Chapter Eight #2
“You are killing me, woman,” he growled, and then his hands joined hers, shoving at the waistband and yanking at the fabric until she was bare from head to toe.
He took her foot and rubbed it tenderly. “Now, what do you desire?”
She pouted. “It’s not fair that I’m the only naked one now.”
“You wish me naked, as well?”
“Please.”
He grinned. “Alas, I am no longer in the profession of fulfilling wishes. If you wish for something, you must achieve it yourself.”
Felicity laughed and dove for him, and they wrestled and kissed and caressed until Felicity could toss the jeans from the bed. They ended up in a gasping heap, Felicity draped along Dimitri’s side as they cuddled in a moment of respite.
But it was only a moment. Dimitri reached down and stroked his hand all along her dripping slit. “This is mine,” he murmured. “I’ve been yearning for it. Remembering. Wanting.”
“It’s yours,” Felicity agreed, quivering with pleasure.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“I’ve been dreaming of you, too,” she confessed. “I knew it was wrong, but—”
“It is not wrong now,” he whispered. “Nothing is wrong here in this bed. Our bed.”
“Nothing?” Felicity began to kiss down Dimitri’s chest. “Not even this?” She reached his belly, and he shuddered.
“Only if I may have this,” he growled, tugging and turning her until she was straddling his face and oh!
“Yes,” she moaned, and then she reached his dick, taking it in her mouth while Dimitri lapped and sucked.
Her thighs were already quivering, held in place by his strong hands, and she let the pleasure happen to her, waves and tendrils coiling through her as she concentrated on taking his dick in and out, tracing his contours with his tongue, sucking and licking, and suddenly she felt fingers at her entrance, probing and thrusting, one then two then three, swirling and pressing and pumping into her while his tongue teased at her clit, and she couldn’t hold back.
She took his cock as deep in her mouth as she could, groaning around it and sucking hard as her orgasm took her like lightning.
She was vaguely aware of pressure on her clit, his tongue pressing hard, prolonging her ecstasy, and then she was on her back, Dimitri above her, his eyes crazed, his chin dripping with her spendings.
“Centuries?” she said with a broken laugh, guiding his cock to her pussy
“Centuries,” he said, gravel in his voice, and she clutched at his hard ass as he thrust inside her.
God, it had never been like this. Never.
Her so wet and open he moved in her like butter, stretching her deliciously with every thrust. Him so hard and thick, desperately kissing her everywhere as he fucked her into the mattress.
Across it. She lashed out one hand and caught one of the bedposts before he took her over the edge, pushing against it so he could be deeper, harder, more.
He laughed suddenly and lashed his arms around her, rolling them back to the center of the bed. “Ride me,” he commanded. “Take your pleasure on me. I wish to see you come.”
Felicity arched back, undulating her hips, shifting until she found the best angle. “Make me come,” she challenged. “I’m not—in the business—of granting wishes either.”
His eyes flared, and he sat up so they were chest to chest, her tender nipples rubbing his smooth chest. He wrapped one arm around her back, pulling her down into every hard thrust, while his other snaked between them, finding her swollen, sensitive clit.
He watched her closely as they strove, lips open and gasping, his eyes wide and desperate.
“Give it to me,” he muttered. “Come for me.”
Whether it was the words or his clever fingers or his hard, relentless thrusts, Felicity was done for.
She cried out as sharp ecstasy spiraled out from her core, shattering her into pieces.
As she quivered and shook, Dimitri wrapped his arms around her sides and grasped her shoulders, pulling her onto his cock harder and harder until he roared, his cock pulsing as he spent inside her.
Felicity buried her face in his throat, holding him tight as their quivers subsided into a warm haze of pleasure.
“I love you,” Felicity murmured into his warm brown skin. He was sheened with sweat, but he still smelled fucking amazing.
“My beloved,” he replied. “You are worth the centuries of waiting.”
She chuckled wryly. “You weren’t waiting for me.”
“Wasn’t I?” He stroked her hair gently, then drew back to look into her eyes.
“I have been thinking, precious one. Thinking of how the bottle’s magic did not affect you as it does others.
” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe it was because the magic knew. Knew that you were destined for me. That you were the true mistress of my heart.”
“And that you were mine,” she said, tugging on one of his braids. “I’m not really one for destiny, and mistress still makes me twitchy, but... Okay. I’ll allow it.”
He brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. “There is something else I hope you will allow. Something not of the bedroom.”
“Anything,” she said, then amended, “Anything that’s not a felony. Misdemeanors are negotiable.”
“It is quite legal,” Dimitri said. “And I think you will enjoy it as much as I. Do you trust me?”
She tightened her arms around him. “Always.” She cleared her throat. “Now, about that roommate application...”
Dimitri sat in Harold’s recliner, watching as Felicity unwrapped the bottle they had found at a recent estate sale.
It was not as fine a bottle as his, he judged—inferior goldwork, and the glass was unevenly blown—but he’d known what it was at first sight on the estate sale website and confirmed it when he had walked into the room.
He could not explain the aura of genie bottles to Felicity, but she trusted him when he said buy, and thankfully, they had amassed enough wealth through her work and his eye for antiques that money was no object.
Even if it had been a problem, Felicity would have found a way. She was as dedicated to his mission as he was. Which was good, because he could not do it alone.
Only a human could be a genie’s master, after all.
And so only a human could set them free.
Felicity pulled out the stopper and set the bottle on the ground, taking a few steps back as smoke poured out and coalesced into a woman.
“Greetings, mistress!” the woman said brightly. “I am Fatima, the genie, and I am yours to command. I will grant you anything you wish.” Her eyes flickered to Dimitri, who gave her a little wave. The bright smile remained, but Dimitri could see the building confusion.
“Hi, Fatima,” Felicity said. “Nice to meet you. I’m Felicity, and this is Dimitri.”
“My heart sings to have such a lovely mistress...and master?”
“That’s fantastic. You’re so sweet.” Felicity cleared her throat. “So for my first wish, I wish you free.”
Fatima’s eyes went wide and she arched her back. Felicity flopped into Dimitri’s lap and buried her face in his chest as the genie started to glow, letting out a melodic cry, and then it was over.
Her broken shackles fell to the ground.
“That was...unexpected,” Fatima whispered. “I never thought... Never dreamed...”
“Welcome to freedom,” Dimitri said.
Felicity stood, putting an arm around the newly freed genie’s shoulders.
“I know it’s a bit shocking,” she said in a soothing voice.
“But we’ve done this a few times now, and we’ll help you through the transition.
You can stay here as long as you like, but you’re also free to go at any time.
We’ve got a welcome packet you can read over at your leisure, tips for navigating the human world.
And of course, you still have your bottle for when you need privacy or personal space. ”
Dimitri gathered up the remnants of Fatima’s shackles. They’d found a reputable goldsmith who was willing to pay for the gold by weight, which gave each freed genie a bit of human money for those things their magic could not provide.
“So... I’m truly free?” Joy lit up Fatima’s face.
“You are,” Dimitri said, then rang the chimes they’d hung in the kitchen.
Malik’s head popped out of the bathroom. “Is it time?”
“Yes. Do let Sabina and Faid know as well.” Dimitri turned back to Fatima. “Would you like coffee?”
Her nose wrinkled automatically.
“Proper coffee,” Felicity added. “It’s our welcome party for you. I promise it’s good.”
“Says the woman who isn’t making it,” Dimitri growled, pulling her in close.
“I’ll show you the way,” Malik said, taking Fatima’s hand. He rolled his eyes toward Felicity and Dimitri. “They’ll be a moment.”
Felicity sighed into Dimitri’s chest. “Another one freed.”
“Six so far,” he agreed. “Thank you, precious one.”
“I love it.” She squeezed him tighter. “I love you.”
“And I love you.” He nuzzled her throat. “But speaking of wishes...”
She giggled. “Coffee first. And then...”
“Then?” He cocked an eyebrow, as if he didn’t know the answer.
“Then I’ll make your every wish come true,” she whispered, and brushed her lips across his.
He held her closer. “I have everything I could wish for right here.”
She kissed him sweetly, and they turned toward the spare room that was now a bottle hostel, the floor packed with cushions for conversation and coffee with their new friends, whom they had found and freed and invited into their family.
The first of many more to come.