The Assassin the Djinn and the Hundred Year Wish

by Price, Stella

  Marsh grabbed her arms and put them at an unnatural angle behind her back, then rode her, using them for leverage. “I said no touching, you fucking slut! Don’t make me beat you.” He growled and pumped into her furiously. “So wet for the guy you don’t even know. You don’t even know what I am, you dirty bitch, and you’re letting me taste your charms. I should brand you, but you’ll give it to me any time I want, won’t you? I won’t have to….”

  She whimpered and screamed, a sob escaping her lips. “Oh, fuck! Mmmm, yeah…please…” She wriggled in his grasp, opening her legs farther apart to let him deeper. “Please! Anything, just don’t stop…” she let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat.

  “Oh, I’m not stopping, not till I get what I want,” Your total submission. “I don’t stop till you’re a quivering pile of goo begging for me for all time, baby. Get ready for sexual slavery.”

  She bit her lip as she came violently for the third time, whimpering and sobbing, no longer able to move her body to meet him. She was forced to relax and accept the pounding he was giving her.

  “That’s it, slut, that’s it. Accept it, this body is mine now.” Marsh slapped her ass with the hand that had been holding her arms. Her body was spent; she was boneless and wasn’t going to do anything he didn’t want her to do. “God, you’re wet. You love this, don’t you? I asked you a fucking question!” he said harshly and pinched her clit.

  She groaned. “Oh fuck, yes! I fucking love this…you fucking me, giving me the pounding that I deserve. Using me like a good little fuck toy should be used.” Janey sobbed and shivered. He growled and pumped even faster, grasping her painfully and bruising her delicate caramel skin.

  She came again for him, screaming, “Fuck! Harder!”

  He smirked and growled, doing what she asked. As she screamed again, he chuckled. “Can’t take much more, can you? Beg me. Beg me to finish…”

  Janey moaned, and pushed back, clearly needing more. He took her higher, her body all but vibrating under him. Soon she was past need and feeling, and sobbed as she gripped the couch under her.

  “Please” she cried hoarsely. “Oh gods, please…”

  He laughed. “You call that begging? You can do better than that! Come on!” he roared as he redoubled his efforts, her body now slick with sweat and come.

  “Mmmm, please stop. I want to taste myself on your cock as you pound it deep into my throat,” she purred huskily.

  “A woman after my own heart.” He pulled out of her still sopping pussy and turned her roughly. She slid off the couch to the floor and went to her knees. She looked up and licked her lips seconds before he pushed his shaft between her lips. “You bite, I hit, remember that.”

  She glared heatedly up at him, gently raking her teeth over him to test the waters. Marsh didn’t waste any time. He pulled out of her and glared. He was hoping this didn’t have to end in that kind of violence. “Don’t push me, bitch.”

  She grinned and licked her lips, looking up at him with raw lust. “I just had to know,” she purred. “Fuck my mouth… please.”

  Marsh smirked. “Such a dirty bitch.” He grabbed her face and shoved himself into her mouth. He knew she was the kind of girl he liked, one who played right on the edge, who would walk a tightrope over the shark tank.

  “Ooh, you suck like a whore, too. That’s it…come on, Janey. Show me you can make me come.”

  Janey greedily sucked him, her hands massaging his balls as she took his hard length all the way down her throat. He growled and decided to forgo the nicety of informing her of his impending explosion, wanting her to be surprised. He came hard down the back of her throat, grunting, “That’s it, bitch take it.”

  She choked slightly before swallowing him down, still sucking him as he pulled out of her mouth and then zipped up. He looked at her now sprawled on the floor, her legs akimbo as she leaned back.

  “Not bad, Janey, now you see who is the boss.” He reached down and pinched her nipples through what was left of her shirt, then walked around the couch and sat down in the far chair.“Get cleaned up, we’ve got things to discuss.” The storm raged outside, but the intensity that had mounted through their little session was ebbing, much like his blood pressure. He was calm, to a point, and it seemed the weather, as well, would soon give up, moving south to the ocean. The rain was the dominating force outside now, the thunder and lightning sated. She sat, panting, and looked up at him defiantly.

  “Oh, we do, do we?”

  Marsh shook his head. Perhaps this one was going to be a bit harder to break, but that body of hers was already his. He could feel it growing hungry for him once more. “Indeed, pet, how are you feeling?”

  She smiled at him with her swollen cherry-red lips “Perfect,” she purred.

  He gave her a rather wolfish grin. “Then it seems I have not lost my touch. So, pet, perhaps we should get down to it then?”

  “Of course, anything you wish to mention is surely worth my attention. Especially since you went to such lengths to attract it.”

  He smirked at her play on words. “Well, pet, you just had sex with me, and as per the verbal arrangement, you’re mine now.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

  Marsh scoffed. “What, you thought I was just playing sex games? A man like me rarely plays.”

  Janey smiled. “Well, that is interesting. Please do disclose, just what exactly, is a man like you?”

  At least she wasn’t stupid. “Well, we could play a guessing game, love. But, as much fun as that would be for me, I assure you I’m no Rumpelstiltskin. Nor am I a Demon. I’m a Djinn.”

  She shrugged shaking her head at him. “Sorry, I must confess that I have no familiarity with your race at all. What exactly do you do?” She looked down at herself. “Other than me.”

  He sniggered. “I wouldn’t expect you to know anything about my race, pet. You’re not an historian or an archeologist, and we keep ourselves well hidden. As to what I do, well, I grant wishes. Three to be exact, for a price, of course.”

  “Wishes?” She sighed, something in her eyes sparking. “Okay, and I suppose that the price is always detrimental to the wisher’s health in some way or another?”

  “No, I think you’re thinking about those horrible Wes Craven movies. Really give Djinn some bad press,” he mused. “That bastard needs to quit hanging out in the back alley bars of Marrakech.” He sighed and shook his head. “Three wishes, one hundred years of sexual servitude, to me.” He stated the bargain plainly, knowing her body was already hooked on what he could do for her.

  “One hundred years? I take it that I won’t grow old or die, but what happens at the end of a hundred years?”

  “A number of things are possible, death, desertion, another bargain.” He purposefully didn’t mention that, given the right wish, she could join him in eternity. He wasn’t sure he wanted her around that long. With most women, one hundred years was more than enough.

  She considered his proposal as she tried to stand. She failed much to her visible annoyance. He watched as she rolled on her hip, then lifted herself to the couch and smoothed down her skirt, prim as you please. “Interesting. So, is this the business that we have or, is there something else you wish to discuss, Mister…?”

  He laughed. “Marsh, Nick Marsh.” His voice went down an octave. “So tell me, was I just good to you now, pet?”

  Her eyes darkened with lust as she cocked her head to the side. “Yes, you were very good to me.” She gently worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “But that doesn’t mean to say that you’ll always be so good. What assurances do I have that you won’t suddenly become a very harsh master?” She spoke the word harsh like a dirty word.

  He sneered at her. “Now pet, you like harsh. I know you do,” he said in a breathy voice, making his words tickle down her spine. “It doesn’t really matter, though. Our contract is already binding, so make your wishes, to coin a phrase.”

  She swallowed hard. “Do I have
to make them now?”

  “No, but you do have to make them by the next full moon.”

  She sat back, as if mentally counting the days. “Okay, that seems fair. I used to play this game when I was little, anyway. I don’t suppose I could ask for more wishes or an extra time limit?”

  He smiled. “You could, but that would just waste a wish.”

  “Okay, so I’ll be sure not to do that then. What would you wish for?”

  “Now that would be telling, pet, and I don’t tell.” He winked and sighed. There was no way he was going to tell her that he wanted someone with whom to share his long, long life. He knew that he’d get her as a companion regardless.

  “Well, that’s no fun at all. Okay, what would you wish for if you were me?”

  He wagged his finger at her and winked again. “Nope, that would also be telling.”

  She giggled and pouted slightly. “Fine, I’ll come up with them on my own.”

  “You think about it, pet. Meanwhile, shall we get on the problem Taylor has? Then maybe some dinner?”

  “Taylor?” she laughed caustically. “That explains his wish comment.” She muttered and looked at Marsh. “Son of a bitch.”

  “Well, he did call you and tell you I was coming, right?”

  She smiled. “In a matter of speaking. So assassins…”

  He shrugged and got off the couch. Grabbing a rocks glass, he poured a whiskey and turned to her. “He needs his interests in the east looked after, pet, and requires your organization’s expertise.”

  She shrugged and crossed her legs. “I’ve already told Sean Taylor personally that what he asks is almost impossible. And I’m not willing to bend over backwards for him.”

  He stalked closer to her. “But you are willing to bend over backwards for me, pet, aren’t you?” He sweetened his voice like spun sugar, and he licked his lips as he took stock of her perfect body sitting demurely on the couch across from him.

  She hesitated and said, “I suppose that could be arranged.”

  “So you’ll take care of Taylor’s little situation, and we’ll be able to get to know each other a little better.”

  “What makes you think I am going to do this? I already am bound to you for a century.”

  Marsh looked over his shoulder at her and lifted the corner of his mouth. “I can be a very harsh master if I don’t get what I want, Jane.”

  “You already said you were going to be good to me.”

  Marsh shrugged. “I’m capricious when the mood strikes me. Make the call and I can guarantee I won’t be when it comes to you.”

  It must have been something in his eyes when he looked at her, something to assure her that he wasn’t bluffing. She nodded once, then picked up her phone and barked some orders to the person on the other end of the line. “It’s done.” She said as she hung up the phone.

  “Perfect. Now how about dinner?”

  Janey had a few things to do before she went to dinner. She excused herself and went to her bathroom; she needed to get cleaned up. She also needed information. She turned on the shower and the sink taps to drown out any sound in case he was listening at the door.

  Taking her cell phone from her pocket she called her assistant, Kolo. He wasn’t really a secretary, but the man did have talents in finding dirt on a person. More importantly, she trusted him. She’d inherited the panther shifter when she took over the business, but they’d been friends for years before that. Her uncle Trent wasn’t the warmest of men, and it was because of Kolo that she knew anything about love and compassion. He had stepped up, becoming her surrogate father, confidante, and friend through her formative years, even if he was wasted on conversations about sex and her period. The mysterious shifter had proven himself very useful on several occasions, even if his eyes did hold a sadness that was better left alone.

  He answered on the second ring, his deep baritone voice coming over clear. “Hello?”

  “I need you to do something for me.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” He sighed. “The doctors and witches have been more than clear they can’t help you further. If you’d let me find an easily motivated Demon or even a vampire I could do more for you.”

  It was an old argument and she cut him off. “No, it’s not that, and I ordered you to give up and let me die months ago. I think Taylor did me a favor without knowing it.” She chuckled at the thought. The Demon would be kicking himself if he discovered what he’d just thrown in her path. “I need to find out everything on a race called Djinn. I think, well…I know that I just managed to contract myself into a hundred years of sexual slavery.” Her whole body tightened, reacting to the words. She sure had it bad.

  “You what?” Kolo swore loudly in a language that she’d never heard. “You’re insane, woman! How could you have been so stupid? Signing your life away into slavery.” Even now after all these years, the topic of sex didn’t come easily.

  She wearily rubbed her eyes. “It was stupid, Ko. But my life’s already signed away. I’ve got what, months? If I could just make the next year,” she heard the longing in her voice, “I’m going to get desperate no matter how strong I am, and then what? Sell myself to a Demon or worse a Vampire?” she spat the last out nastily. She hated Vampires, had to spend a week in a hospital because one got too close and that would never happen again. “I don’t want to compromise, but I want to see tomorrow and the one after that. The next hundred years of me getting some incredibly good sex sounds just ace.” She sighed, “Maybe it’s fine or maybe Taylor’s pulled a fast one. That’s why I need you to dig up anything you can about the Djinn, and in the short term if things get dicey…” she thought it over, “Decapitation and fire will kill just about anything.”

  He sighed again. “You’re very hard work, Janey.” She could almost hear him shaking his huge head, his shoulders hunched with the weight of the world. “Very hard work.”

  “I know. So anyway, I’ve got three wishes, and I’m pretty stumped. I don’t need money or power.” She smiled trying to lighten the mood. “Look, I think I have an idea, but I need you to do your job. This is what I want you working on. Put Swinson on whatever your doing, and if he’s got a problem tell him to take it up with my ass.”

  He sighed a third time, this time more heavily. “I’ll see what I can do. Try not to get in any deeper until we know what’s going on. Okay?”

  She agreed. “I fail to see how I can get any deeper. But you know me I’ll be careful.”

  He growled, clearly not believing her. “You do that, Janey, be very careful. I’ll get your information and deliver it to you personally.”

  Well, there was a threat if ever she heard one. The big panther shifter was, if anything, very intimidating. She reckoned Marsh could handle the pressure though. Kolo was right about one thing. She needed to have more caution about unknown races. She knew better than to just jump at the first man that came into the room an ordered her to her knees, but damn if he didn’t thrill her. The whole situation made her feel like a teenager again sneaking out of her bedroom window to meet a boy. Of course, her bedroom had been six stories up in a highly guarded military training facility, and she’d later had to shoot the boy for trying to go further than she was willing but the principle was the same. Nick Marsh thrilled her, and in her life there just weren’t enough thrills.

  Chapter Three

  They sat at an outdoor café, not far from Vatican City, the light of day slowly dying around them. Waiters went from table to table, lighting the trio of pillar candles, increasing the light in small pockets, illuminating those huddled around them. Neither Marsh nor Janey paid the world any mind, as they were engrossed with each other.

  Marsh was still trying to figure out how he got so damn lucky, ending up with a girl who could take him at his worst, which was really at his best, and dish it back to him. Not to mention who was drop dead gorgeous. She still had to make her wishes, and as his body was feeling the faint pull of hers, he knew she wanted another encounter.
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  Marsh didn’t use his powers lightly, after all. The long term effects where hardly worth it most of the time. The last woman he enslaved, Sarah, was long dead. He wasn’t looking for another companion; Sarah was hardly one to remember fondly.

  One hundred years with her was too damn long, and he didn’t want a repeat of the pseudo relationship his reckless youth had thrust upon him. Just like with the wishes, accepting the bargain had its own set of rules. Sarah had chosen death once their time together was over. It took a special kind of woman to be able to handle the extra years without going a little crazy, and Sarah hadn’t dealt with it well at all. She had been his folly, and he wouldn’t be making that mistake twice.

  He’d been alone for almost one hundred and fifty years, and damned if he wasn’t getting the itch again. This time he wouldn’t let the impatience of youth sway his hand. This time he’d make sure the woman was indeed worth the trouble and the commitment.

  “Euro for your thoughts, pet, you seem a bit distracted.” He sipped his red wine, which was quite the fine vintage, and idly pushed the remnants of his salad around his plate.

  She smiled up at him. “Nothing, really. I’m just going over the past few hours. I mean no offense, but there has to be some horrid three-headed catch or something. It just all sounds too good to be true.”

  He laughed. “No. I assure you, unlike Demons…well, most Demons, we don’t deal in lies and half-truths. I told you straight up, three wishes in exchange for being mine for one hundred years. Not a bad deal, if you ask me.”

  “No, it most certainly is not. It’s a very good deal, and that worries me. I’m just a little too skeptical of the world. I’ve seen a lot of it in my time. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve never met a guy like you before.”

  “Precious, you’ll never meet another guy like me. I’m one of a kind, even in my race.” Marsh sighed and shook his head. Most of his kind, while few and far between, kept at least two women at all times. Some kept as many as fifteen women. Where they found the time and energy for all those women was beyond him. But, that didn’t matter.