Myra Nour - As You Wish (Ellora's Cave)

by james

  Normal? Nick groaned. He was an idiot. Once again he worded his wish in a way that Amira could twist it. He’d asked her for a woman who was crazy about him.

  Suddenly the movie Coming to America popped in his head. Eddie Murphy as the prince had hated having a woman shoved onto him who only wanted to do what he wanted her to do. That’s how he felt right now.

  This was the worse case of “too much of a good thing” he had ever experienced. He bet Amira was lounging in her lamp laughing her ass off at him.

  Nick stared at Jen, who was popping bread in the toaster. He was pissed off—at Amira for her trickery, and Jen for sucking him dry. Her small, tight ass jiggled as she moved around. His cock responded and Nick touched his hard flesh. He had a little bit more to give.

  Striding quickly into the kitchen, he grabbed Jen by the arms, drew her toward the dining table, and flipped her around. Shoving the salt and pepper shakers toward the end of the table, he pushed the surprised woman belly down on the cool surface. It was a perfect height for fucking.

  With no words, he rammed into her pussy. She was moist and his passage was easy.

  “Oh, Nick. I thought you wanted to eat?” Her breathing was heavy, her tone excited.

  “I changed my mind. Now open up that cunt wide for me,” he ordered.

  Jen moaned and spread her legs wider, pushing her ass up more. He plunged into her with hard, long strokes. She was tight, hot and slick.

  He slapped one round cheek, enjoying watching her flesh spring back up. Again, he slapped her, a tad harder.

  “Mmm,” she groaned, wiggling her hips.

  Her pussy clamped tight around his cock as her excitement built.

  Nick whacked her ass repeatedly, ramming into her hot pussy each time after he slapped her.

  He leaned over, spreading her arms above her head and fucked her deeply as he held her wrists.

  Jen whimpered, flinging her head from side to side, and shoving her ass toward him.

  “Deeper,” she panted.

  Nick didn’t know how much deeper he could go without puncturing something, but he complied, thrusting into her savagely, throwing his whole body weight behind his strokes.

  She screamed with pleasure as his cock hit her cervix.

  “You want to be fucked?” Nick felt brutal, like he wanted to tear her soft tissues to pieces.

  “Yes,” she screamed, undulating her abdomen.

  Her pussy stroked his cock inside her hot walls. It felt so good, but he was not even close to coming. He continued to fuck her for a long time, not changing position as he normally would have done. Nick had no desire to look into her face, he only wanted to fuck her cunt.

  Jen continued to writhe, moan and occasionally scream beneath his wild thrusts. He knew he was good, but not that good. It was Amira’s play on his words. The woman twisting beneath him couldn’t help herself—she was turned on by everything he did. For some reason, that thought angered him even more.

  “What do you want, bitch?” Nick growled at her.

  “For you to fuck me, Master.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  He was stunned for a few seconds, but then realized she was simply playing the submission game. He’d set the tone by spanking her, pinning her arms, and talking crudely.

  He plunged into her slick flesh in one long stroke. “What am I?”

  “My Master.”

  “You’re damn right.”

  It helped his arousal, this illusion of mastery. His cock throbbed. Closing his eyes, Nick concentrated. Amira’s round, full ass appeared in his mind. He groaned aloud as he fucked her deep, sinking into the hot flesh beneath him.

  “You feel so good,” he moaned, gripping her hips and pulling her toward him.

  A whimper erupted from the woman. Nick’s blood boiled, he was on fire. His balls hurt, felt full as if he hadn’t fucked in a week.

  “I’m coming,” he said hoarsely. In his mind Amira moaned in reaction to his statement, her hot pussy massaging him as he climaxed.

  He fell on top of the soft body, holding his weight off her. His sperm shot into her slick flesh in bursts as he gently pumped his hips.

  Afterward, Nick disentangled himself from Jen. They both jumped in the shower for a quick rinse off. Jen looked at him hungrily, but didn’t go down on her knees. She looked sated, for the moment. She offered to soap his back and he accepted gratefully. Her massage felt wonderful.

  They both attacked the cold breakfast with gusto. Nick put an action movie in the DVD and managed to get through most of it before Jen touched his cock. He stared at her gamine face as it descended toward his half-hard cock. Neither she nor his cock seemed to have much sense. Enough was enough.

  Clapping his hands twice, he shouted, “Amira.”

  He’d never been so happy to see a woman disappear from his life as the petite Jen. Whether he was glad to see his genie or not, he couldn’t say.

  “You fooled me again.”

  “How so?” Amira’s face was expressionless.

  “You know how.” His voice came out angrier than he felt. “That woman sucked me until I felt like a used noodle.”

  “What a pleasant description.” Those amber eyes twinkled.

  “Quit laughing at me, genie.” Nick was having a difficult time keeping a straight face.

  “It was you who desired a woman who was crazy about you,” she stated firmly. “Do you have a new wish?” She changed the subject mid-stream.

  “No. The weekend’s almost over.” He started toward his desk. “You can stay or go, it’s your choice.”

  He didn’t have to glance back to see she’d disappeared. He’d learned very quickly to recognize the slight tremor of power in the air just before Amira appeared, or just after she left.

  Nick was still aggravated at her latest escapade, so felt some satisfaction that she’d chosen to hang out in her lamp.

  It was difficult to concentrate on his work, but he managed. Work that could wait until tomorrow, but he wanted to start it tonight. He had a new client with complications due to many children, several ex-wives, and a slew of grandchildren.

  The next few days, he stayed late at the office, straightening out the client’s problems, and avoiding Amira. He could have saved his energy as far as his genie went. She never popped out of her lamp, nor did he discover her lounging on the couch.

  By Thursday, Nick had lost his frustration with Amira’s tricks and laughed at the humor of it instead. Also, he missed her charming presence, and he felt guilty.

  Chapter Twenty

  Amira decided to stay in her home until Nick called her again. He was really peeved at her, so she’d allow him some time to cool off. A flush of guilt washed through her. She really had pulled a good one on him this time.

  She’d watched much of the sexual activities going on. Jen had taken Nick’s cock into her mouth, as she desired to do. Of course the woman had acted overzealous, thanks to the magic instilled in the wish.

  She giggled. Really, it’d been too much even for the stallion Nick.

  Amira had learned one important thing. Her Master didn’t seem to know what he really wanted, although through the fulfillment of each wish, he seemed to be getting closer to the truth.

  Nick wanted gorgeous women to screw. But would he be satisfied with just one? He wanted someone with intelligence, but not so brainy he would feel stupid in comparison, like with Marty. Neither did he want a woman who couldn’t discuss things he was interested in. Hadn’t he had some cozy conversations with her about the international economy, politics, and antiques? Very diverse subjects, but ones he was enthused about, and so was she. Her Master seemed surprised and pleased when he found out how much she did know about the subjects.

  Was there even the remotest chance Nick would realize she might be the woman for him? She sighed. By Hadji’s eyes, she truly doubted it. Nick had everything in his world set up the way he liked it. What could possibly make him wish to change it?

  Love.

>   A tear slid down Amira’s cheek. She knew now that she loved her Master. It seemed to be foreordained by his being a twin in looks to her beloved Omar. She had tried her best to deny her attraction, to place distasteful qualities on Nick, and to distance herself further. Nothing worked.

  Even her tricks backfired. Nick came out looking better in each instance. He wished for a harem, but realized overindulgence was ridiculous. He wanted a particular woman in Victoria’s Secret, but was not satisfied with her due to her personality. Then he wished for a woman to be crazy about him. Many men would have been happy, Amira thought, with a woman who couldn’t get enough of them. But not Nick. His dissatisfaction didn’t seem to be just with the rabid way in which Jen approached sex and pleasing him. Maybe he saw something deeper that was missing?

  Amira laughed. She was being silly, a dreamer. Surely she was attributing qualities to her Master he didn’t possess. Maybe he simply wanted to be more in control.

  So, she chose to seek solace in her home. Nick would probably have said she was hiding in her lamp. She glanced through the window occasionally. Her Master came in late, then spent hours working at his desk. He would have no time for her, even if she wished to be in his apartment.

  Distance was good for them both. Nick needed to concentrate on his work and she needed to get control over her growing feelings. The last time, when he’d been with Jen, it had been the most difficult. She wanted to be in the woman’s place so badly. The sex was overpowering and Amira brought herself to release more than once as she watched.

  But in the end, it was a fruitless pursuit, observing the two. It only deepened her sorrow. Never before, had she found it so difficult to stay within her role as djinn. She wanted to be with Nick always, to be the woman he turned to with love shining from his dark eyes.

  Amira jumped when her Master’s voice called her. It was Friday, not the weekend yet. A little early for a sexual wish. Perhaps he wanted some company? She shook her head at herself even as her body materialized in front of him.

  “Master, do you have a wish?”

  “No.” He smiled, his teeth making a sexy contrast to his tanned skin. “It’s a holiday and I’m off for three days.”

  Amira was confused. He had a long weekend and didn’t desire a wish?

  Nick walked over to her and picked up her hand. “I thought we could spend the time together. I missed you this week.”

  Her throat was dry and her heartbeat was hammering like mad.

  “Do you want to keep me company?” His voice was hesitant.

  Oh Hadji. Her stunned silence had made Nick question her interest level. If only he knew.

  “Master, I would love to keep you company.”

  “I know you like to use proper etiquette when a wish is imminent,” he grinned, “but can we dispense with the Master for the next three days?”

  She blushed. “As you wish.”

  Nick laughed, and then swung their joined hands all the way to his face. He kissed the back of her hand swiftly, then released it.

  “You hungry?” He had started for the kitchen.

  “A little bit.”

  “Great. I thought I’d grill burgers. By the time they’re done, you should be hungry.”

  Amira followed Nick into the kitchen, and then watched as he made the hamburgers. Nick had waved away her offer of help.

  He glanced up from shaping a patty. “Why don’t you change into something more comfortable?”

  Amira nodded. Her harem clothes were quite comfy, but she knew Nick considered jeans and T-shirts the best for lounging around. She examined what he wore.

  The T-shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest, while the beige shorts showed off his brawny thighs exquisitely.

  With a wave, Amira changed into jean shorts and an off the shoulder white Mexican style top that stopped below her breasts.

  “You look beautiful,” Nick smiled at her.

  He waved at her to follow as he walked onto the balcony. It was the first time she’d been outside his apartment. The balcony was rather small, about ten by five feet, but big enough for the two of them to enjoy. A round barbeque sat in one corner.

  The Texas heat hit her in waves. Amira flung her head backward, letting the rays wash over her. She sighed happily. It reminded her of home. After a minute, she leaned over the railing, gazing at the city below. Houston was a busy place, with many cars, roads, and impressive buildings.

  It was exciting to watch all the activity. She heard the burgers sizzling on the grill, then Nick strolled to lean beside her.

  “Something, isn’t it?”

  She nodded. “Man’s modern cities are huge.” She breathed deeply of the heavy, moisture-laden air. “What I wouldn’t give to see endless sand dunes though.”

  “Has it been a long time since you were home?”

  “Yes,” she hesitated in thought. “I’ve been in America since the turn of the last century. Before that, my Masters ranged the length of Europe.”

  “How exciting.”

  “Not really.” She gave a sour smile to no one but the empty air. “Remember, I cannot go outside my Masters’ domain.”

  “Oh, I’d forgotten.” He touched her shoulder briefly.

  She shrugged. “There were a few who took me with them on travels, but most were terrified someone would ferret out my secret, or stumble across my lamp. While they were gone, I was usually kept locked in a secure place.”

  Nick stared at her, but she looked at the city, not wishing to see the empathy in his eyes.

  “That must have been boring.”

  Finally, she turned and flicked him a quick gaze. Yes, his eyes were sympathetic. “It was, but I put myself in a sleep spell during those times.” She pointed, “I think your burgers are burning.”

  Nick walked quickly to the grill and flipped the meat. He seemed to sense she didn’t care for this topic. He knew when to prod and when to retreat.

  Switching subjects, he asked her what countries she’d lived in and her favorites. This was a pleasant topic, one she enjoyed sharing with him. They talked through the consumption of the hamburgers, and for hours afterward. He was truly interested in her travels, as he loved going on journeys himself.

  They had retired to the living room, continuing their discussion over cokes and popcorn. Amira was interested in hearing about the countries Nick had visited, as well as the different states within the United States. He had gone on tours, a fascinating invention of modern man. Through them, Nick got to really see many majestic buildings, including the ancient structures.

  She had lived through the time of the pyramids, but had never seen them. How she’d love to visit these places, ramble through the crumbling edifices, and see the people living as they’d done for hundreds of years.

  “You know,” Nick interrupted her thoughts. “I have a vacation coming up in a few months. I can take you with me.”

  “Would you?” A sheen of tears coated her eyes and she blinked fiercely to dispel them. “Where did you plan on traveling to?”

  He shrugged. “Hadn’t decided.” He eyed her. “Maybe I’ll let you choose.”

  Amira’s heart beat with joy. He would do that for her? The happiness radiating through her body was almost too much to handle. “Do you want to watch TV?” She grabbed the remote and flipped it on before he answered “Sure.”

  She could see Nick staring at her out of the corner of her eyes. He seemed perplexed. They spent the rest of the evening in comfortable companionship, laughing at old shows and talking endlessly.

  Amira slipped off to her lamp after Nick started yawning. He looked surprised and disappointed when she started dissolving. That was satisfying to her on one level, but disturbing on the other. Was he beginning to enjoy her visits as much as she did? Could this mean anything? She wasn’t sure. Her own confusion over her feelings, and doubts about Nick’s, led to a very restless sleep that night.

  The next morning she was awakened by her Master’s cheerful voice.
/>   “Wake up sleepyhead, we have a whole day in front of us.”

  It didn’t take long for Amira to shower and change. This time she decided to materialize in American attire. She blinked on a short white skirt with a red silky shirt. White sandals completed the outfit.

  Staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror, she thumped her chin. She needed something. Flipping a lock of hair from her chest, she had it. Her hair. Nick had stared at it yesterday and asked if she ever wore it any way but in a high ponytail. She did and had through the centuries. But when she first appeared to Nick, she came as the fantasy he held closest to his heart—that of the djinn in I Dream of Jeannie.

  With a wave, she let her hair down into one long braid down her back. She’d favored this style on many occasions. Perhaps Nick would like it also.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Nick had thoroughly enjoyed spending the day with his genie yesterday. He was glad he’d thought of it. She was delightful company and seemed as enthused about their time together as he was.

  Amira was surprisingly easy to talk to. She listened carefully, but was not hesitant in voicing her opinion. And that surprised him the most. She knew a lot about a variety of topics. He didn’t know how she kept so informed when she was locked up in that lamp so much, but she did. Then he remembered she had a television and access to books. He loved reading too, although he never seemed to have time anymore. What he wouldn’t give to get a look at the ancient texts she’d mentioned.

  When she appeared this morning, his breath was taken away. She was such a beauty. She looked like the all-American girl, only much more striking than most.

  “I love what you did with your hair.”

  Amira’s eyes dipped shyly and she played with the braid falling over her breast.

  “Here,” he waved toward the kitchen. “I have breakfast all ready.”

  “Oh,” she strolled in front of him. “It looks delicious.”

  Nick pulled out a bar stool for each of them. “I thought we could eat here.” He started loading his plate with pancakes, knowing Amira wouldn’t make a move until he did. That servant thing, he guessed.