Wish Me Up, Rub Me Down [A Desires of the Lamp Tale]

by Melinda Barron

  She wondered what they had planned for tonight, her first “official” wish. She hoped it included intercourse, because heavens above she needed it. They'd played with her body for a week, bringing her to orgasm over and over, but never allowing her to do the same for them. They hadn't penetrated her, saying they were waiting for just the right moment, just the right time.

  Each night she went to sleep snuggled between them, and each morning she woke with their arms wrapped around her, their kisses gentle on her body, her lips. They made her feel cherished and needed, wanted and loved.

  She sighed. “Three more weeks.” How am I ever going to be able to give them up when my wishes have been fulfilled?

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  Chapter Six

  Anya's muscles ached. Annette had been particularly demanding tonight, telling Anya that she was a natural dancer, and needed to recognize that. She'd watched her warm up, and then stood next to her during the whole class while she practiced the snake movements, rolling her hips and moving her chest.

  The movements were sensual, and always made her feel very, very sexy. She was more than happy that Heather had talked her into taking the class. For her dance fantasy she wanted to use the movements she'd learned, even though belly dancing wasn't done as stripping.

  As she walked home, she wondered what her two friends had planned for tonight. Of course she should know, since all the fantasies were pulled from her mind. She thought about what she'd wished for, and doubt ran through her, wondering exactly why she'd thought of those things when Anuis had probed her mind. Realization hit like a ton of bricks and she stopped to sit on a bus bench.

  They all had to do with Nicholas. There were all things she'd wanted to try, or things he'd mentioned to her and then discarded because of her weight. A friend of his was a swinger, and Nicholas had wanted to attend a party. But he was afraid of what the friend would say when he brought Anya.

  She'd wanted to learn belly dancing. He'd told her that no man wanted to see a fat dancer. She'd wanted to be spanked, to be dominated for a night. He'd told her that dominants would not put up with a woman of her size, so why should he?

  He'd wanted to invite a friend to join them; then told her that none of his friends thought her attractive enough.

  Tears formed in her eyes as she sat. If Anuis and Makin knew her fantasies, they knew the reasoning behind them, too. The idea that the two handsome Djinn had seen her humiliation at the hands of Nicholas made her shudder. Tonight was their first “official” night together. And now, at the realization she was trying to live out the things she'd wanted to do with Nicholas, she wasn't sure if it was something she wanted to go through with.

  What if, once they'd started, they decided Nicholas was right? What if they already had? What if they were only doing these things because they had to?

  She sat back on the bench, jumping when Makin appeared next to her. “Why are you sitting here, doubting yourself?"

  "Listen, I think we should—"

  "And I think you need to come and play. Get up. Now."

  "Makin, I don't think—"

  "As you shouldn't. Tonight is not for thinking. Tonight is for pleasure."

  He snapped his fingers and they were in the foyer of her brownstone. His smile was seductive and made her quiver.

  "Strip."

  "The lights. They've always been lowered."

  "You will not question me. You've been a bad girl, and bad girls get punished. I said strip. The lights are as I want them to be.” The timbre of his voice made her shudder. She'd always dreamed of submitting to a strong, take-charge man.

  She put down her briefcase and the bag that held her dancing outfit, and then turned to him.

  "I would like candlelight, please."

  He snapped his fingers and the jeans he had been wearing changed into the soft linen pants he'd worn the first time she'd seen him. “Not tonight. Step outside of your comfort area. Do you not trust me? Trust us?"

  His words hit her like a ton of bricks. In the week they'd been coming to her she'd learned to trust them more than she'd trusted Nicholas the whole time they'd been dating.

  "Of course I do."

  "Then do as I say, naughty, naughty girl. Or face the penalty."

  His smile made her quiver, and she lifted trembling fingers to the buttons of her blouse. This was what she wanted. This was what she'd fantasized about. And yet, now that it was here, she was scared to death. Especially when she realized why she wanted it. Was she trying to prove something to herself, or Nicholas?

  She lifted her gaze to Makin, who watched her with his beautiful eyes. She dropped her blouse to the floor and slipped out of her skirt, leaving only her bra and panties. She'd refused to put her pantyhose back on after dancing class.

  "Remove the rest.” His voice was deep with desire.

  Part of her wanted to argue, but the part that wanted to feel him, feel Anuis, inside her, won out. She dropped the intimate clothing to the floor, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around herself and hide the flab that she so detested.

  "Follow me.” He led her up the short steps that ran between the entryway of her brownstone and the first floor. She stopped and gasped as she entered. She'd been expecting something different, but not this.

  All her furniture was gone. Long strips of colorful material draped down from the ceiling. Her padded carpeting had been replaced with soft fur. In one corner sat a large mound of pillows. Sitting in front of that mound was a large wooden chair with arms.

  He walked to the chair and turned to her.

  "Sit."

  She moved to him quickly. The chair was huge, swallowing her body.

  "Now, tonight you will be punished for arguing with me about the lights, and for disrespecting your body."

  "Makin, I..."

  "Put a leg over each arm, then drape your arms over your shoulders, grasping the back."

  Anya swallowed down panic. If she did as he asked she would be exposed, her breasts and vagina on display for him. The idea both titillated her and scared her half to death.

  She swallowed hard and followed his instructions. Her breasts were proudly displayed, and the dark triangle between her legs glistened with her desire.

  Makin stared at her, and when he clasped his hands behind his back and circled the chair, she held her breath. He needed to say something—anything—that would ease her nerves. He stayed behind her and she stared at the seductive scene in front of her.

  "You look so very beautiful. But now, we are going to remove the patch of hair between your thighs. Denuding your pelvic area will increase the sensations you will when we take you."

  She sucked in a breath as Makin floated by her, resting on his stomach. He turned to his side and floated back. A standing ewer of water appeared with a wave of his hand. Then, floating in mid-air, was a square stone slab. Resting on it was a marble bowl of shaving cream with a marble-handled brush and a straight-edged razor with a red handle. Sitting next to the razor was a strop.

  "Um, I don't know if..."

  "You don't have to. Stay in position."

  Makin floated backward, and Anuis appeared. He had the razor and strop in his hand, sharpening the blade by running it across the strop.

  "Bring your body forward little one, so that your behind is level with the edge of the chair.

  Anya did as he asked, feeling even more exposed, more vulnerable than she had just seconds ago. She closed her eyes, then popped them open again and gasped as the chair floated upwards.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Bringing you up to my level,” Anuis said. “I don't wish to kneel to perform my task."

  The chair floated in front of him, and Anya's stomach felt much as it did when she rode a roller coaster.

  "What if the chair moves?” Her voice trembled as her feet kicked out and met with nothing but air.

  "The chair will only move when you do. Sit still, little one, as Makin instructed you. I will give you a few mome
nts to calm your nerves."

  A few moments? Anya felt as if she would need a few months. She took several deep breaths, aware that Makin had floated nearby so he could watch. She tried not to think about her body being so exposed for both of them to see.

  She licked her lips and nodded. There was no time like the present, as the old saying went. Anuis placed the razor and strop on the marble slab, taking up the bowl of cream.

  The bristles tickled as they spread the gel over her mons. She was glad that she already kept herself trimmed. She'd never tried this before, although she heard that it increased stimulation. She knew both of her Djinn were bare, but didn't dare ask them about it now. She would wait until later, when submission night was over

  The thought almost made her laugh. When Anuis slid the razor down the center of her mound, she closed her eyes, concentrating on remaining still instead of moaning, and possibly moving, under his attentions.

  He was quick and efficient at his task, the steel moving over her softness, the cream moving along its patch. It took little time for him to completely remove her pubic hair. When it was done, a wet cloth appeared on the slab and he used it wash away the remains of the lotion.

  She moaned softly, more than happy with herself and her ability to stay still, despite her desire to cover herself.

  "Very good,” Makin said. “And very beautiful."

  She shivered when a cool gel spread across her warm flesh.

  "'Twill sooth any burn,” Anuis said. “And it will prevent any discomfort later."

  When he was done, he stepped back and nodded at Makin. “She is ready for us."

  "So I see.” Makin's voice sent shivers down her spine. The chair floated down to the ground, but Anya stayed in place.

  "Now, you naughty girl. It is time to be spanked.” Makin stood next to Anuis, and then they both moved to reveal a new addition to the room. It was a bench, with a very small padded area in the middle. Four padded limbs surrounding it were in place to hold her arms and legs.

  "Place your beautiful quim on the center, then lie down on it so your limbs are on the arms and legs of the bench."

  "Right,” Anya said with a snort. “That tiny piece of furniture is supposed to hold me up? I think we should..."

  "And I think you should obey before your punishment increases,” Anuis said.

  "Um, I don't know. I..."

  Makin held out his hand and a small, round paddle appeared in it. “It's made of leather. Do you like it?"

  Anuis did the same thing and Anya gulped loudly.

  "Mount the chair,” Anuis said. “Right now."

  Anya moved to it, throwing her leg over the center. It rested right on her now bald mons. She gently grasped the top of the bench and brought her own legs up to rest on the padded legs of the chair.

  "Rest on your forearms, so that your body is level with the middle beam.” She followed Makin's instructions, her heart going into overdrive. “Very good. Now stretch your fingers out and grasp the edges of the arms."

  When he caressed her bottom with the cool leather, she moaned nervously.

  "Relax, little pet. Take several deep breaths and relax."

  Anya did as he said, but she still felt off-center, and more than a little nervous. She'd just started to calm down a little when ropes began wrapping themselves around her arms and legs. Before she had time to argue, she was firmly secured to the bench.

  "Very nice,” Anuis said with a laugh. “She looks good enough to eat."

  "Maybe later,” Makin said. “Right now, she will be punished for making us wait."

  Anya gasped as the leather paddles caressed her rear, one on each side.

  "Bad, bad girl.” Anuis laughed softly, then swatted her left cheek. Seconds later Makin swatted her other cheek. They set up a lazy pace, alternating swats between them as Anya shivered in delight.

  The leather stung against her bottom, but not so hard that she wanted it to stop. The erotic sensations were almost overwhelming. She felt wicked and naughty, like she'd fantasized. The swats warmed her backside, the tension and pleasure spreading throughout her body. She rolled her hips, her clit rubbing on the leather bench under her.

  "That's it, little one,” Makin said. “Increase the pressure, enjoy the sensations."

  The intensity of the swats increased and Anya bucked into the bench. The ropes around her arms and legs kept her in place, and the sharp waves of pressure running through her body made her body tingle. Sharp prickles of pleasure warmed her as she moved.

  Her two Djinn slowed their ministrations, almost teasing her now, dropping the paddles against her bottom and rubbing it gently.

  "Such a nasty little girl,” Makin said. “Look at her red bottom, and the way she moves, as if she's enjoying her punishment."

  "It's beautiful,” Anuis replied. “I love the ropes around her body. Think of the way she will look with the rope impressions on her beautiful skin. I want her first."

  "Never. You will watch, and then you can take her. I will have her first."

  Anya moaned as they continued to argue. She'd never had men argue over here before. It was exhilarating to hear them say them both say they wanted her first. It made her feel alive, desirable.

  It was a feeling so alien that it overwhelmed her. Tears filled her eyes and she thought her heart would beat out of her chest. Her movements stopped, and the paddling stopped along with it.

  Her two lovers rubbed the leather against her bottom.

  "Move your hips, little one.” Anuis rubbed the small of her back, then smacked her bottom with his bare hand. “You must climax for us before we take you, and both of us are dying to be inside you."

  His words washed over her. She'd never felt this way before. Even in the week leading up to this there had been a part of her that thought it was a fantasy; that she had made the two of them up. Her experiences thus far had been pleasurable, but they didn't compare to the feelings flowing through her at this moment.

  They slapped her behind with their hands, harder and harder as she began to rock on the bench again. The feelings built inside her. Gone were her wishes for low light. Gone were her ideas that she wasn't desirable. This was how an erotic spanking should feel. This was the most incredible thing she'd ever experienced in her life.

  When they both slapped her behind at the same time, pushing her forward on the bench and sending her clit harder into the leather, she came, screaming out her release as they continued to spank her, harder and harder.

  "Yes, that's it sweet one. I can feel it. Come again for us, come again.” Makin stroked her back with his free hand as the spanking continued.

  Anuis did the same thing and Anya came again, her hips lifting and dropping onto the bench as she screamed out her release.

  When it was over, she blinked her eyes in confusion. She was no longer on the bench, the ropes no longer held her in place. Instead she lay in the middle of the pillows, Makin on one side, Anuis on the other. Their hands were caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she slowly came back to reality. When she sighed in pleasure, they dropped their heads to her chest, each one taking a nipple into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth until she groaned.

  "Too much, too much."

  "Too much what?” Anuis lifted his head, a huge grin on his face.

  "Too much sensation."

  "Nonsense,” Makin said. “No such thing. Are you ready for me, sweet one?"

  "Oh yes, more than ready."

  Anuis gently massaged her thighs and she spread them. When Makin centered himself between them she threw her arms above her head and said, “fuck me, oh, please, fuck me."

  She'd never said anything like that in her life. Nicholas would have told her it was nasty, that it wasn't ladylike to say such things, even while having sex. But with Makin and Anuis it felt right. It was deliciously nasty, deliciously perfect.

  "With pleasure,” Makin replied. He pushed her legs wider, settling himself at her opening. During the previous week, they'
d allowed her to touch them with her hands, but with nothing else.

  Now she wanted to touch them, to feel them everywhere in her body. She turned her eyes to Anuis, who knelt near her side. Her hand sought his cock, closing around him as Makin's hard flesh slipped into her tightness.

  "Yes,” she said as she pumped Anuis. “Harder. Harder. Oh, please."

  Makin pushed in more as Anuis placed a pillow under her neck, then offered her his cock. Her mouth swallowed him greedily as her pussy swallowed Makin. The two of them groaned in unison as they began to move, pumping in and out of her pussy and mouth.

  She sucked Anuis in deeper, just as she wrapped her legs around Makin's hips. She'd never been so full, never felt so wanted.

  Makin rode her harder, the tip of his cock grazing her womb as she moved with him. Anuis was careful not to thrust too hard, giving her just enough of his cock to give them both extreme pleasure. She tongued the tip of his slit, flicking her tongue back and forth before sucking him in deeper and deeper.

  "Will you accept my gift, beautiful Anya?” Anuis’ voice sounded far away, his pleasure evident.

  She pulled back and wrapped her hand around him, moving her saliva over his thick rod. “Yes.” She didn't even have to think about it. She'd never done it before, but for what she was feeling right now, there was no way she would turn it down.

  He leaned over and kissed her, his mouth plundering her own, his tongue grazing over her teeth, her lips. Then he straightened and offered himself to her again. She sucked him in deeply, feeling his cock swell.

  She moved her hands around and tickled his balls, which were tight and full. His hand stroked her hair and seconds later, he groaned, his warm seed hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed hungrily, her mouth tightening as if to beg him for more.

  Makin pumped her as Anuis emptied himself into her. When Anuis pulled back, she licked him clean, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as his fingers dipped to her clit.