“No, but I have a question for you.”
“What’s that?” Gillian asked, her concentration thrown off a bit at the unexpected turn.
“The right one makes it go and the left one makes it stop, right?” Cinder said, staring down at the floorboard by Gillian’s legs.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Gillian said, but suddenly the gorgeous Jinn was gone and vertigo struck her as the world suddenly turned ninety degrees to the left.
Chapter Seven
The tour was long and Destiny seemed to be getting more and more frustrated as each room seemed to be inhabited by one guest or another. Steve could tell that she was trying to do far more than simply show him her lovely home. The thought of Scarret somewhere in the background feeding off their energy creeped him out a bit, but it seemed like the proper place to show off his growing boldness.
“You know, we could always just play hooky.”
The singer turned to him and smiled like he’d just discovered cold fusion. “Then I guess it’s time to show you the garage, Mister Ballard.” She said, grinning. “Or should I call you Sergeant Ballard?”
Her hand was flat against his chest and he could feel the heat of her even through her shirt. “I’m no longer in the service, so it’s just Mr., that is, unless the Sergeant does something for you.”
That gorgeous blush flashed hard on Destiny’s face again and he stepped things up another notch. Taking that hand from his chest in his, he pulled her forward, sending her off balance and into his arms…and lips. The kiss was short and sweet but full of promise.
“It’s this way,” She said breathily, wrapping her fingers through his and practically dragging him down the hallway. As he followed her, she glanced behind her and added. “Sergeant.”
Fifteen minutes later they were parked at the top of the hill. Destiny rolled down the window of the car and punched a long sequence into the keypad that resulted in the rolling gate swinging wide for them.
“Cherry’s place. She’s out of town, but I watch her cat.” Destiny grinned, pulling the car into the drive.
Steve didn’t know who ‘Cherry’ was, but he recognized the look on her face as she parked the car and hurriedly climbed out.
The short distance from the car to the front door of the opulent mansion was broken by lips touching, hands wandering, and Steve’s cock growing hard as a rock; a condition that Destiny finally noticed reaching behind her to touch him as she punched another code into the front door, unlocking it and disarming the security system.
A cat crossed the field of his vision, but Steve’s mind was otherwise occupied as the singer worked the zipper of his pants.
“We’ll get to the bed in a minute, I promise.” Destiny cooed, dropping to her knees as her fingers pushed in through his fly searching for a way to set his rock-hard cock free.
“I’m in no rush, gorgeous.” He whispered, his expensive jacket already on its short path to the floor behind him as his cock throbbed at the dark-skinned beauty’s touch.
Destiny’s free hand had finally freed the one button from its loop and she took advantage by pulling her prize free. “That’s good, because I’m going to take my sweet time.” She sighed. Steve watched her eyes feast on the shaft in her hands before she stared up at him with those light brown eyes. “Nice.”
Steve, working the buttons of his shirt, tried to respond with something sexy but before he could decide on it, a loud, groaning sigh was all he could muster as she took the entire length of his shaft between those full, dick-sucking lips.
“Good lord.” Steve moaned as he felt the head of his cock push into Destiny’s throat without so much as a twitch. Her tongue was still wildly active and he had a sudden fear that Scarret wasn’t going to get much out of this if he filled the singer’s throat in the first thirty seconds. Somehow, though, there didn’t seem to be a problem. The sensations were just as intense, but he inexplicably felt that his orgasm was a long way off. Scarret? Likely. The more he thought about it the more he realized an incubus probably wouldn’t have a premature ejaculation problem and would make sure that anyone he used as a proxy wouldn’t either.
Maybe it’s just that I’m thinking about some weird guy in the back of my mind than the incredibly beautiful and talented young woman devouring my cock like I’m going to take it away from her, he thought.
Steve finally discarded the shirt and bowtie behind him, kicking off one shoe after another as Destiny’s lips eased back up the length of his cock, that marvelously talented tongue doing a number on his nerve endings as she went. She rolled her tongue deep into his foreskin, staring up at him the whole time before she dove right back down to the root, making him grunt uncontrollably.
Destiny’s work on his cock was noisy, sloppy, and probably the most aggressive blowjob he’d ever had. His fingers quickly found their way into her long, gorgeous hair, just for the opportunity to exert some degree of control over her. She grunted passionately as he held her in place with his cock buried in her throat.
“You like that?” He asked, staring down at those dark eyes that came up again to meet him, filled with a desperate desire that was palpable.
The dark-skinned beauty at his feet nodded as he started slowly rocking his cock in and out of those perfect lips.
Chapter Eight
Crystal had advised her not to look until she thought the time was right but Gillian couldn’t help herself. It had taken her a moment, eyes pressed tightly shut, to really grasp what had just happened. Of course, the Jinn had explained it to her, but there’s certain things in the world that words just can’t really convey. One is seeing through another’s eyes and experiencing their life, as if from the backseat of a car as they drove. Crystal had taught her how to take the wheel, of course. The young raven-haired beauty wasn’t likely to sense her and fight back, but the elder Jinn had taught her how to deal with that sort of circumstance as well.
Gillian imagined herself getting comfortable in a nice, cushy chair. This would definitely be one way to figure out what makes this guy tick, she thought. Knowing that won’t only help get me to the Chain, it might even help her turn him against them. She smiled as she settled into her plush seat. They were still in the car but off the freeway now, so the situation might be getting interesting soon. The thing that made her smile, though, was the thought that she, Gillian Dupree, was now teamed up with a hunky former soldier to take down an ancient secret society. Is this really how stuff like that happens, just…all of a sudden?
“And a Jinn of my own.” She whispered, but then thought better of any further words. Crystal hadn’t really covered what she could or couldn’t do in here, short of taking full control or fighting back the girl’s defenses.
The car pulled to a stop in front of a townhome in the type of neighborhood that always made Gillian wonder how people remembered which one was theirs. She glanced over to her right, watching Desmond Loyale put the old sedan in park before removing the key and making eye contact. He gave her a salacious smile.
“Home sweet home, baby.” He said. Gillian could see his eyes tracking down to her boobs, then to her thick thighs.
“Mmm, is Master ready to let Winter serve him again?”
Ew, Gillian thought, but she was rapt.
“You go in and go upstairs.” Desmond said. “I’m going to bring these things in and make a call.”
Shit. Gillian would love to be in on that phone call, but she wasn’t ready to take full control yet. There was still something a half a step back in the way things were now.
“What would you like me to wear, Master?” She said, hearing almost a growl in the young woman’s voice.
Gillian felt dirty as she watched Desmond look her up and down with slow, lingering pauses at all the right spots.
“That’ll be fine.” He said, staring at her.
Suddenly everything went massively brighter and Gillian realized she had pulled off her sunglasses, letting him meet her in the eye.
“I know
how you love when I look you in the eye while you use my body, Master.” She said, toying her plump bottom lip with the tip of her sunglasses. The viewpoint changed and Gillian caught a strong glimpse of Desmond’s erection beneath his tight pants.
If she could have been in two places at once she would have liked to have kicked herself. “Nice cock.” She whispered, though the sarcastic tone was empty.
She left him and approached the front door, which somehow unlocked itself right before she grabbed the handle.
The interior of the townhome was stark, as if it had only been equipped with exactly what was necessary and nothing else. The guy takes minimalism to a pretty savage degree, Gillian thought. With a flick of a mental switch, she turned the girl’s inner monologue back on but turned it off within the first thirty seconds. She was still going on and on about Desmond and how she couldn’t wait to fuck him again. There didn’t seem to be much else going on in there.
What Gillian had started thinking about as the two of them walked up the stairs, through the bare-walled hallway and into the bathroom where she faced the mirror. She really is gorgeous, Gillian thought; like the cute nerdy girl with the dynamic figure actually having the self-confidence to show it all off and be sexy. It was in me, she thought. What’s she doing?
Whatever it was, it was sight unseen, but as vivid as reality in Gillian’s other senses. She inhaled sharply as something was inserted into her ass and a growing sense of fullness as something was injected into her bowels.
“Oh, it’s gonna be that type of night.” Gillian groaned.
Chapter Nine
Destiny’s wail of pleasure might very well have shook the portraits on the walls of her friend’s mansion for all he knew. With those thick and delicious thighs locked over his ears, the best military hearing protection wouldn’t have done a better job. She ejaculated into his face, almost choking him as he tried valiantly to enhance the orgasm beyond what he had even just achieved. How’s that taste, Scarret, Steve thought as those thighs twitched enough for him to move upwards a few inches, his tongue and lips finally able to corral her sensitive clit between his teeth where he played it like a musical instrument; sometimes with a gentle caress and others with a passion enough to tear a bow to shreds.
He had not cum in her mouth, though it was definitely on his agenda. The fact that he had managed to pull that incredible fellatrix off his cock before he exploded down that talented throat cinched it that Scarret’s powers were assuring that Steve’s performance provided enough courses for the Incubus’s dark needs.
Steve was ready to fuck her, though. During the next loosening of those incredibly strong thighs he broke free, lunging upwards and pressing the full weight of his body against her locked knees as she rode out the last of the orgasm that had been continuously rocking her perfect body for minutes. He wanted to be in her to feel the tight clutch of that pussy as it rippled with the passion his own tongue had given it.
Another spasm gave him the crack he needed and his body thrust Destiny’s legs apart, the wetness he’d already generated allowing his cock to home in on its target like a heat-seeking missile. It sank into such a heat he half-expected to hear the hiss of steel as it’s shocked with water to harden it. Pleasure sounded through his cock with echoes that he hoped would last for a lifetime. It pulsed and rippled as it gripped him, trying to cover and exert pressure over every square millimeter of his happy flesh.
“Damn.” Steve said, and the eyes that smiled up at him registered his compliment by clamping down even harder on his cock as he started to try to slide it in and out of that tight sheath.
“Fuck me baby.” Destiny groaned. Steve could see her fingers gripping the edge of the mattress behind her head, knuckles going white with the pressure as he fought against the grip of that tight pussy to build up to the pounding he wanted to give her as well as the one he just knew she desired from him. He was going to fill this hole. He’d always had an out, at least where protection against unwanted pregnancies were concerned. In his younger years, he’d always thanked the childhood accident that had left him firing blanks, though it was starting to wear a little more heavily on him as he got older and his relationships progressed. For now, he was going to give the ebony goddess beneath him everything she was gasping out for as he fucked that incredible body.
The urge was getting closer and closer and while he wanted to feel that sweet release he also was reluctant to give up the magic that velvet glove was performing on his aching cock. He adjusted his weight a little, feeling her lift her knees higher as he put a hand to her mouth. Those hungry lips drew in his finger, sucking it as she had his cock; with a vengeance. Another digit slipped between those heavenly lips and as Steve pressed them deeper he saw the pleasure in her eyes. He felt her body convulse in orgasm as his fingers finally blocked her breath and he took his own turn talking dirty to her as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.
The orgasm was intense. His fingers extracted themselves from her mouth, allowing her to breathe, but the breaths came in short, shallow chops. It was her body that his thoughts focused on, however. It squeezed and pulsed on his cock with a rhythmic feeling, as if moving to a beat, bringing on his own climax in just a few seconds.
Steve heard his own groan as he filled Destiny’s bucking body with his cum, still slamming hard into her, just at a slower pace while her own orgasm continued unabated if not amplified.
Chapter Ten
There were definitely pros and cons to Gillian’s position. The number one pro was that she was feeling everything her slutty, young host felt while the number one cause was that she was feeling those things because of Desmond Loyale. The blowjob didn’t do much for her, but then again, her host’s view of that wasn’t all that spectacular. She did have to hand it to the villain that he did have a pretty monstrous cock, though she was still waiting to see how well he used it.
He hadn’t finished in her mouth, something Gillian was pretty thankful for. If she had followed Crystal’s advice in the first place, she wouldn’t be having this conversation with herself. Hang out in the back, then come forward when it’s time for him to climax, the eldest Jinn had told her. She wasn’t even convinced she could pull off the magic Crystal had entrusted her with, but she had to, for Cinder and for Steve and for, simply, all of them.
Gillian felt his hot kisses down her leg as he tugged the tight denim shorts down her thighs and off over the sexy, black boots that kept everything below her knee a secret. His destination was no secret. She felt her legs spreading as the hot breath washed over her most sensitive flesh, but he wasn’t one to linger too long on teasing. She felt his tongue dive between her lips and into her vagina before scooping out to track between them until brushing heavily against her clit. It reminded her suddenly of a competitive swimmer coming off the start, diving deep before coasting to the surface. Keeping to the metaphor, she felt the workout his tongue was giving her clit as her pleasure levels hummed their way up to the next level.
“Please, please let me cum, baby.” The girl whispered. Gillian could see her breasts pressed together by her inner arms as she reached down to run her fingers through the dark hair between her legs.
There was no response, but the drumbeat of her heart in her clit continued with his teeth as they sank gently into her. Gillian felt the intensity inside her and wasn’t clear if it was translating into her actual body or not. The image she had of herself within the young woman’s mind was definitely affected. Pressing her knees tightly together turned to rubbing them together gently and quickly moved to the uncontrollable desire to touch herself. He hadn’t said anything in response and she had the distinct feeling that she was holding herself back, using some wellspring of self-control over her body to prevent herself from dropping over the cliff and into an orgasm. Gillian had never practiced anything like that, so the ministrations of Desmond Loyale’s tongue on her clit were sending her over the edge.
The heavenly torment of the young woman’s body and her own
by proxy went on for what seemed like an eternity to Gillian. Balanced there on the edge of orgasm, nothing she could do on her end could relieve the tension; she was at the absolute mercy of the situation she was in.
“Please, please, please.”
The voice crying out and begging was low and throaty, but for the life of Gillian, she couldn’t determine if it was coming from inside or outside. The two were getting difficult to keep separated. If it would release the tormenting euphoria burning in her, she would have begged him in person and that disturbed her.
“You may cum as soon as my cock is in you, Alex.” Desmond’s voice said from between her legs. “But for now, I want you to tell me how much of a dirty whore you are.”
Gillian squirmed in her imaginary chair in Alex’s mind as she felt the pressure of his finger against her ass. She felt it tighten in reflex, then deliberately loosen as the young beauty rocked her hips on it in the attempt to pull it deeper into her body.
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