Samantha and Her Genie

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “You are free to do so, naughty one. But not before I punish you for disobeying me.” He lifted the material over her butt and smacked her ass cheek.

  “Ooh!” As her pussy moistened anew, she did her best to look over her shoulder to see him, but it wasn’t all that easy considering the way Lugal had her secured. “That wasn’t very nice. I protest.”

  “Silence!” He smacked her other ass cheek.

  The action made her body jolt, pressing her clamped nipples hard against the mattress. Maneuvering her chest in small circles, she rolled the tips of her breasts to and fro, wincing at the delicious prickles of pain with each pass. Her lingering moan was in direct contradiction to Lugal’s command for quiet, but she couldn’t help it. Crushed against the mattress, her nipples reminded her that she was a mere whisper away from coming.

  She heard the sound of cellophane crackling. “What are you getting now?”

  Her query was met with silence.

  “Lugal? I said, what are—”

  She felt his fingers parting her labia and exploring. Then she felt something, a smooth object, sliding onto her clit, constricting it.

  “Oh good God in heaven!” she yelped, gasping at the new pleasure-pain sensation. It was a damn good thing she was secured to the bed, otherwise she’d probably spring so high she’d bounce off the ceiling. “What is that?” She heard the sound of cellophane again.

  “It is called Clit-tastic, by Fabolicious Pleasure Products. It is a small metal clip that clamps onto the—”

  “Yeah, I already figured out what it clamps onto. Holy cow, Lugal.”

  “Once again you reference the religious icon of the people of India. Why is that?”

  “Oh Lord, please don’t make me laugh now.”

  “I am not trying to be humorous,” Lugal promised. “I am simply curious about your statement. Is the sensation you feel akin to a holy experience?”

  “Definitely. I’d say it’s halfway between heaven and hell,” Samantha quipped, amazed she still had the power of speech with all that pleasure-pain coursing through her system.

  “Does the Clit-tastic cause your delicate pink pleasure button too much discomfort?”

  “Between that and the nipple clamps I’m about to go through the roof.”

  Lugal was silent for a moment. “Can you clarify?”

  Teetering on the precipice of an orgasm like no other, Samantha found herself chuckling.

  “I mean the intense combination of pain and pleasure is almost too much to bear.”

  “Shall I remove it then?”

  “No! I said almost,” Samantha made clear. “But you’d better stay close so you can revive me just in case I go into orgasmic shock or something.”

  Lugal trailed a path of kisses across her ass cheeks. “Worry not. I will stay close, little one. Always…” He smoothed his hands with a tender touch over her butt and down her legs. “Until the time that I am no longer able to remain at your side.”

  Well damn. First he torments me with bursts of pleasure-pain, then he makes me laugh, and now he’s made me all weepy at the thought of losing him.

  When her orgasm finally gripped her, it would be one hell of a mixed bag of emotions sweeping through her.

  “Oh Lugal, I need to come. I really do. Please. My insides are going crazy. If you care about my sanity you’ll jam you cock inside me and let me come all over it.” She did her best to wiggle her butt as enticement.

  “A sweeter invitation I cannot recall, but not yet, my eager, insolent beauty. I have something else for you first,” he said. “Another new sensation. Are you ready?”

  Samantha only hesitated for a moment. “If it’s something you want for me, Lugal, then I’m ready.”

  “I’m glad you trust me, Samantha.” He gently raked her flesh with his fingers as he spoke. She made a little gasp of surprise as his fingers slipped between her ass cheeks, caressing the length of the crack. “I would never betray that trust.”

  “I know.” And she did too. She was that sure of her wonderful genie.

  After a bit of rattling around in the sex toy bag, Lugal was back between her thighs. Her ears perked, Samantha heard the sound of a foil packet being opened.

  “For this I am using a Passionate Purple Cloak condom, which is also by Fabolicious Pleasure Products.”

  “With my robe and its matching bra and panties, the amethyst stones at my nipples and your passionate purple condom, I think I’ve got a clue as to your favorite color,” Samantha said.

  “Blood red,” Lugal informed her.

  “Oh.”

  “But I like the way you look in purple.”

  “How come you’re using a condom? I thought—” At the startling feel of something cold and wet between her ass cheeks, Samantha gasped. “What’s that?”

  “It is called Lickable Lube, by—”

  “Don’t tell me, Fabolicious Pleasure Products, right?”

  “Yes. It is also purple. The package states that it tastes just like grape jelly. I have not heard of this food.”

  “Oh, well, it’s usually paired with peanut butter and—”

  Lugal’s warm tongue swooped through the lube at her ass.

  “Oh!” Samantha’s ass cheeks instinctively squeezed tight.

  “Relax, little one.” Lugal spread her cheeks. His tongue drew a circle around the pucker of her anus before thrusting inside. Everything inside and out was aquiver and she sank into a wistful moan.

  “Ohmigod. Permission to come, sir!” She would have saluted if she could. Anything to get him to let her come, to stop the maddening vibrations at her breasts and clit before they consumed her. “Pretty please with sugar on top.”

  “Nay.” He gave her butt cheek a playful swat. “Be still. The taste of the Lickable Lube is not altogether undesirable. But I prefer the unadulterated taste of your flesh.” Again, he spread her cheeks with his hands. “You must relax your bottom for me, Samantha, so that you will enjoy the new sensation more.” His finger swirled around the puckered opening. The peculiar sensation and the idea of what he was up to back there made her nervous.

  “Um…I’m not sure about this, Lugal. I’ve never had anybody play with my butt before. It’s kind of…strange.”

  “I am pleased and privileged to be the first to introduce you to this erotic delight, little one.” The tip of his finger slipped inside her hole. Moaning, Samantha squeezed her ass muscles tight in response. “A mere command from you is all that is needed to stop me, Samantha. Remember that. But I am hoping that you will not deprive us from this pleasurable new form of play. It can be quite agreeable, I assure you.”

  She was definitely getting that idea. Aware of a fine sheen of perspiration breaking out all over her skin, she felt hot and cold and edgy and impatient. And so fucking on the brink she could barely stand it. “I don’t want you to stop, Lugal, but, oh Lord, I really need to come.”

  “Soon.” His finger slipped in further, pushing against the barrier muscle. “Your little hole is so tight. My cock trembles in anticipation of burying itself in this taut new territory.”

  “Are you going to do that?”

  “Not fully, little one. Not yet. But, yes, I will take you this way with great pleasure very soon. Firm, hard, swift. In the interim, I will prepare your virgin anal passage to accept the full length of my cock.”

  He dragged a couple of pillows from the head of her bed, pausing to kiss her on the temple, cheek and shoulder, nipping her there, before dragging the pillows to her hips. Lifting her, he stuffed them beneath her belly. A moment later she felt Lugal apply more lube, massaging it in and around her hole. His finger sank deeper, wiggling back and forth, stretching her rectum, before withdrawing.

  The next thing she felt there was definitely bigger than a finger.

  As he molded her ass with his hands, Lugal’s sheathed length slid between the cheeks, nestling into the crack and making her muscles clench and tremble with anticipation.

  “Ahhh, so beautiful. I
wish you could see my purple-cloaked cock wedged between the milky white globes of your plump ass, Samantha. I can feel the uneasy trembling of your soft flesh as I press against your little pink pucker.” His fingers sank into her cheeks, kneading the flesh and she felt him place a tender kiss at the base of her spine.

  “Try to loosen your muscles as I penetrate you. It will feel unusual at first and there may be some discomfort. Let me know if it is too much for you and I will stop.” Before Samantha could answer, the tip of Lugal’s cock stretched her open, filling the entryway of her ass.

  She gasped then moaned at the curious sensation as his thick cock penetrated the first taut ring of her anus. Her sphincter spasmed against the intrusion, eliciting a protracted groan from both her and Lugal.

  He squeezed her ass cheeks. “Gods, you feel incredible. How I ache to feel myself fully buried deep in your snug, hot depths.”

  Samantha swallowed hard, exhausted from the need to climax. “Give me more. I want more, Lugal.”

  He slid a fraction deeper. “That is enough for now. Your canal must be prepared first to avoid injury.”

  She whimpered when she felt Lugal’s fingers at her pussy and nearly screamed like a wild animal when he touched her tortured clit. “Please, Lugal…please…”

  His cock still just inside her ass, he thrust his fingers into her cunt, robbing Samantha of her breath. The sampling of double penetration made her impatient for more. Oh yes, she was going to like anal sex. If she didn’t die from lack-of-orgasm-stress beforehand.

  “Samantha.”

  “Yes?”

  “You will come for me now.” It felt like he shoved his whole fist up her cunt as his cock claimed another small percentage of her ass.

  The undulating waves, the bone-deep vibrations, the robust throbs that gripped her would have terrified the hell out of Samantha if she wasn’t so entangled in ecstasy. She heard herself cry out. In fact, she screamed. Her restrained body bucked and shuddered as the most supreme soreness imaginable assailed her.

  Her screams were so thunderous they nearly drowned out Lugal’s primal roar as he came a moment later. Never. Never before in her existence had Samantha experienced anything as raw, wild and mind-bending as the orgasm that continued to assault her. Just when she thought the quakes and quivers were finished, they grew stronger.

  It finally dawned on her that Lugal was manipulating the clit clamp. The wicked man was killing her with pleasure. “Oh, you have to stop,” she warned, her voice breathless and quivery. “I can’t stop coming, Lugal. I-I think I’m dying from a severe attack of postponed pleasure.”

  “Can you think of a better way to die, my sweet? I cannot.” He slipped out of her ass, disposing of his purple condom.

  “Yeah, but we’ve got six more months of this. I’ll never make it at this rate. Every time we make love it gets worse,” she said, unable to keep from laughing, even while her body still trembled with riotous aftershocks. “I swear, Lugal, you bring me closer and closer to the hereafter with each hard-hitting orgasm.”

  “Just be thankful I restrained myself from fully thrusting into the tight, hot depths of your sweet ass. I deserve a commendation for holding back.” He unfastened her ankles from the bedposts and she groaned as her lower body sank flat against the mattress.

  “You used the term make love. Is this the same meaning as fuck?” he asked as he freed her wrists from their cuffs, smoothing her skin with his fingers.

  “Yes, except it’s…” With her newfound feelings for Lugal so close to the surface, Samantha didn’t want to make a fool of herself by going into the perceived distinctions of making love versus fucking. Technically, it was the same thing, except for the wording. But to her, making love had a sweeter, more heart-involved connotation than the cruder fucking.

  Removing the pillows, Lugal turned her over so she was on her back, gazing up into his eyes. She watched as he removed the nipple clips, which had kept her nipples in a state of rapturous sensitivity. He kissed each liberated peak, then laved the sore buds with his warm, wet tongue.

  “Except what, little one?” Now he was at her pussy, removing the clit clamp. Once he’d taken that off, he kissed her ultra-sensitive clitoris too, finishing with a gentle lick.

  “Oh…nothing…basically, it’s just another way of saying that you’re having sex,” Samantha answered simply as he enveloped her in his arms.

  “Making love to you makes my heart soar, Samantha.” He gazed down at her, his expression serious. Then he kissed her as if he’d never get the chance again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The sound of birds chirping outside her window woke Samantha the next morning. She lay on her side, snuggled against Lugal’s chest, her head resting on his arm. He was flat on his back, one hand on his belly and his other arm wrapped around her, holding her close. The steady rise and fall of his broad chest, even pattern of his breathing and rhythmic beat of his heart lulled her into a state of supreme contentment.

  She couldn’t imagine a more ideal way to wake up on a Sunday morning. Or any other morning. It was the closest she’d get to heaven while still alive.

  Not wanting to disturb him, or the sweet perfection of the moment, Samantha didn’t move a muscle, except for curling her lips into a smile of gratitude.

  “You are awake,” Lugal said, his eyes still closed.

  “How did you know?” She smoothed her fingers over his pecs.

  “I heard the change in your breathing.”

  “Wow. You’re very observant.”

  “It is from years of training and preparation for battle.” He opened his eyes and gazed at her, smiling. “Waking up with you at my side would make it difficult, indeed, to leave for battle.”

  She clutched him tight. “I’d never let you go.”

  They lay still like that together for a long while, as she stroked his chest and he caressed her arm from shoulder to fingertips. She easily pictured them together as a couple, as lovers…perhaps man and wife, all those centuries ago, wondering if he was picturing them the same way.

  “You will teach me to make coffee,” he said, breaking the silence. “After which you will prepare real food for our breakfast.”

  “Aye aye, sir,” Samantha said, chuckling as she lifted her hand to salute. Apparently, Lugal’s thoughts were on sustenance rather than romance.

  “We will have no twigs or chaff to eat,” he further decreed. “And no mock cream or bitter sweetener in our coffee.”

  “Your wish is my command, oh great one.”

  Lugal rolled onto his side, facing Samantha. Elbow bent, he propped his head in his hand and looked down at her. He studied her for a moment before gifting her with one of his charming smiles. “You are teasing me.”

  “I can’t help it.” She mirrored his position, smiling back at him. “You make it so hard to resist.”

  “You are hard to resist,” he said, with a devilish gleam in his eye. Grabbing her, he pulled her atop him, seating her over his bold erection in one slick, smooth move. She slid down his length, closed her eyes and moaned her delight.

  Breakfast was clearly going to be delayed.

  An hour later they’d both cleaned up and dressed. Lugal wore one of the new black T-shirts she’d bought him, over a pair of black jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and exceedingly fine ass. One glance and she was turned on.

  At his insistence, Samantha wore a pair of her new, figure-hugging jeans. Lugal seemed fascinated, watching and grabbing her ass and crotch at the most surprising times, like when she was in the middle of grinding coffee and he caught her from behind. The lid flew off the hand-held grinder, spewing coffee grounds all over the kitchen.

  The vacuum cleaner held Lugal mesmerized as it sucked up the grounds. He insisted on operating the appliance, testing the hose on all manner of things, including her thin, vee-neck sweater, the kitchen curtains and the roll of paper towels, as well as the stack of mail on the kitchen counter.

  Once she finally got him to r
elinquish the vacuum, promising to let him examine it further later on, Samantha showed Lugal the particulars of making a good, robust cup of coffee. He wanted her to explain what every damn little doohickey on the coffeemaker was, disappointed when she admitted she had no idea where the instruction manual was. He wanted to learn every aspect of this modern marvel, how it was made and put together as well as how it operated.

  Lugal was so puffed with pride as he served them steaming cups of coffee, he reminded her of a rocket scientist who’d just discovered some previously undetected law of the universe.

  As he wolfed down his eggs, bacon and buttered toast, Samantha said, “I have a very special treat in store for you after breakfast.”

  An expectant gleam in his eye, he paused, fork in midair. “Hot sex?” He grinned. “I will eat faster.”

  She laughed, thrilled to her toes that he’d had that reaction. “You are positively insatiable, Lugal.”

  “I can’t help it,” he told her. “You make it so hard to resist.” He winked. It was just what she’d said to him earlier when he asked if she was teasing him.

  “Sex later. First, you get introduced to TV. And after that, the computer. It’s going to be a day filled with so much new technology, it’ll make your head spin.”

  Lugal frowned, slanting her a cagey look. “You speak symbolically, I hope. I like my head just as it is.”

  “Don’t worry,” she chuckled, “we won’t be recreating any scenes from The Exorcist.”

  “Exorcism?” Now Lugal looked mildly alarmed. “There are demons in this thing called TV?”

  “Well, some critics think so.” Oh, she was evil. She really shouldn’t take advantage of Lugal’s lack of knowledge about modern technology and tease him so much.

  “We will be entering the demon realm?” Lugal sat straight, looking edgy and ready to pounce. “I must get my saber.” He scooted his chair back from the table.

  “Whoa! Hold it, Master of Destruction. You’re not going to need that damn gigantic sword of yours.” She gave him a wicked smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from harm.”

  One of his eyebrows arched while the other rode low, in a wary expression. Crossing his arms over his chest, he sat back in his chair. “Again you taunt me with your humor, eh?”