Blocking her attempt to scoot away by settling his knee on one side of her legs, Idrak chuckled deeply. "You and I both know you want it, you want to feel my tongue inside of you as you grind that sweet cunt against my face."
Mortified, Nadira stopped struggling and slapped both hands over the creature's large toothy mouth, hoping to stop any more of his lascivious words. "Stop it!"
"Just say it, Nadira," he teased, his fingers dipping lower into her folds. "Just say the words, and I will make your wish come true."
Relaxing her legs, she whimpered at the feeling of his fingers now slick with her desire rubbing continuously along her slit. Up and down, he tortured her slowly, occasionally letting one of his rough knuckles only glance against her hooded clit. Frustrated but determined not to succumb completely, Nadira slid her hands from covering his mouth, gliding them across his smooth hot skin to the sides of his face and let her fingers knead at his temples simultaneously. For the briefest second, she could see his barely-there pupils roll back in his head at the pleasure she caused him.
Feeling her own defenses lower, she pulled his face closer to hers and stared him directly in the eyes. "And you speak of my years of abuse as if I was the only one." Feeling him tense beneath her hands, Nadira allowed her impulses to take over and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. "I will not make a wish, you are not my wish-master to control," she said, thinking of his accusing words that night when she released him. Opening her legs a bit further, she secretly reveled in the warmth of his bare thigh rubbing against hers. "Do what you want with me, it's not like I can stop you."
A hunger so inhuman and so startling transformed the djinn's face, somehow sharpening his features even further. With just a thought, the fabric of her top disintegrated to a pile of colorful threads, leaving her completely naked beneath the demon. Lowering himself, Nadira's cry was swallowed whole as he covered her mouth with his own hungrily promising without words a long night ahead.
Chapter 10
Stretching her arms over her head, Nadira let out a tired groan and opened her eyes. Blinking a few times, her heart jumped in her chest when nothing came into focus, just the remaining pitch-black darkness surrounding her. Breathing deeply, her mind began to work in memories of yesterday's event. Oh yeah, she was forced to leave her home under the guise of marriage and was now trapped in a million-dollar mansion, of course, it was all coming back to her now.
Relaxing back into the mattress, Nadira closed her eyes and thought of last night and Idrak's "method" of putting her to sleep. Turning her face into the plush bedding, Nadira thought of the djinn's fingers easing inside of her last night. Shortening his claws until they were nearly blunt human nails, harmless towards her, he had pushed them in and out of her slickened passage as he whispered all the obscene things he wanted to do to her. Never in her life had she heard such filthy words. Burying her face deeper into the pillow, she clenched her eyes tight at the memory of his tongue, tasting her again and her wanton response. It had felt so good. Even now, her sex throbbed at the trace memories of his unrelenting touch.
Stop, she mentally commanded herself. There was no point thinking about last night for a multitude of reasons, but more so for the fact that she knew without a doubt, Idrak was gone.
The lack of his unmistakable radiating heat was the first thing her subconscious mind noticed when she pulled herself out of the light stage of sleep. She wondered, did he leave the moment she passed out from his ministrations last night? Or did he stay with her through the night and left at some point in the morning? A small flare of anger ignited within her for even thinking the thought.
Sitting up in the bed, Nadira groped blindly for the nightstand where she had seen a little black remote sitting last night. Finding it at the edge of the nightstand, Nadira grabbed it and blindly clicked a button. A light came on over the bed, giving her a much better view of the remote. Finding the button, she was looking for, she held up the remote and pointed to the massive drapes on her right. Simultaneously both sets of curtains began pulling backwards letting bright white light of the day spill in. Squinting at the sudden change in the room, she waited a few more seconds until the curtains stopped their procession and bunched neatly back into the far corners of the room.
Light now from all sides filled every darkened space of the massive room, making her feel like a tiny person in a room made for giants. Looking down at her naked body, she could feel her cheeks flush as another unbidden memory from last night invaded the forefront of her thoughts. Idrak had held her as her body convulsed from the mind rending pleasure he stoked within her, he had nipped at her breasts gently as he stretched himself beside her, the hard heat between his legs pressing against her thigh. She had expected him to continue. Her last coherent thought was wondering how on earth was she going to survive another round, but her thoughts faded into sleep, and that was all that she remembered. He had denied himself, meaning he truly meant what he said and that he only wanted to put her to sleep.
Not sure what to think about that, Nadira got up, dragging the extra-long sheet with her as she went. The massive, black velvet tufted bed sat against a towering partitioning wall that reached up to the tall ceiling though it did not meet the width of the room, leaving it open on each side of the bed. Nadira could only assume that they were the double entrances to the en-suite bathroom. Walking around the partitioning wall and through a doorway, Nadira stopped in her tracks.
She was speechless.
White on white marble from floor to ceiling, three built-in vanities hosting a plethora of drawers, mirrored cabinets, a double showerhead walk-in shower obviously built for coupled showers, and lastly, the piece de resistance—a giant sunken whirlpool tub situated directly underneath a cathedral glass ceiling.
"You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled, taking a shaky step forward into the breath-taking bathroom.
For about fifteen minutes, Nadira just walked around the bathroom stopping here and there, opening cabinets and pulling out drawers most of them empty but a handful filled with brand new soaps, makeup, lotions, and oils all of them expensive and exotic—all no doubt procured by her horned djinn. Next time she saw him, she was going to demand just exactly how he got the previous owners to leave. She could only pray they were all right.
Through trial and error, she was able to finally figure out how to work the shower. Using a sweet-smelling soap with a handwritten French label, she stepped out of the shower feeling softer than she had ever felt in her life.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she stopped in front of the hidden mirrored door. She had found the door earlier as she was exploring and guessed that the tall narrow door had to lead to a closet. Opening the door, she smiled to herself as she tried to guess what Idrak had in store for her in here. Walking inside, the lights turned on automatically revealing rows and rows of empty hanger spaces and empty shelves. A little dismayed, her eyes settled on her suitcases standing side by side to each other in front of the closet island. Noticing the white card on top of the island counter Nadira reached for it and plucked it up.