“Wait here,” he said before disappearing down the hall and leaving her alone.

  She turned to the window. The crystal clear swimming pool that she’d seen in her vision pedestal filled half of the area beyond and a path led down to a small jetty where a large boat was moored.

  She turned back at the sound of his bare feet on the floor behind her.

  He held out a large soft towel. “Here, this should help.”

  As she took it, their fingers brushed briefly, sending a shockwave up her arm. His eyes flicked over her body again before he turned away politely, but not before she noticed the swell in the front of his jeans. She wrapped the towel around her body with gratitude and a small sense of satisfaction at the effect her nakedness had on him.

  And then the realisation hit her. He’s called me for the final wish.

  A dark cloud descended over her happiness. “Is it time?” she asked in a hollow voice, not really wanting to hear the answer — to hear him confirm her worst fears.

  He ran his hand through his hair and looked at her. “Maybe … I mean, I’m not sure yet … I mean, I just don’t know what to do.” He turned his back on her.

  Most of her masters wished for wealth or power or both. Some, like the one who’d cursed her, had even used her to satisfy their carnal desires. But not this one. Not Caleb. He’d never even made an advance toward her, let alone asked anything for himself.

  She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Tell me your desires, Master.”

  He turned around and looked at her, his face a mask of confusion. “It’s my brother …”

  Her heart broke. His first wish had been to get his brother out of a Moroccan prison where he was being held for drug possession. The second was to have the band discovered by a record company so his brother could finally achieve his dream and stop his path to self-destruction. She’d wanted him to make his final wish for himself and not his undeserving sibling.

  “He’s so angry — so self-destructive,” Caleb continued as he paced the floor in front of her. “If I could just make things right for him, if I could just make this—”

  “Think carefully before you make your wish.” Ishari reached out and placed her hand on his chest. She wasn’t ready to give him up yet, but his pain and indecision seemed to be tearing him apart.

  He froze under her fingertips, searching her face with a frown. Then his expression softened and he brushed her hair behind her ear.

  She smiled.

  Caleb crushed her body against his, claiming her mouth with a hunger that stole her breath. He pushed her gently backward until the cool glass of the large window pressed against the bare skin of her shoulders. His hands reached under the towel, squeezing her thighs. Her sex flooded as his fingertips traced the line of her hip. He pulled away the towel and she gasped as the material of his T-shirt rasped against her tender nipples.

  Abruptly, he stepped back, leaving her standing against the glass and panting with need for him.

  He dropped his gaze to his feet. His features were twisted with shame, or perhaps disappointment. Was she that abhorrent to him?

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

  She bowed her head, more so that she didn’t have to look at him than in supplication. “You do not desire me.”

  “Desire you?” He laughed. “You’re the only woman I’ve thought of in months.”

  “Then I am confused, my master.” She raised her fingertips to lips left bruised by his kiss. All she wanted was more of the same. “I belong to you to use in any way you please.”

  “All the more reason not to … ” His horrified expression deepened as he picked up the towel at her feet and held it out. “You shouldn’t belong to anyone in that way.”

  Her nakedness was making him uncomfortable. “There is no need, master.” She ignored the proffered linen and willed herself into a more presentable state of dress.

  His eyes widened as he took her in. “I thought you couldn’t use magic on yourself.”

  “Changing my appearance to please my master is a part of my power.”

  He nodded and swallowed hard. “Ishari. No one should ever take you against your will.”

  “It would not have been that way.” Her eyes locked with his as she placed her hand on his arm. “At least not with you, my master.”

  * * *

  Caleb stepped away from the temptation to kiss her again and her eyes flashed with something akin to disappointment as she bowed low once more.

  Could it be true? Could she really want him as much as he wanted her, and not just because she thought he owned her?

  Now her body was covered in semi-translucent red silks, she seemed even more alluring then when she stood buck-naked before him. Her hair, now completely dry, hung like a black silk waterfall to her waist. All he wanted to do was bury his hands in it and kiss her senseless.

  “Does my master want to make his final wish instead?” she asked in a hollow tone as she fell to her hands and knees in a full subservient bow.

  “No.” He dropped to a knee and lifted her chin, brushing her hair behind her ear. “At least not yet.”

  “As my master wishes.”

  “So.” He stood and lifted her to her feet. “Are you telling me, that as your master, I can sleep with you anytime I wish?”

  Her violet eyes twinkled. “Yes, master.”

  “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

  She tilted her head and frowned. “Because you didn’t ask, master. I’m not permitted to tell you what your desires should be.”

  Of course not. That might be too helpful.

  “So,” he said and paused to look at her closely. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

  Her eyes rounded. “Oh, yes please.” Her reply was little more than an expelling of breath and it stirred something more in him than just his cock.

  Ishari took his hand and placed it against her silk-covered breast. “Feel how much my heart desires your touch.”

  Her flesh was warm through the fabric and her heartbeat raced under his palm. He searched her violet eyes, now darkened with passion. His cock leapt and strained in his jeans. But he wanted more than just sex. He wanted to join with her, mind, body and soul. He took her face between his hands and took her mouth, drawing her bottom lip between his. Her hands pressed his against her cheeks as she returned his kiss with desperation. Caleb drew back, searching her eyes, her face, her lips. Every feature, every curve, filled him with such longing.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, my master.” Her words broke against his skin with a warm rush.

  He swung her up and her arms circled his neck as he cradled her against his chest. “I need you, Ishari, my Djinn.”

  “And I you, my master.”

  She weighed next to nothing as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. With the blood of desire pounding in his ears, it seemed to take forever to reach his room, but he finally reached it and kicked the door closed behind them as he set her on her feet.

  Ishari stared at him and then reached to loosen a thick ivory clasp at her shoulder. The sheer fabric slid from her body, catching for half a heartbeat on the pinched swell of her erect areoles before dropping to pool around her feet.

  A deep ache ground through his gut. Never had he seen anything so beautiful or so precious. He drank in every inch of her naked body—completely hairless apart from the beautiful arch of her eyebrows and the satin sheen of midnight hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back. Her copper skin glowed like gold in the light of the dying sun creeping through his bedroom windows.

  She glided across the few feet separating them with effortless grace and placed her warm right palm against his cheek. He was almost afraid to touch her—afraid she might disappear in a puff of magic smoke. His hand shook as he reached out and traced his fingers up her bare arm. Her skin was warm and silky under his fingertips.

  She was a goddess. His goddess. He fell to his knees before her in worship, wrapping his arms around her hips with his cheek against the slight swell of her stomach, and he breathed her in. He wanted to have her, taste her, devour every inch of her, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He rose to his feet, looking up into her eyes as he easily lifted her off the floor.

  She placed both hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him with such radiance it almost blinded. It was a smile full of promised pleasures.

  Caleb took three steps to his king-sized bed still mussed from the previous night when he’d spent tossing and turning with the dreams of her. But this was no dream. Not this time. This was unbelievably real. Her scent of exotic spices and silk filled his nostrils, driving the heat straight to his cock.

  But he wasn’t about to rush it. He wanted to savour this last time with her … savour her.

  He gently set her down on the mattress edge then dropped to his knees before her, palming the most beautiful left foot he’d ever seen. Gold rings circled lovely straight toes that had never seen the inside of a modern woman’s shoes. Bands and chains of gold wrapped around her ankles. He cupped her calf and traced his lips over her warm skin. As he reached her knees he gently pushed them apart.

  Her smooth thighs smelled of sun-warmed sands. His cock strained in the confines of his jeans and he shifted to help relieve some of the pressure, bringing her mound within reach of his hungry mouth. He looked at her propped up on her elbows, watching him, her violet eyes dark with passion.

  He rested her leg on his shoulder and inserted two fingers into her tight wet opening. A moan escaped her as she dropped onto her back, clenching the sheets with her fists and her dark hair flooding the white cotton sheets.

  He leaned in and laved the erect nub as he slid his fingers in and out of her opening with a lazy rhythm—her thighs quivering against his ears with each stroke.

  “Oh great celestial Sultan, please …” she groaned, raising her hips to give him better access.

  He stopped and drew back to look upon her face. Her parted lips glistened as she moistened them with her small pink tongue. After another breath, she looked down at him, her features a mask of frustration and pure lust. He turned and nipped the inside of her thigh. Her hand clasped his head, guiding him back to her centre, to her tight, wet sex.

  “Please, please …” she begged.

  He lowered his head again.

  * * *

  Only Mari had ever given her the intimate kiss like this. Never a man. Not even Hussein. The stubble on Caleb’s chin grazed her in a way Mari’s soft skin hadn’t and his strokes were firmer, almost rougher. It was so different from the servant girl’s tender caresses, yet his masculine touch stoked her desire in ways Mari never could.

  Heat grew heavy in her womb and spread out through her body, infusing every fibre of her being with such erotic bliss. The pressure built with each flick of his tongue, pushing her toward that delicious precipice. His big hands, slightly calloused from years of playing his instrument, gently spread her wider, opening her up to further ministrations, and every muscle in her legs, thighs and buttocks clenched tight as the pre-orgasm intensity curled around her sex.

  Then she shattered—coming so hard her head spun. Her heart hammered against her ribs and blood pumped through her ears, deafening her to all else but her own panting breath as the aftershocks sent spasms through her entire body.

  She lay there for a few seconds, feeling content, yet she wanted more. Much more. She wanted to make it last. Last well into the night. Last a lifetime. Because when he made that final wish, he would be lost to her forever.

  “Caleb.” His name sat on her lips like a kiss.

  He rose over her and she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down against her. The hardness trapped in his pants pressed against her hip. She reached under the bottom of his shirt and dragged her nails up his back, pushing the material up. When she reached his shoulderblades he rose to his knees and lifted the shirt over his head. For a moment he just looked down at her, an uncertain expression flickering across his face as he threw the balled up material to the floor.

  She rose and knelt on the bed, pressing herself against him. The hardness of his body met hers in a warm wall of muscle and skin. She ran her hand over his broad chest, brushing the dark swell of his nipples. He was smooth and hairless and soft in a way only a man could be.

  He’s perfect.

  Ishari caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she traced the ridges of his abs, watching her finger slide downward until she hooked the band of his jeans. The bulge of his erection strained against the material and she scraped her nails across it. He hissed and clasped a hand behind her head, drawing her into an insistent, almost desperate kiss.

  His hardness pressed against her stomach. She drew back and gazed up at him as she popped the top button on his jeans. His eyes darkened. Slowly, she slid the zipper down. He was wearing nothing underneath and his cock burst from its confines into her hand.

  The smooth skin slid through her fingers as she wrapped them around the shaft. A silky drop of pre-cum beaded at the head and she gathered it on the tip of her tongue. He tasted just as sweet as she knew he would. She pushed the pants over his hips and he lay on his back so she could drag them down his legs and pull then off his feet.

  Caleb clapped his hands and muted artificial light chased back the twilight gloom. “I want to see every moment of this,” he said, reaching up to cup her face.

  He made to rise, but she pushed him back down, straddling his waist. “So do I.”

  The muscles of his stomach rippled under her thighs as he rose on his elbows.

  “You are too beautiful,” he whispered, running his hand over the furrow between her breasts. “The sight of you makes me so hard.”

  His touch burned her like a brand and she wanted it to consume her. “You are the first master who hasn’t treated me like a slave.”

  His face darkened with anger and she thought she’d said something wrong.

  He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “You should be worshipped, not enslaved,” he whispered against her skin.

  A tear slid from her eye. “I need you inside me.”

  Caleb let her go and leaned back to open a drawer in the dark table beside his bed. He pulled out a small square and opened it with his teeth. She took the condom from his hands, moved to sit on his thighs and pinched the tip of the prophylactic. She’d learned to do this from one of her masters in the fifties. He’d been fastidious about cleanness and could not bear to put his dick into any whore unprotected, as he’d told her every time he took her. But this time was different. This time her hands shook with anticipation instead of a sense of shame and worthlessness.

  She carefully unrolled the latex over his thick shaft and eased it from the tip to the base. He watched her through hooded eyes. It only heightened her excitement. When she was done, Caleb placed his hands on her hips and gently lifted her while she guided his erection to her opening. She was still wet from her orgasm and his mouth—he slid into her with ease, stretching her flesh with delicious friction as the tip kissed her cervix.

  He trembled beneath her, his face contorted with effort. “Don’t move,” he hissed between gritted teeth. “You feel too good. If you move it will be all over.”

  She obeyed, keeping still and watching him breathe through what appeared to be the edge of agony. Finally he relaxed, then lifted his hips to thrust against her.

  Ishari rocked slowly. He gripped her thighs and lifted his hips to meet her. He sat up and ran his hands up her back, as if he were committing every inch of her to memory. He looked into her eyes as he took her bottom lip between his and sucked for one breathtaking heartbeat.

  “I need to see you, taste you, touch you—feel your heart beating against mine.” His voice rasped over her skin like a caress.

  She closed her eyes lest he see the overwhelming emotion welling inside her. He could never be hers. Soon he would be gone and she couldn’t bear to think of who would be her next master.

  Because there was always a next.

  But right here and right now, there was only Caleb. And her.

  His cock filled her, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside that made her cunt clench and sent delicious ripples up her spine.

  Ishari rocked her hips back and forwards, riding him in a slow, steady rhythm. He swept her hair back from her face and rubbed the pad of his thumb across her cheek as he kissed her again.

  “You are too beautiful,” he whispered.

  She smiled down at him. “You said that already.”

  He smiled back. “I can never say it enough.”

  One of his hands found her left breast and squeezed. She hooked her ankles together behind his back and tightened her grip as she leaned back to allow him better access.

  But the fingers left her nipple as he took hold and flipped her onto her back with her legs still wrapped around his hips. The angle pushed him even further inside, something she thought was impossible. The pleasurable sensation bordered on pain as he withdrew slowly, then surged into her again.

  He rose up on his arms and watched his cock sliding in and out of her, his expression full of rapture. She brought her head up to watch their fucking too. It brought her so close to the edge, so close. Just not quite.

  Just a little more.

  Her hand fluttered over her stomach, heading toward her pubis, then stilled.

  “Don’t stop, baby … touch yourself … come for me,” he panted between his quickening strokes.

  She did.

  Her fingers had barely brushed her clit when she exploded with such force that she came twice in a row. One after the other. In quick succession. And still she wanted more. She wanted all of him. Inside and out.

  In her … around her … over her.

  The pressure built as she worked her clit for a third orgasm. His strokes almost slammed into her. Flesh hitting flesh had never sounded so good.

  Caleb’s arms trembled against her sides as he dropped his head to watch her fingers sliding over her clit again.

 

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