“Um, I have lots of candles. Pretty, scented ones. Wouldn’t you prefer a dimmer, more subdued, romantic ambience?”
“Nay.” His eyes flashed and Samantha thought she caught a glimpse of something that looked like dread. “Please. I like the light, Samantha. After spending an eternity in the cold darkness of that bottle, this glowing brightness is like a wealth of warm, golden treasure. Can we have all the electric lights on, as well as the candles?”
“Of course.” She’d almost forgotten about the poor guy being bottled up for so long. Naturally he’d want to be surrounded by light now. Lighting a match and holding it against the first candlewick, Samantha sighed. She’d just have to bite the bullet and try not to cringe when Lugal zeroed in on her well-lit imperfections.
Once she’d lit the last of the dozen candles positioned on the silver tray atop her dresser, she smiled at him. “This is it, Lugal. All the lighting I have for this room. Well, except for a little flashlight I have in my nightstand drawer, in case the electricity goes out in the middle of the night.”
“Help me to understand what you mean. This flash of light, what is it?”
“It’s a battery-operated device, mostly for emergencies. It doesn’t require a cord to be plugged into the wall.”
“Show me.” Lugal looked like a little boy hearing about dinosaurs for the first time. “I must see this fascinating object.”
Unable to keep from chuckling at his unbridled enthusiasm, Samantha dug the flashlight out of her drawer, demonstrating how to turn it on and off. She was having a marvelous time rediscovering modern technology through Lugal’s eyes. Everyday items she never gave a second thought to now seemed almost magical when she imagined what the world must have been like before their invention.
Mesmerized by the compact light source in his palm, Lugal tentatively touched the tiny square of glass, covering the concentrated beam. He smiled. “Magnificent. There is no fire, no burning or blistering of skin.”
Testing it further, he pressed the lit flashlight to his arms, his chest, his abs, and then his face. Samantha made a note never to clean the surface of her flashlight again.
“Excellent! I will use this to explore your beautiful mug.”
Samantha’s face fell. “You want to examine my coffee cup?”
Lugal frowned. “Your words make little sense to me, Samantha.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I speak of your delicate murub,” he explained. “Your hot. Wet. Pink. Cunt,” he slowly clarified with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I wish to look at it thoroughly with the flash of light. You understand?”
Samantha didn’t have the chance to gape in surprise because Lugal’s hands were suddenly on her, stripping away her clothes.
“You will put your tešlug footwear back on,” he said, handing Samantha her bunny slippers.
“Tešlug?”
“It means small young animal.”
Samantha laughed. “So my bunny slippers turn you on, hmm?”
Lugal stilled, a clueless look on his gorgeous, chiseled puss as the gears turned inside his head. “Turn me on? You mean like your electric lights? Is such a thing truly possible?”
“No, I mean, make you hot,” Samantha explained. “Well, not literally. If something is a turn-on, it makes you feel especially passionate, desirous. Lustful.” As if illustrating her definition, a rivulet of pussy juice streamed down her thigh.
Lugal’s lips eased into a grin. “Everything about you turns me on, Samantha. The furry little pink faces you wear on your feet amuse me. They make me smile. I have never seen anything quite so full of nonsense before.”
Lugal motioned to the bed. “On your back,” he instructed. “Place pillows beneath your ass so that I have a good, clear view of your most intimate flesh.”
Samantha hesitated. “Why do I suddenly feel like I’m getting ready to be examined by my gynecologist?”
“Your guy who?”
“My doctor. You know, like a medicine man. The one who checks out my…most intimate flesh to make sure it’s healthy.”
Lugal threw his head back in laughter. “I have no thought of medicine when I look at you, Samantha. I am quite certain my touch, my gaze, my warm breath on your moist cunt, will in no way be similar to your visits to your guy doctor.”
“Oh…” Samantha’s pussy punctuated his statement with a fresh, warm surge of juice.
He motioned to the bed with more insistence. “Position yourself. My cock is as hard as dense sandstone and craves to be appeased.”
“Yes, Master,” Samantha teased, following his command.
Lugal’s eyebrow arched and Samantha’s pussy creamed again when she caught the look in his eye.
“Master… I like the sound of that. It conjures most pleasing images of your lush, pale body, chained and helpless as I torture it mercilessly with climax after thunderous climax.” He eyed her four-poster bed and nodded. “Yes, these poles would do well for support.” He glanced around the room, opened and closed her nightstand drawers, then looked under the bed.
“What are you looking for?” she asked.
“Chains, leather straps, something with which to bind your soft, succulent flesh.”
Oh dear God.
Lugal had just stumbled upon her most secret desires, Samantha’s deepest, darkest fantasies of being bound and helpless while a big, bold Conan the Barbarian-type had his carnal way with her.
Her clit trembled, her breasts grew sore and swollen and her cunt clenched at the exceedingly naughty, perverted idea.
“Sorry, my bedroom isn’t equipped for bondage. Maybe we can stop at Chains-R-Us when we go out to buy you some clothes tomorrow,” she said, attempting to make the comment flippant and suspecting she’d failed miserably.
“Yes,” Lugal said, apparently accepting her glib remark as truth. “We will go to the chain merchant. I will enjoy inspecting his wares.” He stripped out of his genie garments and joined her on the bed, cock proud, primed and ready for action.
“Excuse me, but what makes you think I’d be interested in being bound?” Samantha asked, her nerve-endings blazing as his hands bent her knees up and spread her thighs. “I’m not into that sort of sex,” she lied, afraid to admit her depraved, shameful desires to him.
He looked down at her with a bold, confident, knowing smile. “Yes you are, little one. I can see it in your eyes.” His gaze dropped to her pussy. “I can see it in the way you seep wet for me.” Lugal scooped two fingers through her lips, bringing them to his mouth to suck off her juices, murmuring his approval as his tongue swirled around his fingers.
Samantha’s body quivered in response.
“I could see it when I slapped your alabaster ass earlier and when I pinned your arms over your head. Have you never experienced sex with a lover while being bound, little one?”
She swallowed hard. “Never. I’m not really all that sexually experienced, Lugal. Just mostly plain, ordinary, vanilla stuff. And not even all that much of that, to be honest.”
“Then it will be my honor to be the first to introduce you to this stimulating method of profound pleasuring.”
“I-I was just kidding about Chains-R-Us,” she admitted. “There is no such store.”
“Ahh…you were being humorous, taking advantage of my lack of knowledge of your time.”
It sounded so nasty and juvenile when he put it like that. “Sorry.”
“I do not mind.” He chuckled, skimming his hands from her ankles to her pussy, his thumbs weaving through her moist curls. She felt his fingers brushing along the notch of her drenched vulva. Samantha’s heartbeat skipped when his fingers slid, swordlike, into her vagina.
She moaned amid the wet, sucking sounds as he treated her to a thorough finger-fucking, loving the feel of his skilled hands at work. The deep earth of her center rippled with familiar sensations of pre-orgasmic bliss. A moment later, Lugal withdrew his dripping fingers, sticking them in her mouth.
Samantha’s eyes wi
dened in surprise at the unexpected deed. Her tongue moved instinctively around his fingers and she tasted herself on him. It was embarrassing, shocking, shameful and, for the love of God, it was such a turn-on, licking her essence from his flesh.
“The light, spicy sea flavor you taste is your desire for me. The juices your body creates to indicate your passion, your readiness to be taken by your lover.” Lugal’s eyes glittered as he gazed down at her. “Clearly, this is the first time you have ventured to sample your own cream, is it not?” She gave a tentative nod. “Ahhh, Samantha, I will greatly enjoy my time here with you. I look forward to acquainting you with many first time joys and sensations.”
“I’m going to enjoy it too. As long as I don’t expire from a severe case of ecstasy overdose first.”
“As for the chains we spoke of, your world may be astoundingly different from mine, Samantha, but I find it hard to believe that the craving for sexual satisfaction has dimmed. Are there no markets offering such items designed for increasing intimate pleasure?”
“Well, we do have sex shops. Places that offer sex toys, weird outfits and fetish stuff. But I’ve never been in one.”
“You will take me to one of these sex shops on our journey tomorrow.”
Samantha felt her face heat crimson. “Oh, I could never go inside one of those stores, Lugal. What if someone I know sees me?”
“They would know that Samantha is a woman unafraid to explore her blossoming sexuality. A woman who has a lover at her side to make her insides throb with utmost pleasure.”
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.” She chuckled.
“It is time for me to make my flash of light inspection,” Lugal announced, tugging and shifting Samantha into the ideal position.
His hot breath rustled across her sensitized flesh and she moaned, wanting more. Wanting everything he had to give.
“Many shades of pink and red, from the deepest to the most pale. I see your little pleasure button, Samantha.” He thumbed her clitoris and she jerked. “It cries out for my kiss.” As if in answer to her silent plea, Lugal pressed his mouth to her, kissing her clit, licking it, taking it between his teeth and torturing it.
“Oh Lord…oh God…” Samantha braced herself against a quaking shudder.
“Nay, it is no lord or god supping on your sweetness, it is your love slave, little one. It is I, Lugal, who makes the volcano of passion rise within you, erupting with a burst of honeyed musk into my waiting mouth.”
Damn, his words alone were about enough to trigger an orgasm! The instant he stopped speaking, Lugal’s talented mouth was at work again. Samantha moaned and writhed under the wicked assault. Oh, such sweet, tormenting swipes of his tongue on her needy, expectant flesh.
She gripped the bedspread, gasping, when he plunged his tongue in her pussy. Delving deeply into her moist channel, his slick, hot thrusts made her heart quicken, her skin burn until she thought she’d ignite.
She was on the brink, just this side of coming, of having her sanity ripped apart when Lugal’s tongue left her hole and his teeth claimed her clit. He stopped for one agonizing moment, during which Samantha heard the distinct click of the flashlight.
He lifted his head just enough to grin up at her. “Ah, Samantha, you should see yourself now. Your intimate flesh is so beautiful. Your little button has swelled until it is ripe and ready to burst upon my tongue. Its color has changed from pink to passionate rose. I am going to eat you all the way to an.”
“Oh, God, yes…eat me. Eat me, Lugal!” If Samantha wasn’t so damned primed to detonate, she would have laughed at her brazen command. But Lugal’s wonderful mouth at her cunt was no definitely laughing matter.
Good God, the man had oral sex down to a science.
Her nipples went hard and tight at the sound of his satisfied growl. Her insides pulled and twisted at the feel of his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, possessing her, claiming her as he lovingly, savagely fucked her with his mouth.
Magnificent tension coiled deep inside, winding tighter and tighter until Samantha’s body stiffened, straining under the pleasurable assault. Releasing the bedspread, her fingers sought Lugal’s head, weaving into the inky dark curtain of hair spilling across his bare, bronzed shoulders. More needy than she’d ever been in her life, she gripped him closer…closer…
Yes…yes…she was almost there. Lugal knew exactly what he was doing with that amazing mouth of his. Just how to make her shatter.
Like a powerful spring, the coil inside her snapped, releasing, unwinding, thrashing Samantha’s senses about. Her screams echoed around the room as she surrendered to the furious whirlwind of a climax unlike she’d ever known before.
“So arousing. The sight and sound of you, your special scent, your delicious taste,” Lugal said. “I could feast on your feminine treasures for hours and still it would not be enough.” At the feel of his tongue darting out to flick her clit, Samantha trembled.
“Trust me,” she assured him, panting as her wits began a sluggish return. “I’d never survive that long.” She didn’t bother trying to chuckle. That part of her brain hadn’t returned to functioning mode yet.
Her beleaguered brain was beating out a frantic SOS because Lugal’s tongue was still busy at her tortured, swollen clit, tormenting her with lick after purposeful lick.
“Oh, no, you can’t do that, Lugal. Really, I can’t possibly take anymore.”
“We shall see.”
Shivers racked Samantha’s body as her ultra-sensitive clit suffered through an ordeal so terribly, awfully, supremely enjoyable she feared her body would break. Literally. The raw, insistent feelings building inside her were so powerful they scared her.
“No! Lugal, I’m serious.” Half-crazed, she dug her hands into his hair again and yanked. He didn’t budge. “I’ll have a stroke or something.”
“You say you want another stroke?”
“Oooh, oh no…aaaiiieeee!”
Dear God, the fiendish man had the audacity to swipe his tongue over her clit with a fearsome, unforgiving stroke. Didn’t he know what he was doing to her?
She was going to die. To expire straight away from too damned much bliss. She could just imagine the headlines. Chunky Weight-Loss Counselor Found Dead from Fatal Dose of Orgasmic Ecstasy. Genie Sought for Questioning.
Maybe Lugal didn’t realize a woman’s body wasn’t designed to undergo intense multiple orgasms. That women couldn’t handle the immediate onslaught of acute delight resulting from egregious manipulation of a totally spent clit.
Oh God, oh God, Oh God…
And then again, maybe her magnificent genie knew all sorts of things she didn’t.
With a hot flush, every cell of Samantha’s being shuddered in a turbulent meltdown. Sparking shocks of rapture arced through her while Lugal’s unrelenting tongue persisted in delivering the most exquisite anguish to her clit.
Before she could form a cohesive thought, Lugal whispered, “Another way to taste yourself from me, little one.” He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss, their tongues tangling.
The mixed tang of her juices and Lugal’s sweet, warm mouth were heady, potent. Her hands letting go of his hair and falling limply to her sides, Samantha heard herself sigh in a dreamy, faraway, perfectly pleasured tone that seemed to go on forever. She felt weightless, boneless, as if she were about to float right up out of her body.
If she was dead, it was definitely worth the trip.
“It appears you can take much more than you thought, little one,” Lugal said, breaking the mind-numbing kiss.
Samantha cracked one eye open. Lugal, that tortuous, fabulous devil, gazed down at her, smoothing her hair from her face. “You almost killed me,” she accused.
A husky chuckle rumbled up from his chest. “I have faced death many times. The final moment before body separates from soul is inexplicably exquisite, but not one for mortals to interfere with. We mortals have, instead, the gift of euphoric sex. The supreme, mysterious joy of cl
imax.”
“Speaking of which,” Samantha said, dragging her sated, exhausted body off the pillows and resting on her side, head propped on Lugal’s knee. “It’s about time for somebody else to get the torture treatment, don’t you think?” In a brisk, bold move, she gripped his cock like it was the handle of his saber, smiling with satisfaction when he shivered. His cock was rock hard, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“The feel of your hands on me is better than the most powerful magic.” Lugal’s eyes were dark with passion. “But I am not finished torturing you, my sweet.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckle. “I am ready to fill your sweet cunt and ram into you so hard and fast that your thoughts will take flight.”
“As delicious as that sounds,” Samantha countered, “I had something a little different in mind.”
Since her first glimpse of his magnificent cock, her mouth had watered with the desire to taste him. She licked her lips, then pursed them, blowing a gentle gust of air across the weeping tip of his jutting shaft. Then she swallowed as much as she could of him, until the salty head butted the back of her throat.
“Samantha…” Lugal whispered in a stunned tone.
She loved hearing his deep, feral groan, hoping she could bring him even a fraction of the pleasure he’d so unselfishly given her.
Along with an equal measure of the devilish torment.
Easing his cock back from her throat to give her tongue room to roll and slide, she went to work. She swirled her tongue around the hot, silky head before inching her way down the long column with a playful series of nips and bites.
Lugal grasped the bedspread so tightly his knuckles went white.
That made Samantha smile.
Allowing his cock to pop free and watching it bob in the air, wet and rigid, she picked up the flashlight from the mattress and flicked it on. “I’ve never seen an uncircumcised cock before. This deserves some in-depth study.”
With one firm shove, Samantha flattened him against the mattress, getting up on her knees between his spread legs. Lugal let out a surprised oooph, giving her an astonished look.
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