M Sellars - Love Is The Bond

For a moment I started wondering if my earlier SpellCraft simply wasn’t good enough to keep her from harm. But, that tinge of panic didn’t last long. I knew full well that I’d gone to great lengths constructing the spell, weaving it only to keep her safe, not to cut her off from the ethereal entirely. So, it stood to reason that she could still be overly sensitive to myriad other energies. Besides, sensing and channeling positive energies shouldn’t be harmful. And, sexual arousal probably qualified as positive, or at least that’s what one would think.

I immediately abandoned my mental analysis and grabbed for the dashboard out of self-preservation as my wife whipped the vehicle into a hard right, squealing the tires and tearing into our driveway at a higher rate of speed than I considered advisable. She immediately accelerated out of the rapid turn and barreled up the concrete expanse through the open gate and brought us to a sudden halt directly in front of the garage. The Jeep lurched as she jammed the gearshift into first and let the clutch out even before she managed to switch off the engine.

I eyed her wordlessly for a second then opened my mouth briefly before deciding not to chance a comment on the fact that I knew she was a far better driver than she’d just demonstrated. Of course, all I saw was the back of her head as she was climbing out of the vehicle, almost before she’d extracted the key from the ignition. I simply gave a mental shrug then twisted around in my seat to reach for the camera bags. She turned back to close her door and looked at me with an intense fire behind her green eyes.

“Aye, leave them,” she instructed, her tone harbored no room for negotiation. “Just go inside and get undressed.”

When I stared back at her, almost dumbfounded, she added, “Right now.”

I wasn’t entirely sure if what I was hearing was a demand, a plea, or something born of both.

The door chime rang out for the second time, setting the dogs into a repeat of the frenzy it had brought about on the first go around. The deep-throated woof of our aging English setter again formed a bass backdrop to the snarling bark of our Australian cattle dog as they vociferously stood watch over their territory. Whoever was out there, however, wasn’t easily frightened away it seemed, and that told me it was probably Ben.

“We need to answer the door,” I told my wife.

“No we don’t,” she breathed into my ear. “Whoever it is will go away.”

“They haven’t yet,” I replied.

“They will,” she purred.

She was astride me in the bed, body pressing down against mine as she continued to nuzzle at my neck. Her dainty hands encircled my wrist, and she held my arms in place over my head and down against the pillow. Of course, she wasn’t strong enough to actually keep me pinned without quite a bit more leverage than her current position offered. Even so, she was demonstrating more strength than I expected, and she was definitely making it difficult for me to move. That simple fact seemed to delight her in ways I couldn’t begin to describe. Apparently, something about exercising dominance and control had become a focal point for her arousal, and she wasn’t about to let it go.

She’d been all over me the moment we got into the house. I hadn’t even had the chance to “get undressed” as she had told me to do, and in fact, I wasn’t certain I would be able to find all of the buttons she’d managed to rip from my shirt when she’d descended upon me. That had been sometime around eight-thirty this morning, and she hadn’t let up since-not that I’d been able to keep up with her by any stretch of the imagination. Truth be told, what was certainly an adolescent boy’s dream come true, was for me rapidly becoming a real problem.

I had never seen my wife act like this, even during the times of passionate discovery in our early courtship. I hated to resort to the overused term “nymphomaniac,” but at this point I couldn’t think of anything else that would accurately describe the visceral intensity of her physical desire.

Whatever it was that had gone on in that motel room, Felicity was tapped directly into some portion of it. I was actually beginning to wonder if it was she who was in control, or something else. In any event, she was insatiable, and I was just plain exhausted. How she was still even awake, I had no clue.

I tried to reason with her. “Honey, it’s probably Ben.”

“Can’t be,” she whispered. “He’s supposed to call.”

“Yeah, but something tells me that’s him at the door.”

Her reply came in another breathy murmur. “Then he can just go away.”

I forced my arms upward and began levering my body to the side, actually finding myself needing to struggle in order to push her off my torso without hurting her. She wasn’t going to give up easily, and in fact, me resisting only seemed to inflame her libidinous mood further.

“Aye, where do you think you’re going?” she giggled as she pushed herself into a half sitting position, still straddling me. Then she proceeded to wrestle my arms back into place as she wriggled forward and dropped her knees across my elbows before beginning to slowly rock her hips.

“To get the door,” I told her flatly. “Let me up.”

“Aye, how about if we just borrow his handcuffs and send him on his way, then?” she murmured.

I was beginning to get concerned. I managed to pull my arms free after a healthy struggle and then tried to shift her off my chest. She immediately took hold of my wrists again, trying to force my arms back down, but I twisted my hands from her grasp and quickly took hold of hers.

“Oh, but I’m not finished with you yet,” she purred, then without warning she dug her fingernails into the backs of my hands and drew them across my flesh.

I yelped then called her name with more than a hint of sharpness. “Ouch! What the?! Felicity!”

“Hmmmmm?” she murmured as she continued to rock, seeming not only pleased with, but also intensely aroused by, what she had just done to me.

“Honey, get a grip here,” I told her, tightening my hold on her wrists.

The look she gave me was almost a glare as she snapped, “Aye, I knew I should have just tied you up like I wanted to do in the first place.”

“You wanted to what?” I asked.

“Make you my love slave,” she purred mischievously.

I simply didn’t have an immediate answer for that. I stared up at her for a moment before I finally forced my shoulder back then quickly forward, rolling with her and using the momentum to break free as I slid from the side of the bed.

“Honey, you need to ground and center, right now,” I told her.

“I’m grounded,” she replied. “Come back here and I’ll show you.”

“No you aren’t,” I said as I started quickly slipping into my clothes. “I don’t think you’re even you right now.”

She rolled to her side and grabbed the belt of my jeans as I pulled them on, engaging me in a tug of war with my own clothes. I stumbled back out of her reach, and she giggled again.

“Come back here, little man,” she ordered. “You need to kneel down and worship me.”

Now, I was really starting to worry. She was definitely channeling something, and while it may have started out as a neutral force, it was starting to become something that was not so benign.

“Stop it! Felicity, you need to ground. Whatever has got hold of you needs to go. Now.”

She ignored me, asking instead, “Where do you think you’re going?”

As she spoke, she took a quick swipe at me again, but I was already far enough away to easily sidestep the grab.

“I’m going to answer the door. If it’s Ben then it’s probably important,” I told her. “You know that.”