I ventured into the bedroom as he turned to open the door. I figured that it was room service with our wine. It was a little early to be drinking, but what the hell. As I slipped out of my clothes, I stared at my body in the full length mirror. I knew that it sounded awfully conceited, but there was no way in hell that my man would’ve cheated on me with that skanky, flat ass whore. I was a silver dollar, fuck a dime piece. He’d be crazy as fuck to mess up what we had.
My smooth, golden skin seemed to glow in the light and the soft, curve of my hips blossomed out perfectly in contrast to my tight, slender waist. I had perky C cup breasts, light, mahogany areolas and nice, big succulent nipples. When I turned around I admired the slope of my ample, heart shaped ass. As I did a booty jiggle, I blew a kiss at myself. When I faced myself in the mirror again my eyes focused on my legs.
I stared at the scar on my thigh and visibly cringed. It had healed tremendously, but it still looked grotesque to me. Despite that one flaw, my legs were toned to athletic perfection. Well, they used to be. Lately my thighs were looking slightly softer than usual, but Rah wasn’t complaining. That was due to the fact that I couldn’t work out with Randy. When the scar was completely healed, I planned to get cosmetic surgery to make it not be so visible. Then again it reminded me of what I’d survived and I needed to see it from time to time. In a way, the scar was bittersweet and humbling.
Chapter 5
Seantay
Raheem and I spent the day chillaxing in our underwear and silk robes. As much as we wanted to, we refrained from sex and decided to bask in the salvation of our relationship. A little more than twenty four hours before, I was ready to end things with him. He was lucky that Samara had recorded the whole incident. It just taught me that things weren’t always what they seemed. Not even when you saw them with your own two eyes. There was a major contrast between the truth and perception. We hadn’t brought Dean up yet either, but I knew that it was inevitable; just like the two of us having sex was.
I hadn’t left the suite at all since we got there, but Raheem had threw on some sweats and ran to the Red Fish Grill on Bourbon Street to get me some fried Mississippi catfish. It was my favorite seafood restaurant in New Orleans and I knew that the catfish would come with the crawfish etouffée, which I loved because it was made with broth like soup. He had gotten the grilled filet mignon with baby spinach and mashed potatoes. We ate dinner and talked as we sat on pillows in front of the fireplace in our underwear. Once we were full we ordered another bottle of wine. Raheem threw a blanket over me when room service softly tapped on the door. I laughed because he knew how much of an exhibitionist I was.
“That food was delicious,” he sighed as he slipped his sweats back off and sat next to me in his boxers.
“Yes it was. I’m so full. You’re going to get me fat and then what?” I joked.
He grinned as he poured some Cullen’s Chardonnay in two glasses. As he passed me a glass he responded to my question. “You are getting thicker babe, but you ain’t nowhere near fat. I actually like a little extra weight on you. At least it’s in the right places and shit. Your belly’s still nice and flat, but that ass and those thighs.” He shook his head and narrowed his eyes sexily at me. “They defy description.” He put his glass down and used his hands to draw a coke bottle figure like Michael Jackson did in “The Way You Make Me Feel” video.
I gave him a sexy look as I took a sip from my glass. “I’m sorry boo, but as soon as I’m able to, I’m working this shit off.”
He fake pouted and picked his glass back up. “It doesn’t matter to me baby. You look good as hell regardless and I love the way you take care of yourself. Just don’t work all my ass off. Give me something to hold on to when I’m up in it.” He winked at me.
“Well, since you like my ass so much I’ll be sure to tell Randy to adjust my workout regimen to maintain it.”
We shared a laugh and then I felt his cool lips on my cheek, then my ear and then my neck. “I can’t take this shit anymore baby,” he confessed.
“What?” I asked innocently, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
“Your ass is sitting here looking all good. Every time a nigga breathes I get a whiff of your perfume mixed with the sweet scent of your pussy. Shit, I ain’t goin’ lie. I’ve been hard all fuckin’ day. Neither one of us wanna rush the moment, but damn…” His lips roamed over my collar bone and then stopped at my breasts. The chill from the wine was gone and his mouth was warm on my skin. He took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and sucked while he teased the other with his finger.
I drank the rest of my wine in one large swallow and placed the glass on the floor. After I pulled his face away from my nipples, I pulled it up to mine for a kiss. “So, let’s not wait anymore,” I whispered against his soft lips.
He gently pushed my body back against the pillows and unclasped my bra. I was glad the clasp was in the front. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he revealed my firm, round breasts. “Mmm, your body’s so beautiful.”
“Really?” I asked. He didn’t have to do much to get me wet. I could feel the moisture accumulating between my thighs.
He lowered his head to my breasts again and teased my nipples with his tongue before he spoke again. “Hell yeah,” he said breathlessly.
I moaned when I felt his hands roaming all over my thighs and ass. They were so warm and soft, yet firm at the same time. When I felt his fingers in the waistband of my thong, I lifted up so he could easily remove it. He helped me maneuver my injured leg and smiled down at me.
“What?” I asked bashfully, which was a rare reaction for me.
He stared into my eyes. “I’m picturing you riding me.”
“Well, you won’t have to use your imagination for long.”
His lips covered mine again and our tongues did a fiery dance. I could feel his hands travel to the soft skin of my freshly waxed pussy. After spreading my legs to give him a clear pathway, he took advantage of the invite.
“Ohhh, Rah…”
Our eye contact stayed steady after he separated from our passion filled kiss. His fingers found my spot and I closed my eyes involuntarily as I took in the overwhelming pleasure. Tingles and shock waves violated every single nerve on my body.
“Look at me,” he whispered and my eyes opened slowly.
I looked into his, admiring how sexy they were. It was like he had me under some type of hypnosis or something. Suddenly it felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore. My body belonged to him and I was going to let him navigate it on a trip to multiple, mind blowing orgasms.
“Watch me make you cum,” he said staring me down.
My body was on fire and I couldn’t help but thrust against his skillful fingers. “Mmm…that feels…so good.”
He bit down on his bottom lip and flashed a sexy ass look at me. That shit made me even wetter and I gyrated as I grabbed his face. “Kiss me.”
Without saying a word he gave me what I wanted and then pulled away to continue watching my face attentively. “You’re about to cum,” he said knowing my body like it was a part of him.
I couldn’t help but close my eyes because he was right. The warm sensation started as my abdomen tightened and my pussy muscles flexed against his moving fingers.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I did and the look on his face was one of pure bliss. He was enjoying the moment just as much as I was if not more. If there was a facial expression for sex he was wearing it. “I’m cuming baby,” I whispered as I clenched my thighs around his arm. My body jerked and trembled like I was having a fucking seizure.
“And that was just with my fingers,” he said with a satisfied smirk. “Just wait and see what I do next.”
The ability to speak had escaped me as my body came down from its orgasmic high. “Damn.” I shook my head unable to believe he could make me cum like that so easily with just his fingers.
“The night’s just begun mami.” He got up and went into the bed
room.
When he came back he had a red gift bag with white tissue paper in his hand. He passed it to me and then sat down. The look he was wearing on his face was sly and sneaky. I knew that he was up to something, but I was sure I was going to like it.
I pulled the box out of the bag and couldn’t contain the mischievous smile on my face. “Oh, okay. You want to play huh?”
“Every time I eat your pussy you beg for fingers,” he chuckled. “So, when you explained that you like to have a G-spot orgasm and a clitoral orgasm at the same time I figured that would be perfect.”
As I read the box I got even more excited.
“And you love butterflies,” he added.
It was a black butterfly shaped vibrating clitoral stimulator that I could strap on. There was a cordless remote that came with it. As I opened it I wondered what he had up his sleeve and when I thought about it chills coursed over my over heated body.
“So, how is me using this going to benefit you?” I asked already knowing the answer. I just wanted him to say it.
“I remember the time you told me that you wish I could fuck you and eat you at the same time. We both know that is impossible and since you won’t have a threesome ‘cause you’re not into chicks, this is the next best thing. I mean, we could arrange it so that I can fuck you while a broad eat you out, but…”
I smacked his arm and pretended to be mad. “First of all I’d never let a woman near my pussy and secondly I’d never let a woman near you.”
He laughed. “I was just playing baby. If you strap this on I can dig up in that thing and you can have all the double orgasms your greedy little heart desires. What I’ll get out of it is the fact that the pussy is gonna be even more open, wet and ready.”
“Ohhh, hell yeah baby, I’m going to enjoy this,” I said pulling the toy and remote out of the box.
“Yeah, but it’s something else in the bag,” he said.
I emptied the contents of the bag and a sack of loud smelling weed fell out. “This is right on time.” I giggled.
After we smoked a blunt Rah strapped the butterfly clit stimulator on for me and turned it on. I immediately felt like I was going to explode, so he turned it down.
“Give me a little bit at a time baby,” I teased as he covered my body with his.
All of a sudden a serious look came over his face. “I know this doesn’t seem like the right time to bring him up, but do you have Dean’s number?”
Talk about ruining a moment. “What does that have to do with anything?”
He smiled. “Payback baby, that’s all. Let’s give him a dose of his own medicine. Get your phone, dial his number and put it on speakerphone. Let him hear us fucking and shit. That’ll get under that nigga’s skin.”
I had to admit that it was a good idea and it made me even hornier than I already was. “Does the thought of that do something for you too?”
He nodded. “Hell yeah,” he said and then leaned over to kiss me.
My phone was right there on the sofa cushion and I grabbed it just as Rah spread my thighs. He adjusted the speed on the remote for the butterfly vibrator and entered me slowly.
“Ahhhh, I don’t know how heaven feels, but it gotta be close to this.” He exhaled as if the feeling had knocked the wind out of him.
“Mmm, oh my God…Rah!!!” The stimulation of the toy on my clit mixed with the feeling of his dick deep inside me had me fucked all up. I couldn’t help but lift my pelvis and meet each of his thrusts with a hunger I’d never experienced before.
“Call him,” he whispered in my ear. “Now.”
The pleasure made it difficult, but I found the number Dean had texted me from and pressed the call button. I put it on speaker and dropped the phone on the pillow. “Ohhh fuck,” I moaned as Rah found my spot effortlessly. “Right there.”
“Hello,” a male voice answered the phone.
“Mmm, Tay baby…this is my fuckin’ pussy” Rah said as he squeezed my ass cheeks.
“Uhhh…ohhh…mmm…yes…it’s your pussy Raheem! This pussy…will always be yours!!” I screamed louder than I normally would to make sure that Dean heard me.
“It’s so tight…and wet! Made just for me…and only me…shit!! Ohhh…you feel sooo fuckin’ good Seantay…damn baby!”
“Mmm…ahhh…give me my dick! I’m gonna cum Rah! Oh…shit! I’m cumin’!” I wasn’t faking. Rah’s big ass dick, mixed with the vibrating butterfly and the thought of Dean listening to us fuck was the recipe for one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced in my sexual life.
“Yeah…cum for me beautiful…cum all over this dick baby!”
I heard the phone click off signaling that Dean had heard enough, but we were just getting started.
Chapter 6
Seandra
Grandmother inspected the dark, ashy substance that I’d found sprinkled around my house. She frowned as she poured a small amount onto a napkin. Her friends Louise and Marcia were sitting beside her. I sat across from them and watched Marcia concentrate on it with a pair of wire rimmed glasses perched on her slender nose. Both ladies were around my grandmother’s age, but were total opposites as far as physical appearance.
Louise was barely 5’0, big boned with dark, smooth skin, long flowing gray hair and dark brown, wide eyes. She was soft spoken and smiled a lot, exposing a deep dimple in each of her cheeks. Grandmother explained that she was a retired History Professor whose rich white ex husband had died and left her millions. She had twin daughters and a son who were around my parents’ age.
Marcia was tall with a slender build. Her mahogany colored skin had red undertones and her shoulder length hair was fine and limp. Her eyes were narrow and slightly close together. Her thin lips stayed pursed together in a straight line and she was very stern and outspoken. She had a raspy voice and talked very loud, as if she was deaf or something. Grandmother said that Marcia had been born into money and had never worked a day in her life. Her family owned a chain of funeral homes in the state of Louisiana that had originated in the 1920’s. Her parents had opened one of the first black funeral homes in New Orleans back then. She’d never been married and had no children.
I sat there thinking about Marcia’s morbid family business. What made them experts; I thought as I reflected on what Grandmother had said the night before. The older women all just sat there studying the dust like it was going to identify itself.
Marcia cleared her throat. “Do you ladies agree that it looks like burned bay leaves, rosemary and wolf’s bane?”
“Exactly,” Grandmother agreed as she clasped her hands together.
Louise simply nodded in agreement. “The wolf’s bane is burned to interrupt fertility. The burned bay leaves are to devastatingly destroy the people that you love the most. Lastly the rosemary…” Her voice drifted off and Marcia finished.
“Is intended to cause a mental and physical suffering so severe that you’ll eventually end your own life if the curse doesn’t first,” she said as she peered at me over the top of her glasses.
I felt a chill travel up and down my spine. “How do you know this?” I asked. That shit could not be real.
“Honey, all three of our mothers were descendants of Haiti. None of them actually practiced voodoo, witchcraft, black magic or whatever you choose to call it in a negative nature. They may have believed that certain herbs and roots had mythical or medicinal powers, but that was it. Of course you have those who don’t understand the power of the spirit world. Voodoo is actually a religion and is not about cutting off the heads of chickens and putting curses on people. That’s a misconception that the media has spun for sensationalism. Black Magic is the use of supernatural forces often with the aid of those herbs and roots for various purposes. Just like with anything, you have good and you have evil. You have some who use it for the well being of others and then on the other hand, you have those who use it to destroy. I’m sorry, but in your case sweetheart, this person is out to hurt you and everyone that you hold dea
r.”
I gulped as she continued.
“The three of us all had ancestors in Haiti who were called Shamans. A Shaman is a well respected spiritual leader who was thought to have special powers and the ability to heal. In Christianity those same people are called prophets. Our ancestors passed down all of their knowledge and beliefs, so that we’re able to do what they did back then in modern times. The black onyx stones that you and your sisters have were touched and prayed over by the very Shamans that I speak of.”
Amazement had taken over to the point where I was leaning over to listen to her. Never in my life had I been in such a position. That supernatural hoopla hadn’t held my attention before and suddenly I was caught all up in what she was saying.
“So, the question is how can Voodoo be a bad thing when those Shamans were Voodoo Shamans? They didn’t put evil spells on people, nor did they end or destroy lives in any way. Instead they spread the word of spiritual greatness and healed the sick and weary. Of course, just as you have witchcraft in modern religions, you have those who use evil to inflict pain and death onto others. With what we know and believe, we are able to reverse the curse that has been brought upon you,” Marcia cut in.
“So, how do you know what each herb is used for? Don’t they all have different purposes?” I asked curiously. “And if they’ve been burned how can you be sure that they are rosemary, bay leaves and uhhh, wolf’s bane? Wouldn’t you have to be sure to be able to reverse it?”
Grandmother grabbed my hand. “Trust me Seandra, none of us are new to this. We’ve seen all of this before. It starts with the dreams and then chaos will erupt all around you. Everyone that you love will be affected. You will lose the man that you love. You’ll blame yourself and then your mind as you know it will slowly leave you. The physical pain will be excruciating. You’ll simply be existing, but not living. Eventually you’ll start to lose your grip on reality. Once that happens insanity will set in and you can pretty much figure out the rest. It’s the curse of the scorned woman.”
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