Mesmerized: Spellbound (Book One)

by Trinity Night

  “That is my flat,” he said over the rumble of his motor.

  He parked and led me upstairs. His apartment was a sharp contrast to the cottage he’d grown up in. It was the height of understated modern luxury. He had a huge kitchen full of stainless steel appliances and quartz countertops. It opened into a living room with long leather couches and walls hung with massive canvases of modern art. It overlooked the Opera House from the enormous windows on the back side of the condo. I stood in front of the window looking down at the busy street below, eying the magnificent buildings that were older than anything in my own country. He came up behind me and breathed into the back of my neck, making goose bumps rise down my arms and legs.

  “Let’s go out to the patio,” he said opening the sliding door.

  We walked outside, and a warm breeze ruffled through my hair as I leaned against the railing and surveyed the view. He stood nearby, copying my pose. I could feel him near me: the electricity of his body, the strange trance that he induced in me. I waited for him to touch me again, but I kept my gaze out across the Opera House and toward the sea beyond. This was a million-dollar view if I’d ever seen one. His arm slowly encircled my waist as he stood close to me.

  “What do you think?”

  “It’s amazing.”

  “I am glad you like it,” he said.

  I looked up at him. The breeze ruffled his shirt, revealing those strange tattoos beneath. His blue eyes blazed down at me; his mouth curved in a slow smile. He moved his lips toward mine, but didn’t kiss me; he let his lips gently brush against my cheek. The contact made my body tense, waiting for more.

  “Come inside,” he said.

  I followed him into his bedroom. His bed was huge, with a big padded wall behind the headboard. I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. I could sense we were about to fuck, and somewhere in the back of my mind I was screaming, “What the hell are you doing, Julia!” I didn’t want to listen to that voice in my head. Every time he touched me, every time he even looked at me, I felt more sexually aroused than I ever had in my life. Today, I was going to break my rules.

  “Sit down on the bed,” he said softly.

  I sat at the edge of the bed and waited. He glided over to me and stood above me, his cock bulging under his pants right in my face. I wanted to unzip his pants and put it in my mouth, suck it and suck it until he came while I stroked myself, but I didn’t; I couldn’t move. I was too excited to think straight. It was like I was restrained, body and mind.

  My short flowing skirt was hiked up around my thighs from how I’d sat down, and the crotch of my panties peaked out underneath. He reached down and lightly brushed the exposed mount of my panties, sending a shock wave from my clit through my whole body. I gasped. He chuckled, quietly under his breath.

  Soon he was down on his knees in front of me as I sat there not moving, not knowing what to do, unable to act. He bent in to kiss me so deeply I could barely breath. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I wanted him inside of me more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. Oh God, fuck me now!

  His hands worked at my panties and pulled them down around my ankles. He slowly disengaged from our kiss and moved his mouth down to my crotch. Usually, I hate getting head; it makes me feel self-conscious, but as soon as his tongue touched my clit, I wanted him to eat me until I came. He opened my legs wide, and I fell back on the bed. His mouth sought my darkness, sucking my mound; his tongue lapped at my clit like crashing waves of desire.

  With his left hand, he reached up inside my bra, kneading my breast and pinching my hard nipple. He drove his fingers into my pussy while he tongue flicked my nub. I tightened my legs around him and bucked into his pumping fingers, his knuckles pounding against my tender flesh. I soaked his hand with my inner juices, sloshing onto the bedspread. I could feel my orgasm rising; it was seconds, seconds away from sweet, dark release. But he pulled back just as my orgasm was about to peak.

  “No, don’t stop,” I said squirming on the bed.

  “You aren’t ready yet,” he said. Then he whispered in Russian or Ukrainian or something. I was too excited to care what he was saying, too close to climax and left wet and sloppy on the bed. I put my hands down to my pussy and started to rub myself.

  “No,” said, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. He was on top of me now, straddling me. I could feel his cock hard on my stomach.

  “Why?” I moaned pitifully.

  “You aren’t ready,” he breathed into my neck.

  “I need you,” I whispered in his ear.

  That just made him laugh more. His laugh was quiet and controlled. He got off of me, and went to the bathroom to wash. I put my panties back on. My crotch was sopping wet from his mouth and the flowing juices that had readied my body for him to enter. But there was nothing I could do about it; I was just going to be wet. He took me back downstairs and across the street for a light lunch and coffee at a street-side cafe. We sat on the patio, the breeze ruffled under my skirt against the dampness of my panties. It was unbearable.

  “When are you leaving Julia?” he asked me.

  “I don’t know,” I said. He kept asking me that, and every time I got a little more confused. Somehow, I didn’t feel like I was leaving any time soon.

  After lunch, we went back to his motorcycle to drive home. The rumble of the motor under my body and the feeling of him tight against my chest was too much. The stilted climax was so close to the surface, it had never really gone away. I hugged him tight to me and let the motor vibrate under my pussy. We were half way back to my flat when the climax finally broke through.

  “Oh god, oh god,” I moaned in his ear, tightening my hold on him as I came.

  He drove back to my flat and parked. I got off and put my arms around him. Not caring who saw us.

  “You cheated,” he chided.

  “I couldn’t help it,” I said blushing.

  “You are forgiven, this time. I will pick you up again tomorrow. Tomorrow you will be ready.”

  Chapter Six

  I could barely sleep. I tossed and turned in my cot, wishing I was in his bed in his luxurious flat. When I did sleep, I dreamed that I was lying in red silk sheets while he stood nude above me, chanting in a strange unknown language. His tattoos glowed black and red across his skin. His cock was hard, brushing his stomach. I wanted to move to my knees, but I was chained down somehow, bound hand and foot to the bed. I couldn't move. The chanting accelerated and then he began to stroke his cock. I wanted to do that! I wanted it in my mouth, in my pussy, in every part of me.

  But he stood stroking himself above me, not letting me touch him, not touching me. He pumped faster and the chanting rose to a fever pitch. Then he exploded his cum, hot across my body. I woke from a tight and painful orgasm. I squeezed my legs, trying to make the pain subside as I willed myself to go back to sleep.

  When the first rays of sunlight broke through the windows, I shot out of bed and turned on the hot-water heater. I fed myself— somehow I knew I’d need to have stamina for the day ahead. Then I showered, put on makeup, did my hair, got dressed, and waited. I was ready at 8am and looked out the window every five minutes.

  “At least he’s bringing you back,” said Kat.

  “For now,” said Sarah.

  “Keep your passport safe,” said Kat.

  “You don’t want to be sex trafficked,” said Sarah.

  “I’m an American in the Ukraine, doesn’t sex trafficking usually go the other way around?”

  Still, she had a valid point. I was falling under his spell, who knew what he could make me do. But did I really care? Just the thought of having his cock inside me made me feel like mortgaging my entire future. Grad school, work at some office for the rest of my life, those goals seemed pale and stupid in comparison to the electric shock of his tongue on my body.

  He was there at ten on the nose, looking tan and polished; his hair slicked back in a low ponytail, his eyes gleaming in the sun. I jumped on the
back of his bike, and we sped down the highway, past the acres of open farmland, up into the village were his vineyards lay tucked away between lake and dense forest. He took me into the cottage, into a dark bedroom with a rustic metal-framed bed covered with a handmade quilt.

  He wanted to fuck me in the shack, and I was fine with that. It was kind of kinky in a way. Play acting that we were peasants in some far-off past life. I waited for him while he lit a mass of beeswax candles scattered across the room. He stood over the candles muttering something I couldn’t hear. I was getting inpatient. I had already waited too long for this. What he’d done to me the day before was cruel. I wiggled in my loose-fitting pants. I wanted to take my clothes off and lie naked on the bed, but I didn’t know what to do. Something about his presence made me unable to act. All I could do was wait for his instructions.

  When he was finished, he turned to me and told me to remove my clothing, which I did without a word. A breeze blew through the window and caused the curtains to billow and raise goose bumps across my skin. I stood in the room naked, shivering even in the heat of the day. My nipples were hard under his gaze, I felt myself flush as he regarded me. He reached out a hand to squeeze my breast and tweak my nipple, but he did not move toward me or kiss me. He did not remove his clothes. I could feel my juices flowing, wetting the inside of my thigh. I saw his cock grow hard and bulge in his pants as he looked at me.

  Suddenly, he was behind me, rubbing my flesh with his palms, cupping my breast with one hand and fingering my pussy with the other. I felt him hard against my ass. This is it! Then he yanked my arms behind my back and tied my wrists with smooth rope. When he was finished tying me, he walked around to face me. The look on his face was chilling. His eyes gleamed as he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard. I reached my leg around his, but he pulled away and put his arms on my shoulders, pushing me back to sit on the bed.

  He stood there in front of me, and opened his pants just enough to reveal his huge erection which he promptly thrust down my throat. I wanted him in my mouth, but I wanted him in my pussy more. I screamed in protest, but it was muffled by his cock. He slowly and methodically face fucked me. Thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth as he held the sides of my head. Spit ran down my chin, and I almost gagged. Every few thrusts, he let me breath, but as soon as I caught my breath, he thrust even deeper into me. My breasts giggled, and I could feel him growing tenser, harder. Then he pulled out and came all over my tits.

  Needless to say, I was disappointed. Not that it wasn’t hot, but at this point my pussy and tits were so swollen I was about to start rubbing myself on the bed to make myself come. If my hands hadn’t been tied around my back, I would have finger banged myself into oblivion.

  “Lie down,” he said, his gleaming blue eyes shining.

  I lay down and waited. I had to shift my tied hands to rest around my hip. It was uncomfortable, but I was hoping that if I complied, he’d rally quickly and stick it in. Then the strange chanting started, and he rubbed his cum all over my tits and down across my stomach and pussy. It was kind of gross, but if that got him off, I was fine with it. He raised his hands above my body, and I could feel a sensation of heat and pressure radiating out from his palms. Now, that was weird. Was I so horny that I was hallucinating? Was that possible?

  Then he stood and whispered something in the doorway, made a hand gesture, and abruptly left. What the fuck? He just left me in the room without a word. My arms were starting to fall asleep, and I was beginning to get pissed. This little game was becoming less than fun. He tied me up and didn’t even have the decency to fuck me, then he left! I sat up on the bed, my arms still tied. I tried to wiggle out of the bonds, but they were too tight. Unfortunately, I was still highly aroused, even though I was feeling pretty pissed.

  Fifteen minutes later he returned with a bucket of water in one hand and a knife in the other. Now I was feeling kind of nervous. He approached me with the knife, and my heart pounded. Were Kat and Sarah right? God, my mom would kill me if I got murdered in Eastern Europe, I’d be hearing "I told you so" for all eternity. But he used the knife to cut me loose. Just as I felt the relief of my hands being freed, he dumped the bucket of water over my head.

  Oh my God! What a freak! That was enough. I wasn’t going to take this anymore. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him down on the bed. The lion inside me roared. I tore open his pants. He was already hard, and I gripped his dick in my hand. My body was screaming for it. I pulled his pants down just below his waist and looked into his singing blue eyes. He smiled triumphantly.

  “Now you are ready,” he said as I slid his dick deep inside me. I came almost instantly. But it wasn’t enough.

  I started to buck on him, willing him to thrust into me, but he picked me up and set me down beside him on the bed. Then he stood and zipped up his pants.

  “It’s time to go, my Darling.”

  “But I... I want more,” I said. My hands locked between my thighs.

  “I know my Darling, but now is not the time.”

  “You said I was ready.”

  “You are ready, but the time is not ready.”

  This was too confusing. Why couldn’t he just do me like a normal guy? But then I caught myself. He was definitely not what I knew as a normal guy. And that was exactly what I liked about him. I stood, still nude and embraced him, drunk in his deep, spicy scent. I was sopping wet from the water and from my own juices, and I had him to thank for both. I would have begged him to give me more if I’d been willing to lower myself to that. And I wasn't quite there yet.

  “I have special plans for you Julia.”

  “What special plans?” I said stepping back.

  “I will tell you soon, my sweet little Capitalist.”

  Chapter Seven

  I couldn’t bare going back to the beach flat. My hair was bedraggled, and my eye makeup had smeared. I knew what the girls were thinking. Well, not really, but I was sure they were thinking something judgey about hanging out with a local all alone.

  I walked out to the beach to be by myself and made a painting of the sunset colors on the water. The beach was mostly deserted except for a few old men fishing and a couple of young lovers holding hands as they walked. I imagined holding hands on the beach with Alexi. It just didn’t strike me as an Alexi thing to do. I wished he’d come pick me up on his motorcycle and show me the city at night, show me dangerous places and forbidden pleasures. But he only came to me in the morning.

  I wandered back to the flat, but I couldn’t eat the dinner that Misha had cooked. It wasn’t that it was bad; I just wasn’t hungry. I laid on my cot and didn’t even dream of him that night. When I awoke I had the distinct feeling of missing him. There was a terrible feeling of loss and longing, as if my best friend, and lover, and the father of my children had died and left me utterly alone. What was happening to me?

  I knew it was him that I longed for, but why? I hadn’t known him that long, we’d had some sexual encounters, and some strange conversations about economics and business, but not much more. And I’d just seen him yesterday. I laid in bed all morning. We hadn’t made plans to go out that day, so I didn’t get up and didn’t get dressed until after noon.

  When I finally did get up, I showered, I put my hair in a ponytail and put on my swimsuit. I was just going to go to the beach, get some sun, swim, maybe do some painting. I walked down the path to the beach alone. Everyone else had already gone. I found them sitting under the big sun umbrella drinking shots of vodka.

  “Opa,” said Misha as Collin spilled vodka down his chin. They were all already pretty drunk.

  “Did I miss anything?” I asked.

  “Not really,” said Kat, “Just that we have to leave in two days.”

  “Sorry Julia, I know you wanted to stay longer. But we’re all running low on money. We’ve just got to head home now.”

  “I thought you were staying all summer?”

  “That was when we thought my uncle wou
ld let us stay,” said Misha, “We can’t afford the flat any longer. The landlord is raising the rent for the rest of the summer.”

  “What the fuck?” I said, incensed, “That isn’t fair.”

  “Of course it is. It’s his flat,” said Collin, “We don’t have a lease, and we only rented it for a week.”

  “Fuck! What am I going to do now?”

  “You should go home, Julia,” said Sarah.

  “God, I don’t think I can face my parents if I go home.”

  I took a few shots of vodka and laid back on my beach towel and peeked at the sharp blue sky. I didn’t want to go home, but what choice did I have? I really didn’t have the money to travel any further, and I didn’t have the money to rent the flat myself. If I traveled back to Budapest with my friends, I could take the train and fly out of Venice without having to ask my parents for more cash. That would be a small victory anyway.

  Then I thought about Alexi. What was he talking about— “special plans?" He was always so cryptic. If he weren’t so damn sexy, it would be unforgivable. I rolled over on my stomach and leaned down into my folded arms. The air was warm, and a breeze kissed my skin. I almost fell asleep there, but was woken from my slumber by Kat saying, “Julia. It's your boyfriend.” I shot up. What boyfriend? I hadn’t had a boyfriend in a year. Then I saw bright blue eyes beaming down at me through a mass of black curls. His lips were parted in a smile around his teeth.

  “Julia, Darling, come with me,” he said offering me his hand.

  This time Kat and Sarah were too consumed with their own problems to say anything to me. I wrapped a slip dress over my swimsuit and followed him back to my flat where his motorcycle was parked. He straddled the motorcycle, and the motor rumbled to life. I was wearing only a swimsuit with a thin cover and flip-flops, but I jumped on the back of his motorcycle anyway. His closeness filled me with a sense of safety and belonging.

  The feelings of loss and loneliness I’d experienced that morning made the warmth of his body feel so much more poignant. I held him close to me. We raced out of the parking lot and onto the street. Holding him in my arms, close and warm, the smell of him made me want to cry. I’d felt I’d lost him that morning. I’d felt like my whole world was ending. Why? Why did I feel that way? And now? Now that he was near, I didn’t want to ever leave him, I didn’t ever want to feel that way again.