by Nikki Prince
"Lili told me she spoke to Eva about the visions and thoughts she's been having and that Eva has chosen not to believe her." Samael popped a few of the peanuts that were in a dish on their table into his mouth, chewing and then taking a swallow of his beer. He loved the liquid burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat. He couldn't get drunk, but the taste was pleasurable and as a fallen, he was all about the pleasures of the flesh.
"I think it’s a matter of her having gotten comfortable with Lili not remembering. Besides the added distraction I've been providing." Clay grinned and winked at the other two. "So hopefully she'll keep thinking Lili won't remember."
"You're doing a great job with that. Just keep doing what you're doing, and we won't have any issues with Eva, Clay. I owe you big time, seriously." Clay waved him off, telling him it was nothing, and took a swig of his beer as they all settled into a comfortable silence. Samael could not help but think how much of a blessing it was that Clay could keep Eva in line. He knew that without his interference this probably wouldn't be going as smoothly. When Eva got something in her head, she didn't let it go. Clay was an added distraction that tipped the scales in his and Lili's favor, and he was definitely going to use it.
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"That's right, Liliana. I need you to relax yourself. Close your eyes and take some deep breaths. Remember the techniques that I've taught you."
The smell of frankincense and myrrh filled the room, as did music from a CD called Zen Garden. Liliana sighed as she let herself relax as Dr. Bhatia instructed. This was her fourth time at a past life regression session, and she was finding that she was remembering more and more of who she had been. Settled among soft pillows on the floor with her legs crossed and her hands palms up in her lap, she inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. Dr. Bhatia had told her that her time as a victim was over. Due to victimization in her past lives, she had fallen into the same cycle, and now was the time to put a stop to it. The karmic cycle needed mending so that she could gain a more fulfilling life and have peace.
"That's it; let the frankincense and myrrh take you to another place, another life and another you. Close your eyes and continue to unwind and breathe deeply. Let go and move into a place of mindfulness. Release any stress and any tension that you may be feeling. Push out all the negative thoughts and pull in the positive." The doctor sat across from her in a chair with his long legs crossed and his hands clasped together. He pushed his glasses up on his nose as he watched her deep breathing technique.
"Now, Liliana, repeat these words after me until you began to see images in your mind’s eye. I'm remembering a time in the past, a time when I walked this earth as another person. When the images stop, I want you to open your eyes slowly and practice your breathing again." Dr. Bhatia kept talking in his soft, yet authoritative voice. His words were entrancing and had such a flow to them, she found herself finding that zone that she needed to be in quite swiftly.
"I'm remembering a time in the past, a time when I walked this earth as another person." She said the words slowly and evenly, mimicking what the doctor said. She felt herself drifting, and soon, images came to her. She saw herself dressed in varying garb and having variations of her name, Liliana. What was so significant about her name? There was something to her name; she could feel it. Her name was the key to all of this. She felt so close to knowing the truth, learning who she was and who she had been. Her eyes opened, and she did as the doctor had instructed, smiling her thanks as he handed her a pad to write down the images that'd come from the session.
"So do you think that you'll be able to put into practice what you have learned these last few months?" His face held concern as if he was a mother hen looking after his chick.
"I think I've had a wonderful teacher, Dr. Bhatia. Yes. I can do this on my own." She smiled at him.
“Then I send you on your way with my blessings. Do let me know how it all turns out. I have enjoyed this passage with you. Remember, positive in and negative out.” They both stood and shook hands warmly.
“Thank you, Dr. Bhatia, I have enjoyed your guidance on this journey.”
The hour session had ended so quickly, and she felt much closer to knowing whom she was and what'd happened to keep her in the continual circle in which her life seemed to revolve. It was her last session with Dr. Bhatia. He’d given her the techniques she could use at home, though he allowed her to call him if she had any issues or questions. She shook the doctor's hand and then left the session, walking out into the sunshine feeling relaxed and assured that everything was falling into place.
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“So how'd the date go with Clay?” Eva rolled her eyes and gave an unladylike snort. They were at an outdoor café drinking lattes and nibbling on pastries. It'd been a few weeks since the date, and Liliana was tired of the silence. She wanted to know what'd happened.
“Girl, please, it wasn’t a date.” Liliana burst out laughing only to get more eye rolling from Eva. “Well, it wasn’t.”
“Oh, so getting all prettied up and going out to dinner isn’t a date?”
“No, it’s just him taking me to eat.”
“Did he pay for the meal?” Once again, Eva looked at her as if she had a second head on her shoulders.
“Of course he did.” She sounded indignant.
“Then it was a date, Eva. A date, that I might add, did you some good. So answer my question. How did it go?”
“Ugh! Okay … it was a date, and it was fantastic. Don’t you dare tell him, Lili. He's already as smug as hell. If his ego gets any bigger, he will need his own time zone.” They both chuckled.
“There's something about him; I can’t explain what it is.” She sighed and smirked. “But whatever it is, I like it.”
“Nice, it’s about time someone caught your attention.” Eva gave her a big, cheesy grin. It made her feel so good that her sister had someone else to focus on, and Clay seemed to be the real deal for Eva. Even if Eva didn't want to admit that to herself, Liliana could see it.
"I like him. I don't want to get too crazy about this. He could just be playing me. He's hard to read, and that makes me antsy." Eva picked up her drink and took a sip.
"E, it’s obvious he likes you. I mean, he is a very genuine type of person. Why'd you think otherwise?" She picked up her croissant and spread some butter and honey on it, watching as the amber and yellow mixed to make delicious goo. Taking a bite of the croissant, she almost purred as the flavors hit her taste buds.
"Girl, you're enjoying that croissant like someone is going to town on your va jay jay!" They both burst out laughing, causing other patrons to briefly turn and look at them.
"You've been hanging around the young girls at the shop again, haven't you?" Liliana teased her.
“Of course I have. Where else would I learn such cool slang?" They both laughed, and then Eva turned serious. "I think like that because of my past relationships. Men seem to want me for a moment, and then someone better comes along. I am tired of being hurt like that, so it’s easier to push them away before I get pushed."
"Stop having a defeatist attitude. If you want him, go for it. He seems to really, really dig you."
"I'm just going to take things slow. I haven't had sex with him yet, though we've fooled around. I make sure I tease the hell out of him, too. Let's see how long that shit lasts before he gets tired of me not putting out."
"Be careful that doesn't backfire on you," she warned Eva.
"How could it go wrong? He wants me bad, and if he's genuine, he will be patient enough to wait for it." Eva began lavishing a croissant with the same butter and honey mixture Liliana had used.
"He could get pissed off and think you’re playing games. Perhaps think that you’re too much of an issue to want anything serious.” Something flickered in Eva’s eyes. Liliana wasn’t quite sure what it was, but the expression passed quickly before she could remark on it. Eva made a tsk-tsk sound and gave one of her signature whatever looks before popping the pastry in her mouth
and chewing.
"If he gets angry and thinks I'm playing games, then who needs him?"
"E, you're playing games, though. Teasing him like that without following through. That's one of the worst games you can play. Speaking of need, it would seem you at least want him, and who knows, that may turn to need."
"This has nothing at all to do with need. It's lust pure and simple. Perhaps he will prove me wrong, but I doubt it. Lili, I think I know what I am doing. Thank you for caring, but I will be okay. We will be fine if there is anything happening in the relationship department. Now let's finish our drinks and croissants and go to the movies, as we've planned."
"You're as stubborn as hell, girl, but all right. I promised you some girl time, and I am going to make good on that promise." The conversation soon turned to other things, and they spent the rest of the day enjoying one another's company as sisters often do. In the back of her mind though, she tried to stem the thoughts every time they came. She worried that the curse was never going to end and she'd lose Samael. She also couldn't help but think that Eva was treading on thin ice with Clay. It seemed that the Jackson sisters had men issues and would never find happiness.
Chapter Eight
A few weeks later, she pressed against Samael in her bed as a light breeze filtered in from the open window in the bedroom causing the curtain to flutter occasionally with its power. It had been a hot day, and the evening didn't seem to be cooling off either. On the small cherry wood nightstand next to her bed was a large glass of ice cubes with only a minimal amount of water. Condensation on the clear glass dripped down to pool onto the doily beneath it. She was stroking her fingers lightly over his muscled chest, her head lying on his shoulder. It had been a quiet night for them, one spent in bed talking over what the therapist had taught her and how she felt it was beneficial.
"Do you think you are close to a breakthrough?" he asked, trailing his fingers along her spine as she cuddled her naked body up close to his. His breath caught as her hand moved to stroke along his lower stomach, dangerously close to his hardening cock. His cock twitched against his stomach, and she giggled.
"Yes, I think it won't be too long before I remember the past and why it seems I am doomed to repeat it. I know that once I figure out my issue, we will be able to figure yours out. We are too tightly bound together for there not to be a resolution for you, too." She dragged her nails across his stomach once more, watching as his cock jerked. A shiver traveled through her body as his hand cupped her ass and then he trailed his finger down the crack of her ass.
"You're playing with fire, Lili."
"No more than you are, Samael. Not my fault you decide to ask twenty questions while we are naked in bed together." Moving down his body, she placed her hand at the base of his cock, tightening her grip as she stroked him. His pubic area was shaved just as hers was, which made it nice when giving him head. No hair to worry about when playing. Using her free hand, she reached over and took a drink from the glass, letting a small cube of ice pop into her mouth. His eyes met hers over the rim of the glass, and he gave her an exceptionally wicked smile. He knew what she was up to, and it thrilled her. They were both exceedingly kinky and fed off one another. She set the glass back down and returned to her task.
Looking into his eyes, she grinned as she leaned forward to tease her very cold tongue along the head. She heard him hiss and felt him arch up. Loving the response he gave to her teasing, his reaction spurned her on. She swirled her tongue around the opening of his cock, purring as she tasted the salty sweet liquid that pooled there. He uttered a groan, once more arching into her.
"Cup my balls, Lili, and suck me."
She needed no further urging from him. She wanted him as undone as she always was when they fucked. She moved the hand that was cupping his cock to make sure his balls pushed into the palm of that hand then moved to her knees. Kneeling over him, her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. He grunted as she applied harder sucking pressure to the head of his penis and then popped him out of her mouth, only to run her tongue down the vein on the underside as his fingers tangled in her hair.
"Shit, you're a tease, Lili."
She giggled and continued to lick along the vein until her tongue stroked where her hand still gripped him at the base of his shaft. Easing that hand slowly up, she let go of his balls so that she could lick and suckle there. Popping one into her mouth, sucking gently, and then giving its twin the same treatment, she loved how he squirmed. She felt him lift his hips off the bed and arch into her so she knew she was hitting all the right spots. She felt him moving and then his hand was between his thighs, and he was cupping his own balls. She recognized what he wanted as he moved them up, revealing his perineum to her. She smiled because she knew he was so sensitive there. He loved having the area between his balls and anus licked, and she loved how much it drove him nuts when she did it.
"More licking baby, please, give me more licking right there." He took over stroking his length, holding it flush against his body, as he was apt to do, with nice long strokes. He fisted himself at the head as his other hand hugged his balls. Her tongue licked at the skin he had exposed to her, and she heard him groan. "Fuck, your tongue is so hot and wet." She giggled as she heard him gasp when she gently nipped him there. Kneeling between his legs, she looked at him with a smile as his hand slowly moved up and down on his shaft.
"Gonna share?" she said to him. He smirked and stopped his stroking, bending his cock slightly towards her with his hand at the base as if to say it was all hers.
"Mmm, now that is what I am talking about, Samael."
She moved closer, dipping her head down, taking him into her mouth as much as she could until he was hitting the back of her throat. Once again, his fingers tangled in her hair, and she felt him thrusting into her mouth. Wet sucking noises filled the room along with groans from him. She could tell he was close from the way his fingers tightened in her hair. Looking up, her eyes connected with his, the look from him intense. She hummed around his shaft, letting the vibrations add to the sensations she was giving him. The only way to describe how he felt in her mouth was velvet covered steel.
Samael tugged at her head. He wanted her to look up at him. Her eyes met his, with her lips still wrapped deliciously around his cock. "Enough. I want to be inside of you. No, let me rephrase that. I need to be inside of you. But not before I have a bit of fun."
He growled and tightened his fingers in her hair as she continued sucking on him a few moments longer before letting him slip from her mouth, as if she hadn't heard his enough. Eagerly, she moved to lie flat on her back on the bed watching as he reached for the glass and picked out an ice cube, holding it up and winking at her.
Her breathing sped up as he trailed the ice down between her breasts. She felt goose bumps rise on her skin as the water from the ice ran down her body. Raising the fast melting cube he stroked it in a circle around her nipples, watching as the skin tightened around them, making them hard buttons of flesh. He leaned forward, his eyes still on hers, as he flicked his tongue over one and then the other. She cried out and vaulted up into his mouth. The cold from the ice and the heat from his tongue added different sensations to her body and set her on edge.
Then he made a path down the center over her chest to her belly, letting the ice drip into her belly button for a few seconds, and then he dipped his tongue into it. He sat up, reaching for another piece of ice, winking at her as he began a trail down from her belly button, and she knew exactly where he was heading.
"Damn, and you call me a tease."
He smiled but didn't speak. Pressing on, he brought the piece of ice to her clit. When that piece of ice hit her clit, she almost shot off the bed as she bucked. Her clit began to throb and tingle almost painfully, the feeling she received from it powerful. Putting the ice into his mouth, he pressed it to her clit, licking at her with the added sensation of the cold from the ice cube.
"Oh!" Her stomach sunk in as she drew in a deep
breath. She felt like she was burning up. The feeling of a heated mouth with the coolness of the ice enveloping her clit made her screech in pleasure. His hands moved to hold her legs still, his tongue curling around her clit over and over, which set her legs to trembling. He had her teetering on the edge of orgasm, and she almost came, but then he pulled his mouth away.
She saw him reach for what she suspected was another ice cube, and then she heard the telltale clink of ice on the glass. He moved back into position, and she gasped as she felt him slide a piece of ice inside of her. She bucked on the bed and groaned. She frowned and looked down at him, but the look on his face made her beam. He was hurting to come just as much as she was, if not more. His next words had her scrambling to do as he wished.
"Lie on your side, baby, facing away from me.”
Smiling, she turned to her side, facing away from him, knowing that whatever he did to her next would be what she wanted and needed. Her smile widening as he moved to lie behind her in spoon fashion. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his fingers stroked over her side, brushing fleetingly over the side of her breast and then down to her hip where he grabbed that leg and brought it over his own, cuddling her close. “Are you nice and wet for me, Lili?”
She groaned. “Yes, I am very wet for you, Samael.”
“Show me, Lili. I want you to put your fingers in your pussy and then pull them out and let me see them.” His words turned her on even more, and she felt her cream gushing from her. Her breathing ragged, she eagerly did what he asked. Slipping her hand between her thighs and dipping them into herself, she moaned as finger tips stroked over sensitive folds and then inside.
