Captivated: Spellbound (Book Two) (3 page)

“I won’t be back for a few days, please enjoy the gardening. And Julia, I like you in those clothes.” He winked and slowly reached under my skirt along the inside of my thigh and lightly stroked my pussy, pulling me close to him. “Good girl,” he said, he bent down to kiss me. Then he let me go and said good-bye. I wanted to do anything for him, I wanted to please him, serve him, labor for him, be his own. Mostly, I wanted him to stay.

Chapter Five

After Alexi left my mind turned bitter, I stood there with the scythe in my hand staring at the overgrown back garden. He had to be kidding. This was getting a little out of hand. Sure, I liked gardening; I liked camping; I liked all those things, but this game of his was getting a little too “real” for me. He could have at least given me a weed-whacker or something. A scythe? Seriously? The rest of the tools he’d unloaded in the shed weren’t much better: hand pruners, a hand saw, a shovel and rake, and a file to keep them all sharp.

I’d never been much for manual labor, but I was fit, and I could do the work. But I was bothered that he wanted me to do it. What was the deal anyway? I looked out at the tall weeds in disgust. Well, he was letting me stay for free. I thought this little arrangement was a sex thing, maybe a romance thing, but apparently he wanted me to work to earn my keep. Hell if I knew. He seemed to have some kind of peasant girl fetish. So weird. But, I wasn’t interested in going back home yet, and there were worse ways to spend the summer.

I picked up the scythe and walked out into the field. It was about a quarter of an acre. Not a lot of land for power tools, but quite a bit for the sweat of a person’s back. I swung the scythe. I’d never used one before, but after a while I got the hang of it. I thrashed the weeds down to about six inches tall in a great sweeping row as I walked forward.

That weird sense of going back in time hit me as the sun beamed down on my back. Half-way down the second row, I was sweating. From my estimation, it would take about ten sweeps to get the whole area mowed. I guessed the idea was to mow it, and then turn over the soil. I knew that much about gardening. I eyed a spot near the gate to begin my planting when the whole thing was turned over to exposed soil.

Under the hot sun, shearing down the weeds, I began to feel competitive with myself— like I wanted to prove something. I hacked at the weeds with all I had, driven an inner force that was all my own. It was the same drive that came over me when I was working out or writing a paper to get the top grade in my class. It was the same drive that made me want to stay in Europe all summer instead of just a few weeks. I wanted to win; I wanted to succeed.

It took me until the sun started to dip toward afternoon to mow the entire garden. I was so hot and thirsty and sweaty, I wondered if I could keep working. My hands stung with blisters, so I pulled them off and washed them with cold water in the kitchen sink. I sat at the table and ate bread and cheese and drank cold tea from the fridge.

I wanted to impress Alexi even thought I'd become irritated with his expectations of me. He said he wasn’t going to be back for a few days, and I wanted to have the whole garden turned over, and the whole front yard pruned and weeded before he got back. Then he would see what this little Capitalist was made of.

After I ate, I went into my bedroom and looked at my cell phone. My mom kept calling and leaving voice mails, and emails, and Facebook messages. I turned my phone off just so I didn’t have to look at them. Gardening for my lover was better than a summer of working at my dad’s office filing memos and enduring subtle sexual harassment from old sickos.

Back out in the garden, the sun was cooling toward the west. I slipped my gloves back on my sore hands, and drove my sharp shovel into the soil. It slid down easily, and I turned it over. Again, I drove the shovel down into the soil and turned it over. I repeated that same movement countless times. My mind went blank in the monotonous motion, sweat dripping down my brow, until my shovel hit something hard. I thought it was a large stone, and tried to dig it out.

When I shoved down again, and tried to leverage under the side of the stone, a metal box rose to the surface of the soil.
What the heck is that?
I leveraged the other side of the box and brought the whole thing into the open air. I bent down to my knees and brushed the box off. It looked like a cash box, but it was locked. I picked it up and brought it to the front porch were I fiddled with the lock with a knife. These things were usually easy to open. With a small crack, the lock relented. I lifted the lid and was completely unprepared for what I found.

Inside, was a Russian passport and a bunch of strange objects. They looked like voodoo dolls rapped with pink, silk ribbons. There was also an amulet in the shape of a pentagram. I shivered as I touched the items.
What is going on here?
I opened the passport. It was of a pretty young brunette woman. The date was 1982. I couldn’t read the name because it was in Russian. Who was it? Why was it out here? It looked like some kind of occult magic box. Who was that woman? Was she still alive?

I put everything back in the box. My heart pounded. 1982— Alexi probably wasn’t even born yet. I sighed with relief. Whoever had hidden this passport with all these voodoo objects was almost definitely not Alexi. Still, I had to wonder. This was his land, and his parents, and grandparents before him. Someone in the Petrenko family was responsible for this. His father? His grandmother the gypsy? I had to hide it before he found out I knew. I didn’t want to bring up some dark family secret and get in the middle of something messy. I took it behind the coal shed and buried it several feet below the soil. I’d pretend I’d never seen it.

By the time I was done hiding the evidence it was getting dark. I’d only finished turning over about a quarter of the field. The rest would have to wait until tomorrow.

Chapter Six

I was so dirty and so sore from working all day, a sink bath wouldn't be enough. There was a washroom with a big tub on the other side of the living room. I took my heat stick and a full bucket of water and brought it to the bathroom. It only took about ten minutes for the heat stick to heat the water to near boiling so I poured it in the tub.

Then I had to go back out the well, pull up another bucket, and lug it into the house to heat. I repeated this process about five times until I had a full tub of hot water. I grabbed my toiletries from my bedroom and took them to the bath.

I removed my clothes and slipped into the hot water. It was heaven. I don’t think I’d ever been so grateful for a bath in my life. My tired, sore muscles eased into relaxation as I washed my sweaty body with a bar of handmade soap that sat on the edge of the tub. It smelled of lavender and honey. I rubbed shampoo in my hair and slipped down under the water.

I put conditioner in my hair and then began to shave my legs. I was getting more muscular and losing body fat. I didn’t think that was possible. I was eating sausage and full-fat milk, yet my body was getting more toned. I rinsed my legs and the conditioner out of my hair.

When I was finished shaving, I lay still in the warm water. It felt so good. The dim, single bulb, that lit the room, flickered. I prayed the electricity wouldn’t go out. That was all I needed— no electricity.

I ran my hand down my body and thought of Alexi. I wished he were there with me— in the tub, caressing my body with his big smooth hands. The thought of him was instantly arousing, and I tilted my head back as I stroked the insides of my thighs. Gliding up toward my pussy, I felt sensation tingle across my whole frame. I pushed a finger inside my lips and tickled the growing mound of my clit, absently, not committed to anything. I just played with myself, letting the sensation wash over me, thinking of Alexi’s mouth on my pussy, this dick in my mouth.

But I was so sore and tired. I didn’t have the energy to get myself off. Plus, I’d rather leave that for Alexi to do. It would only be a few more days until he returned and every time we played, it was so intense. Masturbation seemed an insult to it. I rose from the tub, letting the water drip down my glistening body. I patted myself dry and put on some underwear and a tank top. By the time my head hit the pillow, I was already asleep.

***

I woke up and washed out the peasant outfit. Alexi said he wouldn’t be back for a few days, so I took the opportunity to wash the filthy dress and shirt and hang it on a line in the front yard. I put on jeans and a tank top, and plenty of sun screen to work in the garden. It took me all day to finish turning over the soil in the back garden. I stopped several times to eat and wash my hands. I had to bandage them up because I was getting pretty bad blisters. That night I took another bath and slept soundly.

The next day I looked at the front garden and assessed the work that would need to be done there. I’d grabbed the dry peasant outfit from the line and put it one. Alexi might be back today, so I didn’t want to take any chances with disobeying his rules. Last time he found me with panties on, I’d gotten a spanking. Which, of course, I liked, but I still wanted to please him.

The front yard was a pretty bad mess. Most of the flower beds were completely overgrown and full of weeds. I could see the rose bushes and cultivated plants. There were dahlias, hydrangeas, and poppies, lavender and chrysanthemums. There was a bed of sunflowers that were almost completely choked out by weeds. Over the trellis grew grapes that looked like they had seen better days.

First, I went about trying to pull out the weeds without ripping out the flowers. The sunflowers had managed to replant themselves over the years in that same spot. I didn’t want to spoil the cycle by uprooting the seed plants. I could smell the rich earth as I dug in the soil with on my hands and knees. 

It took a good portion of the day to finish the weeding. When I was done, the yard looked like a straggly mess of overgrown flowers. I took my lunch of potatoes and sausage before going back out to rake all the weeds into a pile. With everything from the backyard and front yard, there was a mound that was almost as tall as me. People burned stuff every day around here, so I just lit a match and watched it go up in flames.

While my weeds burned in a stone gully to the side of the back garden, I staked up the plants that were falling down from lack of support, and then started pruning the roses and grapevines. Of all the chores I’d done, pruning was probably the most satisfying and instantly gratifying of all.

The sun was getting low into the late afternoon, when I heard the rumble of Alexi’s motorcycle coming up the drive way. My heart pounded with excitement and expectation— and fear for what I’d found in the metal box. He parked his motorcycle in front of the cottage, beyond the gate, and walked toward me. I stood there, with my back to the sun, watching him approach me. His hair was loose and touching his shoulders. He wore dark-blue jeans and a black shirt that revealed the tattoos on his chest.

“Hi,” I said meekly. I didn’t know why. I thought it would come out stronger.

“My Darling, look at the work you have done! It is fantastica!” he said, lifting me high off the ground with his arms around my thighs. He twirled me around looking at my face while he smiled brightly at me. I’d never seen his smile so wide and easy. He put me down and placed his hands on my shoulders.

“I have a gift for you, my Darling,” he said reaching around to his back pocket. He pulled out a long piece of soft white rope and quickly wrapped it around my wrists.
Here we go!
My mind drifted into blackness. My body ached with expectation. I needed him to take pleasure in me. I wanted to give him my body and soul. He threw the other end of the rope up over the trellis and yanked until my arms were straight above my head.

Then he tied the rope on the trellis. My feet almost came off the ground. Another inch of leverage and I’d be on my tiptoes. I really couldn’t move. I was completely defenseless. Questions about the Russian woman swam through my mind, but the sight of his stinging blue eyes and the curl of his lips inside this wicked goatee made my mind seek the dark comfort of oblivion. I drifted off into a place where all I could do was wait for him to put his hands on my body.

He pulled my shirt and bra down until my breasts hung out. I was in the front yard. There weren’t many houses on the street, but if someone walked by, they could have seen my bare chest, and me hanging there. I threw my head back. I didn’t care. Hot lust grew in my belly, and I could feel my pussy drip down my thigh. I was still sweaty and streaked with dirt from the hard day of work. I could feel the wind brush my skin, making my nipples hard and erect. My breasts throbbed, wanting to be touched. The smell of burning weeds and smoke filled the air.

“What is the gift?” I said, breathless, blinded by the sun in my eyes.

He put his mouth on my nipple teasing it with his tongue, then bit hard and sucked. One hand squeezed my ass and the other squeezed my tit. He pressed his hard member into my pussy over my skirt and bounced me a few times— teasing me. I tried to look at him, but the sun was shining right in my face. He withdrew, and a moment later, I felt him raising my skirt up around my waist, tucking it into the waistband.

A soft humming sounded filled the still air, and he kicked my legs apart. I was bound too tight to budge. The humming moved toward me, and suddenly I felt it between my legs. It was a vibrator slicked with lubricant. It moved up between my lips and rested inside my slit.

“Oh,” I gasped, "Mmmmmmm….” He pressed it against me and moved it away in short succession while flicking my nipples with his tongue. Orgasm was about to break through, hard and intense. He bit down on my nipple and squeezed my neck gently as he pushed the vibrator into my clit.

My body shuttered with overwhelming shockwaves, but before I could recover, the vibrator was inside me, thrusting deep and covered in slick lube and pussy juices. He sunk it into me to where his fist held the base. Each time his fist pounded my pussy and vibrated through my clit. It hit my g-spot, and I was coming continuously while he squeezed my neck.