "by moving my seasonal clothes to the other closet. Your seasonal clothes will also go there. I know I have room for your dresser and a free standing wardrobe cabinet. There's a TV in the bedroom I never watch. It can go elsewhere. You will pay the same rent you're currently paying, and it will go into a separate, shared bank account. When there is enough money in it, we will either spend it on the apartment or take vacations."

  "What if the vacation we want to take is more than we have money?"

  "Then we'll add as needed."

  "Equally?" I asked.

  "No. Pro-rated based on relative salaries at the time."

  I lifted my head and looked at her. "You're inviting me to move in?"

  "Yes."

  "I'd love to."

  * * *

  We popped home after that and took a shower together. I popped to my tower and immediately to my apartment to select clothes, but I took the return route and dressed in Petra's -- no our -- apartment.

  I dressed as nicely as I could and she took me to a nice restaurant. I flirted with her shamelessly throughout dinner.

  After dinner, we changed into grubby clothes. I helped her move her seasonal clothes to the spare room. She actually cleared out quite a bit of space for me. "Let's go ask Karen if she wants to help us move you up here," Petra said.

  She took my hand and we walked down to Karen's door. We were holding hands when Karen answered the door. She took a look at both of us and started squealing. "You two look like you spent the entire afternoon in bed."