Abracadabra

by Ashley Ladd

  Melting in his arms, she arched her neck to give him better access. Nothing felt better than Mark’s lips on the back of her neck. Almost nothing. Even without the spell, her heart flipped when he touched her. He must have bewitched her.

  “The genie is so submissive and loving to her new master,” a very deep, unfamiliar voice boomed behind her, yanking her out of her euphoria.

  Bristling Mark pulled back and pushed her behind him. “Did you forget to tell me something? Who is he? Your new boyfriend?”

  Chapter Four

  With wide eyes she studied the seven-foot, bearded, swarthy giant dressed in Arabian garb. The intruder made her shiver which very few people had done since she’d learned to defend herself.

  “I never saw him before,” she whispered. Louder, she asked the intruder, “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

  “How sweet. The mortal thinks he can protect his genie.” The trespasser advanced on them menacingly and didn’t disappear when she tried to blink him away.

  Scared now, she tried to blink herself and Mark away. Nothing happened. Her powers seemed frozen, perhaps stripped. “Get out! Even without genie powers I must warn you both of us are karate experts. We will defend ourselves if we have to.”

  “Where is my Adara? Why are you the genie? I haven’t travelled across the world tracking my Adara to find a stranger in her bottle. That crafty merchant switched bottles on me and pawned it off on you, but you’ll be as sorry as that elephant dung when I finish with you,” the trespasser roared thunderously, his expression stormy.

  Seething, Savi came forward and balled her fists at her sides. “Your precious Adara tricked me into freeing her and taking her place. I don’t know where she disappeared to.”

  “Then you’ll have to help me find her.”

  “I don’t have to help you do anything. I don’t even know who you are and I want you out of my house now!”

  The man laughed and narrowed his eyes. He advanced a menacing step. “Tell me where Adara is.”

  Savi notched up her chin and glared at the intruder. “As far away as she could get from this bottle is my guess. She couldn’t wait to switch places with me.”

  “Get lost.” Mark started to dial the authorities on his cell phone.

  The dark giant tore the phone from Mark’s grasp and snapped it in two. Then he waved the genie’s bottle in Mark’s face and shoved him. “I have the bottle. I’m the genie’s master now. You get lost before I have her turn you into a toad.”

  Savi gasped. She couldn’t breathe. How could this have happened?

  “The genie is my fiancée. Leave now before I have no choice but to use force,” Mark said.

  “You’re beginning to annoy me. Genie, make him go—”

  Before the intruder finished his sentence, Mark yelled a loud “Kiyap!” and swung around in a lethal kick aimed at the man’s face.

  The other man deftly sidestepped Mark, caught his leg and flipped him. He stood over Mark and put his foot on his chest, holding Mark down as effortlessly as if he was a leaf. He spat on Mark, then asked, “How would you like to be the first resident on Mars? Genie, I wish for you to send this man to Mars.”

  Send Mark to Mars? She tried to attack her new master, but found herself frozen. Then she blinked and tried to send her master to another planet. That didn’t work, either.

  Savi couldn’t exhale. Mark would die. Her horrid new master hadn’t added ‘permanently’ or that she couldn’t provide life support for him. Then she had a consoling thought. The giant hadn’t specified if he meant Mars the planet, Mars the candy bar company or Mars the town.

  Blankly, ignoring the horror etched on Mark’s face, she sent him to the town with a pocketful of crisp one hundred dollar bills, praying he’d return swiftly to help her.

  “Genie, I wish for you to make me, Dammar the Great, ruler of Planet Earth, with that ungrateful Adara by my side.”

  Savi’s heart savagely hammered her ribs. The megalomaniac was insane! He had to be the evil master of which Adara had spoken. How could she stop him? He would surely wreak havoc and ruin. If only there was another place called Planet Earth.

  She froze time and searched for any place else called Planet Earth and sighed in relief when her search netted several companies. Blinking, she installed the evil Dammar as ruler of Planet Earth, the shoe manufacturer.

  When a crate of shoes fell on her master’s head, she had difficulty restraining her smile or keeping her eyes from twinkling. No one deserved it more than him.

  “You imbecile! How dare you deliberately misunderstand me! I will have you fed to famished crocodiles after I get my final wish,” Dammar roared.

  She blinked away, leaving him to rule his shoe factory. Feeling guilty that she left the poor defenceless employees to deal with him, she blinked back to check on him.

  “Get me out of here now! And bring Adara to me,” the red-faced man bellowed.

  Keeping a bland expression, she asked, “Is that your wish, Master?”

  “No! I’m not wasting a wish on such trivialities! Just do as I say.”

  “Very well,” she said, suppressing a sigh. She blinked Dammar, Adara and herself back to her apartment. Then she blinked Mark into the next room, hoping he wouldn’t reveal himself until he had an opportune moment to help her overpower the evil one. She bowed demurely before her master. “I’ve done your bidding. But I am weary. May I retire?”

  “Be gone with you. I’m tired of your deceitful face. I should keep you in your bottle for the next hundred years just to teach you a lesson.”

  Savi’s heart froze. He wouldn’t.

  “Only one hundred years? You contained me for five hundred!” Adara pouted and tossed her hair behind her shoulders.

  Dammar held out her bottle and Savi felt a powerful pull. Changing into smoke was the oddest sensation she’d ever experienced. Within seconds she was sucked into her bottle, and Dammar rammed the stopper into the opening, trapping her.

  One hundred years? Five hundred? Her heart hammered her ribs and she had the sickening sensation that she was about to be hurled from a very tall building. She feared Mark would be dust by the time she escaped.

  “I want to be the most powerful genie the world has ever known.”

  She held her breath and prayed he wouldn’t put his desire into wish form. Did she have enough power to stop him?

  “Dammar, my love.” Adara sidled up to him with seduction glowing in her eyes. “Do you really want to let her keep her powers so she can challenge you?”

  Picking up Savi’s bottle, he turned it over in his hands. A wicked smile dawned over his lips. “What would I do without you, my love, to guide me?”

  When Dammar stroked Adara’s luxurious hair as if she was his beloved pet, Savi grew sick to her stomach. To be someone’s pet was not her idea of utopia.

  Desperate, she folded her arms across her chest and blinked. “Dammar, you are a toad! The kind with the horny spikes.”

  Her wish boinked around inside her bottle and almost crashed into her.

  Dreading Dammar’s demands, she winced. She wished she could remain a genie to thwart his plans. She tried to decipher the ancient genie scrolls. Before she could find the gem of truth she sought, the cork was pulled from her bottle and it was tilted precariously, tossing her unceremoniously to the side.

  “Genie, emerge from your bottle and face me. I’ve decided upon my final wish.”

  Swallowing hard, Savi dissipated into smoke and materialised before Dammar. Gritting her teeth, she ground out the despised words, “Yes, Master?”

  A malicious smile spread wide across her master’s scrawny lips. “I know you think me a black scoundrel, but I am quite altruistic. Genie, I wish you to be free!”

  It was her dream…her nightmare. The earth quaked. Her blood froze.

  In a poof she was herself again, facing the vile monster.

  Dammar’s menacing laughter boomed through the room. He waved the bottle in the air lik
e a trophy. “Nothing can stop me now! I shall rule the universe with Adara at my side!”

  ”No,” Savi whispered. She dove for the bottle. When Adara tripped her, she pitched headlong into the wall.

  Adara took the bottle when Dammar held it out to her and wound her fingers around the bottle and held it high. “I am the bottle’s mistress. I am mistress of the genie.”

  Dazed, Savi’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. What evil would Dammar and Adara unleash? She vowed to fight them with her last dying breath and hoping to surprise her former genie, rushed to grab the bottle from her hands.

  As if bored, Adara patted her rouged lips and yawned. “Dammar, I wish you to make the tiresome mortal female into a snake.”

  Savi’s gasp was swallowed in a hiss as she morphed into a viper and fell to the floor. She hoped she was the poisonous variety so that Dammar would succumb to her venom. Shifting course, she slithered under the bed, and set her sights on the genie’s ankles

  “You’re delightfully wicked, my love. We won’t have to worry about that one anymore.” Adara’s hated voice tinkled saccharinely about the room.

  “No? You only have me to worry about now.” Mark’s voice low, but lethal, echoed through the room.

  Savi gasped then sucked in her breath. She longed to warn Mark away but her words came out as hisses.

  Adara screwed up her face and jabbed her finger at Mark. “This pathetic mortal suffers from delusions of grandeur. I see he wants to slither on his abdomen, too.”

  Savi’s heart ruptured. “Please, God, no.”

  Mark needed a diversion fast and the woman’s bare leg lingered a mere foot from her beside the edge of the bed, within striking distance. Savi bared her fangs and lunged for her target.

  “Genie, please do the hon—” A blood curdling scream reverberated throughout the room as Adara thrashed and tried to stomp Savi.

  In self preservation Savi wound herself around the woman’s leg and hoped Mark would have presence of mind to grab the bottle.

  Dammar growled. Fire spit from his mouth and glazed in his coal black eyes. “You are toast, serpent.”

  Mark grabbed the bottle and jumped back. “Dammar, I am now the bottle’s owner and as such your new master. You will do as I command, genie.”

  When Mark’s voice rumbled around Savi she removed her fangs from the woman and unwrapped herself. She slithered to Mark’s side and looked up at him, imploring him for help.

  Mark smiled down at her, then narrowed his gaze on Dammar. “Genie, I wish you to fully restore Savannah to her human form and full health.”

  “Yes, Master. As you wish.” Dammar snarled and crossed his arms over his massive chest and blinked.

  Savi reverted to her human self. Overjoyed to be herself again, Savi flung herself into Mark’s arms. Pressing her ear to his chest, she revelled in his powerful heartbeat, his masculine scent but mostly in his love.

  “Are you okay, my love?” Mark dropped a light, tingling kiss on the top of Savi’s head and his free hand caressed the small of her back.

  His touch did naughty things to her equilibrium and she squirmed. She yearned to pull him into her bed and never let him out. But this wasn’t the time so she ordered her body to behave.

  Amazed and still in awe of the genie’s powers, Savi wiggled her fingers and toes. She stretched her arms and legs, circled her head and touched her hair. They were lucky to be alive. But she didn’t trust Dammar or Adara.

  Savi whispered in Mark’s ear, “She has to go far away, before she can steal back the bottle.”

  Mark eyed Adara who glared at them. “Dammar, send Adara to Manhattan.”

  “But, Master…”

  “Do it. Now.”

  Dammar blinked Adara away, then faced Mark. “What else do you wish of me, Master?”

  Savi leant her head close to Mark’s. In a low voice she asked, “What will we do with him? We can’t keep him. If someone else gets the bottle… If he tricks you…”

  “I have an idea or two about how to contain him,” Mark whispered in her ear. Then Mark opened the bottle and pointed it at the genie. “Dammar, return to your bottle.”

  Dammar scowled as he turned to smoke and disappeared into the bottle. His voice echoed through the room, “You will regret this for the rest of your days, human.”

  Quickly and forcefully, Mark corked the genie’s bottle. “I don’t think so.”

  Mark said to Savi, “Now we have to bury him for eternity so he can’t hurt anyone else.”

  She nodded. Her heart hammered her ribs but her breathing eased. “I love you. I feel like such a fool to have doubted you.”

  Mark pulled back and looked down at her sternly with an unfathomable expression. “Did I give you reason to doubt me?”

  She searched her soul and knew he hadn’t. She’d let her imagination run wild, had listened to other people’s stories. “No. If you give me another chance, I’ll never doubt you again. I’ll do anything…”

  A wicked glint entered Mark’s eyes. “Be my sex slave.”

  The ground quaked. Her pussy quivered. Had he read her mind?

  Then the bottle rattled angrily and started hopping on the table.

  Alarm replaced her gooey feelings with fear. She eyed the bottle with trepidation.

  “We have to dispose of the genie before he escapes,” Mark said.

  Chills chased down her spine, but she agreed one hundred percent so she nodded.

  Mark grabbed the bottle and headed towards the door. “Get your purse and go to the car. I have an idea.”

  They hurried into Mark’s new Corvette and he sped out of the driveway.

  “What are you going to do?”

  Mark pulled into a hardware store and hopped out of the car. ”Bury this sucker in the middle of nowhere.”

  Dammar roared his rage, and the bottle shook.

  She flinched and glared at the bottle wishing Dammar to be gone. “Hurry!”

  A couple of of moments later Mark ran out of the store with a shovel, a bucket full of supplies, and a gallon of water and tossed them into his trunk.

  Then Mark drove deep into the Everglades, far back onto a dirt path. Finally he parked and they carried the bottle and supplies deeper into the woods.

  ”What now? We’re going to dig a hole and throw him in?”

  Mark pursed his lips and nodded. He dug a deep hole, then he mixed some water and powdered concrete in the bucket and poured some into the bottom of the pit.

  “You’ll pay for imprisoning me,” Dammar’s voice rang out clear and menacing. “I’ll find a way out and there’ll be hell to pay. I curse you and your descendants!”

  Mark gestured to the bottom of the hole. “Drop him in.”

  Savi threw the bottle into the pit, then rubbed her hands down the length of her legs trying to rub off the vile feelings.

  “You’ll burn in hell for this!” Dammar’s voice boomed so loud animals roared in answer. “Your lives are worthless when I get out. You’ll wish you were a mere serpent…”

  Mark poured the rest of the concrete over the bottle. Then he shovelled the rest of the dirt over the top. When the last of the earth was piled on top, Mark stomped on it until it was packed hard.

  Vicious growls startled her and she jumped into Mark’s arms. “Was that an alligator?”

  “Or a croc.”

  Mark’s reply was so blasé that she did a double take.

  Mark shook his head and laughed. “We just defeated a powerful, evil genie and you’re worried about a reptile?”

  She tugged on his hand and pulled him to the car. “Yes. Let’s go home. Or don’t you want me to be your sex slave anymore?”

  Mark kissed her long and hard inside the locked car. “Of course I do. As soon as we get home.”

  Less than an hour later they were inside her apartment building and he pulled her into his arms.

  She didn’t demure when he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the threshold. She didn’t prote
st when he drank deeply of her or when he carried her to the bed.

  “How much do you love me?” he murmured against her lips.

  “Very much.” She nibbled his earlobe then bathed it with her eager tongue, trying to drive him as crazy as she had in the old days, as crazy as he was driving her.

  “Enough to marry me?”

  Emboldened, Savi flicked her tongue over the rapidly flickering pulse in his neck and confessed huskily, “Enough to do whatever you want me to, marriage included.” Deviltry dancing in her soul, she added, “Later. I thought you wanted me to be your sex slave. Ravish me, lover.”

  Mark unbuttoned her blouse, and his fingers blazed a trail of heat from her breasts to her pussy. “It’s my turn to take you on a magical journey.”

  “Got a magic carpet?” Returning the favour, she slipped his buttons from their holes, and followed her progress with her tongue. When he shivered at her every touch she delighted in the power she wielded over him.

  “We don’t need one, darlin’.” He divested her of her blouse and captured her nipple between his lips and suckled it.

  Moaning greedily, she pushed her aching breast deeper into his mouth. Eager to feel all of him, she pushed his shirt off, and let it pool on the floor behind him. Pulling him back to the bed, she unsnapped his jeans and pushed them off his hips then released the object of her burning desire.

  Mark eased her pants down her legs until she kicked the stifling clothing across the room.

  “Take me on your magic ride.” She spread her legs wide and licked her lips so that he couldn’t miss her come-hither invitation.

  “Eager little vixen, aren’t you?”

  She eyed his pulsing cock glistening with drops of his pre cum. “I’ve been waiting over two years to kiss you whenever I want. Let’s stop wasting our energy on small talk.”

  Mark nodded, his dark gaze intense on her pussy. He rubbed against her and cupped her pussy with his hand. He stuck his finger inside as if to test her readiness, removed it then plunged his cock deep inside.

  She screamed in ecstasy not caring if her neighbours heard. Sheathing him tightly, she matched his feverish rhythm and milked his seed. Flames of ecstasy blazed out of control, licked her veins and consumed her.