Witch’s Smoke Aaron Page 5

  He started by licking around the crease where the heavy breast lay against her ribs. The mouth left wet kisses around the globe as it moved upward. By this time, the tip of both breasts had turned to hard erect peaks. Finally, drawing wet circles around the rosy top, the lips circled and enclosed the tip and pulled it into the warmth of the mouth. Now she knew she was in trouble because the wet moisture could be felt as the soft wind was cool where she was wet.

  She arched her back. It felt so good to have such a soft mouth take the breast and tease and kiss and suck it softly. The breast was so happy it softened and blossomed and filled the working mouth. Then the mouth left and moved downward, kissing each rib, circling and tonguing the indent in her stomach until she felt the heat so deep in her cunt that she knew she was wet inside and out.

  She felt the soft tongue make love to her womanhood in a way that no man or woman had ever done. The mouth and tongue worshiped her with long slides of hot soft movement over every inch of her cunt. She threw her legs wide, lifting one knee, and felt the tongue roll the exposed nub and pull it slowly into a warm mouth and drag teeth across it with only enough pressure to cause a climax that was inside her with needy heat.

  She pulled air into her lungs and placed her hands on her breasts to slowly pull at the nubs in the same mild way to keep the warmth her body was feeling as it was loved by the mouth at her core. She felt the tongue go over every part of that womanhood, pushing gently at each lip, tasting with satisfying fluctuations against the skin of her core, going back to the tight pucker of her ass, and circling it with tenderness that it had never felt. The tongue came back to kiss and leave wet traces along the juncture of the point where her legs met and made the fold at her body. Then it was again at that nub of pleasure, and now it blew air on it and the nub stood up. She gasped and rolled her breasts and raised her hips and then the nub and that part of her mound was enclosed in the hot mouth and it was pulled and teased and she was ready. Every muscle from her stomach to her knees tightened and threaded with expectancy, then the tongue flicked once more with pressure, and she was over the top in a climax she could not ever remember. She moaned and moaned, her whole body shook, and there was nothing but blackness behind her closed eyes.

  She was not sure how long she had laid there, her body too weak to move, her arms and legs too heavy to respond. She finally got up, went up to her bed, pulled a light cover over her, and went into a deep sleep, one that she needed.

  Chapter Six

  She rolled over, surprised that the sun was shining in her eyes and that the phone was ringing. She fumbled for the phone and, closing her eyes as she got the receiver to her ear, mumbled hello.

  “Ms. McDonna, this is Dr. Alisandro’s office reminding you that you have an appointment this afternoon at one. Thank you.”

  She took and deep breath, but before she could answer, the phone disconnected. She realized the call was some type of automatic service. Shit, she did not want to visit the good doctor again. The last visit, the one that was also the first, had been too disturbing.

  She got out of bed, decided to take a shower and, while her coffeemaker worked away, she would call the doctor’s office and cancel. But she felt so good after last night’s episode and the good rest that, with her hands wrapped around the coffee cup, she decided to keep one more appointment with the doctor and then not make any more.

  The morning went fast, so she dressed in comfortable clothes and drove to the appointment. Her timing was good as she walked into the comfortable waiting room on time. She did not have time to sit down as the doctor’s door opened, and he beamed a large smile at her and welcomed her into his office.

  * * * *

  “How did things go this last couple of weeks? I was hoping we would have a session sooner. It would be good to get together two or three times a week.” He watched her expression as she drew up her knees and put her head on one as she wrapped her arms around her legs. There was a lot to be said about that defensive curled position.

  * * * *

  She just sat and hugged her knees. She did not know where to start. “Doctor, do we start like we did last time? Do I get to ask the question?”

  * * * *

  “If that is what you want. I was hoping to talk about your feelings on being scared about caring for people, but maybe your question would lead us in the correct direction, so ask away.” He had a belief that he got further by letting the patient lead the way rather than trying to push them.

  * * * *

  She mulled over the question, trying to find the right words and hoping that he would take it seriously and answer her. “How dangerous is it to get involved with an illusion that you create and live over and over?” She waited to hear his answer.

  * * * *

  He never underestimated the importance of any question asked in this room.

  “Asa, losing one’s self away from the real world is never good. On the other hand, daydreaming can be a great way to find some relief from stress. In some Hindu relaxation techniques, one is taught to think of a place you would like to be, such as an island or a beach or a mountaintop. Then when stress builds up, you can always go there to find harmony in your body. The big, really big point to this, is that one must always remember that it is not real. That it is made up in the mind as a type of release so that one never gets it mixed up with the normal day-to-day world. That is when it can lose its value.”

  He waited to see if she was absorbing any of this and if it was on the right track. He could see her close her eyes as she was thinking, but he did not see her muscles relax. Okay, they were on the right track, but she was not getting the answers she sought.

  “Dr. Alisandro, with the Hindus and so called ghost whisperers and people who meditated, did you ever hear of anyone actually have contact with someone, both in the illusion of a sick mind and with all other contacts, did anyone actually, really touch someone who the normal world say was not there?” She let out a sigh after that long question.

  He was shocked. This was really a first for him. He had worked for years with many types of mental problems, but with all that the mind could create, actual physical contact did not seem to be one that he had come across. He and all doctors in his field had run across patients who thought they had bugs under their skin. They heard noises and thought they saw people, ghosts, monsters. But he never heard of actual physical contact.

  “Asa, do you mean you see someone, or talk to someone on a regular basis, someone who is really not there?”

  She laughed, a low sound as she looked out at the garden. “I mean we touch. I mean he pleasures me in a way that in all the years I have never been pleasured before. I have had sex with poor men and rich men. Some were young, and some were old. I have had it from groups and from only one. I have been restrained to make a Dom happy as I had my wrists tied to each ankle, and I was stretched over bars for hours. I dressed in tight leathers and beat submissives and made them fuck me in ways they begged of me. I had sex with women so that men could watch, and I had sex with a woman because she was a friend and needed it. But in all my years, whether in boats, planes, cars, or bedrooms, I have only fucked. Now, I have had someone make love to me. Do you hear me Doc. L O V E. Someone has made love to me in a very sexual way, and he probably is not real. So where do you send me to lock me up?”

  He got up and went to a cabinet that hid a small refrigerator. He brought out two bottles of water and walked back to her to hand her one. He did this to buy time for his responses and to hope that when she took it, she would unwind a little.

  She looked at the bottle he held out for a moment, and she took it. She did unwind. She put her feet on the floor, slid back in the seat, and sank down of her tailbone to rest her head against the back of the pillow built into the chair. She held the bottle but did not open it.

  “No helpful medical answers, Doctor?”

  It was his turn to sigh. “Asa, you are a very intelligent woman. There are no magic medical answers to cure or
help my patients. There is just lots of understanding and searching for the answers. You are telling me that, in your mental problem, you have actual contact with someone from your mind, and he made love to you. There are some significant feelings here. Answer me on a couple of things. Do you hear him?”

  She finally looked at him. “Yes.”

  “Do you smell him?”

  She hesitated. “I smell something, the same thing each time.”

  “You physically feel him, the same each time?”

  No hesitation this time. “I feel him. Solid touch. It is not the same each time. Sometimes it is a hand, sometimes it is his lips, sometimes it is his breath.”

  “Is it always sexual?”

  “Well, it ends up in sex, but we have been talking also.”

  “Is it in the same area of your house?”

  “No, it has been on the beach, anywhere in my house, but my outside porch near the fire pit seems to be the best.”

  “Has there ever been anyone else around, off in the distance or the chance of being interrupted?”

  Now she took time to remember. “No, we were always alone, and I don’t ever remember any chance of anyone being around.”

  “Were you asleep?”

  “No, never, although I was relaxed with my eyes closed.”

  That caused him to pause. “Did you have alcohol?”

  She thought for a while. “Maybe once or twice, but not a lot. I am not a big drinker, especially when I am alone.”

  He sat back and thought about this issue for a while. She had really handed him one for the books.

  “Doctor, you don’t take notes, how do you remember?”

  He looked over at her. “Our sessions are taped. It was on the form you filled out when you first came in.” Again, he was in deep thought.

  “Asa, I am going to give you a prescription for a mild sedative. I want you to take this daily because I think the stress of your lifestyle has built up in you, and I would like to see you start to really relax. I think the home on the coast is a good idea, but keep busy. I am going to talk over you symptoms with some other doctors, and I would like to see you in a week.”

  She reached forward and sat the bottle, unopened down on the table. “You and I know that this is some type of figment of my mind, you just don’t know how to treat it, do you?”

  “Asa, I don’t want you worrying about this. You are a very intelligent woman, and I believe you are blessed with an unusually strong imagination, which made you very successful in your business life. But it is working overtime right now and we have to find a way to get it under control. You are not going crazy, you are just having a strange mind controlled flash that is not real. Don’t worry, we will find a way to convince your brain that it is not real, and you can join the rest of us in a normal life again. So get your script filled and make an appointment for early next week, and I will have some answers for you.”

  Steve Alissandro was a good and conscientious doctor. He had been practicing long enough to realize that he had not seen it all. He spent the next few days contacting old friends, contacting their recommendations, and researching in books and on the internet.

  He ended up in a conference call with a teacher/professor in London and a practicing expert in brain illusions and escaping manifestations. The three-way conversation was exciting and difficult to understand if you were not a part of it.

  “How old is the patient?”

  “Twenty-eight.”

  “What has her sex life been like?”

  “Unbelievable and overactive. She is quite beautiful, and from 1 to 10, she would be an 11. She has spent the last few years working at a BDSM club as their best product, and they charge huge rates for her use, so she is booked up for months in advance. She works both ends, Dom and Sub.”

  “Is she healthy?”

  “Yes, I just got the records on her last check up, absolutely no problems. The only physical complaint she has lodged is that recently she has become unable to have an orgasm. Evidently, this manifested over time and got to the point where nothing she did or any one did to her would create the climax.”

  “Has she changed her lifestyle?”

  “Yes, she retired, and moved away from her former life.”

  Finally, the Professor spoke. “There has been a couple of cases like this. There is a very great scientist in Switzerland that I know of and there is a couple of cases documented, I will send you a link. Anyway, they are learning to live with the contact because when anyone who had this type of contact, this strong, and tried to separate from it, they could not accept it and they either committed suicide or had a complete breakdown. It seems, until we can really find an answer, the person has learned to live with the extra contact in their life. There have been so few cases come to light that there has not been much research yet. I will give you the name of the scientist, and maybe he can give you some insight.”

  Steve sat there and then without saying anything to the two men, shut down his computer and started looking up her file to call her. He understood that for the first time in his long practice, he had given the wrong advice to a patient.

  * * * *

  For the next few days, she did nothing but put her life in order. She called her lawyer and made sure her will was up to date. She called her financial broker and had him transfer everything into long-term investments that would be easy for an heir to handle.

  She closed out all of her bank accounts except for one and from this, she paid off all of her bills. She paid off the loan on the Jeep, paid the utilities on the house for three months in advance. The house was already free and clear. She was surprised that there were a couple of repair items she wanted to finish on the house, and she got started, painting the trim outside and ordering new curtains for the bedrooms.

  It took several days for this all to get done. The curtains came by FedEx and she was pleased after she got them hung. They were perfect. If she were going to stay, there would be work to the house that she would have to hire an outside contractor to do, but that would not be necessary now.

  Continually, he talked to her, and she ignored him. She finally dug out an IPod and put the ear pods in, turned up the music, and wore them day and night. She felt his hand and ran from it, she felt his kisses and took cold showers and continued to work.

  One day, she actually felt the ear pods jerked from her head.

  “Sweet one, why are you not talking to me, not letting me please you? I miss you so much. You have come to be the center of my life. I need you.” His voice was behind her, his breath on her neck, the smell of sandalwood and cinnamon surrounded her, and she closed her eyes.

  She let out a long sigh and felt a tear move slowly down one cheek. “Because you are not real, and I cannot stand the thought of letting them lock me up or pouring chemicals into me that will make me someone else.”

  She opened her eyes and looked over at the table where her purse, her backpack, and the script from the doctor all lay neatly in a row.

  “Oh, my love, I have ruined something again. For centuries, it has been my curse because I ruin everything I touch, but I do not want to ruin you. I need you.”

  She laughed. She had created an illusion that needed her. The doctor would have a great deal to say about that.

  “I cannot make you go away because you give me what no other person can give me, my climax. I have made such a complete fantasy that I have made myself need it and made it need me.” She felt the breath move her hair as she heard the long deep sigh.

  “Little one, let me tell you my story, maybe it will help.”

  She shrugged her shoulders, almost in defeat. “Sure, I will listen to my apparition tell me a story.”

  “There were four of us, four handsome brawny brothers born to a monarch who spoiled us and was too proud of what his loins had turned out. We fought hard, drank hard, wenched hard, and did what we pleased. If anyone were foolish enough to complain, they suffered, not us. But finally, we stepped over the
line once too often. We violated a young virgin, left her pregnant, not sure which of us the seed belonged to, and forgot her. But her mother did not forget, and her mother gave us a curse. She was a very strong witch.”

  Asa started to laugh in a dangerous, out of her mind sound. “I am really beyond help. Kings and witches. God, if there is one, has left me long ago.”

  “I thought the same thing when I woke up to find out I was smoke. My curse was to live until I did an entirely selfless and good act. Except I could only move as smoke, I could only form a small portion of my body at any one time. I did some evil things at first because I was so angry. Then I did nothing but float around and watch the world change. Finally, I tried to do some good. I did some, but it was not entirely that one act needed to make me whole. I never had a relationship with anyone until I came to this spot and met you. Now you are trying to shut me out. I can’t stand it. I need you.”

  She left the house, running. She lost a shoe and kicked off the other and pulled her sweatshirt off as she reached the beach. The wind was blowing up heavy waves today and the water was coming in higher on the sand, leaving debris and dirty foam as it was pulled back by the heavy undertow.

  * * * *

  He swirled as smoke around her head, confused as to what she was doing. He had never seen her go into the water before, and she still had on a shirt and her jeans which would be too heavy in the water that would be cold.

  * * * *

  She did not stop, as she knew if she hesitated, she might be too frightened to finish what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to do was finish her life. She continued to push into the cold water, and it reached a point where she could not run, as it became difficult to move her feet as the water drove her back and then forward. The cold water was finally above her knees and then above the bend of her legs, and the wet jeans made movement slower and slower, but now the water was taking over and pulling her. She moved forward and reached a point where she was waist deep, and then a large wave crested over her, she was flung backwards, her arms flying out and before she went under, she saw his face above her.