“Oh, Kiya Khan, you’re not trying to tell me you’re shy, are you?” he laughed softly.
“I am actually. The real Kiya, the one sat here on this bed with you, is pretty insecure. I have this magical Djinn who makes people like me. I always manage to convince myself no one would like me if they were not bewitched.”
“Well, Miss Khan, I can tell you that if I saw you from across a crowded room I would be taken by your beauty. I’d need no bewitching to say that, I can assure you.”
“Aseem, I believe you.”
“Good.”
“Aseem?”
“Yes, Kiya?”
“Can I kiss you now?”
“I’d really like that.”
I wetted my lips and leant forward. I was nervous, energised and super aware of the fact Mum and Dad were somewhere in the building too. I couldn’t help myself though, I had to feel his lips against mine.
He stayed completely still for a moment, only our mouths pressed together. I tentatively undulated my lips against his. I tasted him. Cola flitted across his lips to mine, he must have drunk some earlier. The flavour seemed fitting as my insides fizzed with excitement at his touch. Just as I wondered if I was doing it wrong he joined in and deepened the kiss.
My hands clasped his. I was convinced that if I searched until I was a thousand years old I’d never find a man who kissed me as well as Aseem did. I wanted to keep my distance, wanted to not fall in love, because falling in love so soon, so deeply and so completely would just be completely and utterly foolish.
“Kiya,” he gasped, “I really want to make love to you but I realise we’re in your parents’ house and that might not be respectful.”
“I appreciate that,” I replied, chest heaving.
“So maybe you should go now because if you stay there I’m going to have to kiss you and if I kiss you I’m going to hold you and if I hold you I’m going to fuck you.”
“I think I’m okay with that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
“Good. I would have been very disappointed if you’d walked away.”
“I couldn’t,” I replied, “because as much as you want to kiss and hold and fuck me, I want you to kiss and hold and fuck me.”
“You’re perfect,” he sighed, “absolutely perfect.”
I am very satisfied to report he did exactly as he’d said he would. He kissed me and my world sang. He ran his lips all over my bared flesh. He held me and everything became brighter. He slowly peeled me out of my clothes with reverence and awe. He paid close attention to the bruises around my wrists and my ankles when he kissed me. I had a huge one on the outside of my thigh that had already turned a violent shade of plum.
“I’m so sorry they hurt you,” he whispered, and he kissed the sore spot better. “I will never hurt you, Kiya, never.”
“Will you spank me, though? You promised you’d spank me.”
“Oh, yes, Kiya, I’ll spank you. But pain you enjoy isn’t the kind of hurt I was talking about.”
“Oh, good, carry on then.”
He carried on with his soft and gentle kisses. His caresses were slow and considerate. It was the complete opposite of the fuck at the airport but at my heart I felt exactly the same. I felt loved.
“I love how your skin feels against mine,” he sighed and slipped between my thighs and pressed his erection between my damp lips.
“I love how you rub me up just the right way,” I moaned.
“I love how your cunt stretches around me, pulls me tight into you and holds on to me as I fuck you.”
His words heightened my pleasure as he slipped into me and moved gently back and forward.
“I love how you fill me, so solid and so tough but yet soft and yielding. I love how you know just what I want and you give it to me without question.”
“It’s like our bodies are in sync,” he whispered, trailing kisses along my jawline.
“Like they’re meant to be together,” I continued, stroking down his spine.
“As if we’re two halves of the same being,”
“Destined for each other,” I gasped as his pubis rubbed against my clit and sent tiny bursts of ecstasy through me. I didn’t want it to stop, I wanted to ride his love forever but as the pleasure built I knew a conclusion was inevitable.
“I’m going to come,” he moaned, “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, yes, fill me.”
“Kiya, Kiya, Kiya,” he chanted, his buttocks thrusting, the smell of our sex in the air, the taste of his kisses lingering on my plump lips.
“I love you!” he yelled, stopped abruptly and held himself inside me as his pleasure throbbed and ebbed.
“I love you too,” I whispered, “it’s crazy but I do.”
He kissed me.
“Sanity is overrated,” I sighed. “If this is crazy then I like it.”
“Now, hold on, I do believe you’ve not had your fill of crazy yet.” Aseem smiled.
“What do you mean?”
He extracted himself from between my legs, lay next to me and slipped his fingers between my sticky thighs.
“Hang on, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
With his fingers he manipulated me to the heights of orgasm and to stop myself screaming I bit down on his shoulder and rocked and shuddered in pleasure.
“Sorry,” I panted, “I didn’t want to scream.”
“It’s all right,” he replied, “your pleasure could never hurt me.”
We snuggled together and talked and talked and talked until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Eleven
Johnny
If I were a bastard I would resent Kiya her happy ending. Oh, hang on, you don’t know how it ends yet, right? Okay, so Aseem and Kiya got it together, is that really surprising? I think not. Rahul got Aseem and his mum a lovely house down the road from the studio. Well, all the humans said it was lovely, I was not one to get caught up in frippery.
Mother, the mad lady, what’s her name again? Oh, Shelly, yes. Well, she got a catering job at the studio. She transformed the dinners there apparently. She was the talk of the lot. She also found a lover. Some old geezer called Gupta, the handyman. But they were old and wrinkly and you so don’t want to know details.
Aseem and Kiya did the dating thing and the fucking thing, a lot of the fucking thing actually. It seemed that somehow they really had fallen in love.
Humans are weird.
Rahul continued to be a cold-hearted bastard and wouldn’t give me time to go and find my true love. One evening though when Laura was out on a translating gig and Kiya was off kissy-kissying with Aseem, Rahul called me out of my teakettle.
“What do you think of Aseem, Johnny?” he asked.
“He’s an all right kid. He makes Kiya happy. He helped me out too. Yeah, as humans go, he seems pretty decent.”
“I like him, Johnny. I think he’s going to ask Kiya to marry him.”
“That’s good though, isn’t it?”
“Sure,” Rahul shrugged.
“What’s bugging you then?”
“She’s my princess, Johnny. What will this place be like without her?”
“Oh, believe me, you’ll just be getting used to being able to fuck the wife whenever and wherever you want when boom! There will be grandchildren crawling around, sleeping over and generally getting underfoot.”
“Grandchildren?”
“Yep. The curse of human reproduction.”
“I’d be naanaa?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
I swore humans could be stupid sometimes. Why they couldn’t work such simple things out themselves I did not know.
“I think I’d quite enjoy being a granddad, Johnny.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will. Least with grandkids you can hand them back when they get poopy or sicky or whatever. So, if you’ve quite finished asking me stupid questions I’d like to get back to pondering twenty-six down.�
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“You know you asked me for some time off back when I was pissed at you for letting Kiya get kidnapped.”
“Yes to the time off, and I didn’t let Kiya get kidnapped. It just sort of happened.”
“Well, whatever, Johnny. I realise now that I was a bit of a bastard.”
“A bit?” I huffed. My heart thumped ten to the dozen in my chest. I didn’t dare to hope too loud. I was so used to disappointment.
“So I’ve decided to let you have some time off now. Just a month, mind, and I will be wishing your arse back here the moment your time’s up, okay?”
“A month? That’s…that’s…very generous of you.” I was going to mention how it was nothing in Djinn hours but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“However, I hold the right to call you back in an emergency.”
“Certainly, got it. Boss. Can I go now?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, Rahul, I appreciate it.”
* * * *
I didn’t waste a moment. I popped into my tea kettle then popped into Jennistan. I went straight to her old home.
“It’s not how I remember it,” I muttered when I saw the tumbledown shack that used to be my sweetheart’s cottage. It was a beautiful area of Jennistan, out in the woods, secluded and set back away from the hustle and bustle of the nearby city. I’d not have known there was a house in the midst of all the shrubbery unless I’d been there before it fell into disrepair.
I sat on a tree stump and thought. I had hoped for clues, people to ask even. I’d got nothing. I took the letter out of my pocket and unfolded it. I stared at it. I stared at it for a very long time, about a week in human time. It was as I daydreamed that the solution hit me.
“This is for you,” she’d said. She’d handed me a blank piece of paper.
“There’s nothing on it.”
“There is, you just have to work out how to read it.”
I did work it out in the end. You get a lot out of books, you know. There was a plant in Jennistan and if you wrote with the sap of said plant—you’d not have been able to pronounce it, human mouths were so stiff—it was invisible. It wasn’t completely unreadable though, a flower that grew near said plant when rubbed on the paper would reveal the invisible writing.
Of course, the plants only grew in one specific place and that place was far away on the other side of Jennistan and I had no transport. It was a long walk. I was a week off having to go home when I finally got to the forest I needed to visit.
Oh, ‘poofing’ didn’t work in Jennistan, it was a magic thing and magic only worked on Earth or if you were coming to or from Earth. I’d have enjoyed being back in the land of my birth, meandering from one side to the other, under normal circumstances but I had to be somewhere and I cursed every domestic step of the way.
I found the flower after another six human days. It was a rare thing, apparently. I appreciated her gesture all those years ago so much more as I realised how much she must have gone through to get the composite parts for me.
I rubbed the bright green stamen all over the paper evenly, the smell acrid and not at all pleasant. I waited anxiously, aware that Rahul would call me back at any moment.
Parts of the paper began to change colour.
Help me, Johnny. Please. My brothers are in on it, I know it. Black Jack has kidnapped me and taken me to the human world. I know you’ll find me. I’ve got to go, he’s coming back and I can’t risk him finding me writing this.
I love you so much, please hurry,
Your true love xxx
Of course, she called me by my real name and signed her own real name but I’m not letting you in on those secrets. Oh no. I poofed back to Rahul’s then and knew I’d have to be extra nice to the boss so he’d let me go and look for her. I couldn’t believe she was in the human world. I just hoped she was still waiting for me.
Chapter Twelve
Kiya
I bet Johnny barely said a thing about my wedding to Aseem? I knew it! It was a beautiful week. We had the whole traditional shebang with celebrations each day, new outfits and lavish feasts. It was a completely magical experience.
“I am so glad we met,” he said the first night we spent together as man and wife. “I’m so glad you’re in my life.”
“In your life and your wife, even,” I added with a giggle.
“Yes, yes indeed. You know I loved you from the moment I saw you, don’t you?”
“Yes, you’ve told me a time or two,” I smiled cheekily.
“Oh, now, don’t get sassy with me, young lady. You’re my wife now.”
“And?”
“And you’ll respect me, I’m sure there was something in the vows about respect.”
“And if I don’t, what will you do?”
“I’ll spank you,” he said.
He’d never spanked me, properly. The smack at the airport was just a tease. We’d fucked a lot and we talked about spanking often—it featured in both our fantasies but for some reason he’d never actually slapped my buttocks. I was excited.
“Oh you will, will you?” I added extra sass. “Go on then, I’d like to see you try.”
“Right, young lady, you’ve asked for it.” He grabbed me then and rolled me over onto my front. “I’m going to spank this fucking naughty ass right now until you scream.”
“Oh, no, no, I’ll be good.” I squirmed. He pulled up my sari and yanked down my knickers.
“Oh, you’ll be good all right,” he roared, “but you still deserve to be punished first.”
He leaned over me then and whispered. His breath tickled my ear.
“Just say ‘genie’ if you want me to stop, okay?”
I nodded.
“Okay, I’m going to hold you in place.” He leaned over my waist. I felt pinned down and also exposed. “I’m going to spank you now, naughty girl.”
“No, sir, please, no.” I wasn’t really scared but playing along because if I really wanted him to stop I only had to use my word. He slapped me. It hurt. It was simple and complex and perfect because the pain made me yelp and then the following pleasure made me moan. As slap hit on top of slap and spank rained down on top of reddened flesh I squealed, moaned, kicked and wriggled and got very, very turned on. He gripped me tighter and I felt cherished.
I knew that sounded crazy but his punishment made me realise I was his and I trusted him completely.
“Right, are you going to be good now?”
“Yes,” I moaned, “oh, Aseem, yes.”
“Good because I need to fuck you now. Stay there.”
He clambered between my thighs, pulled me up onto my knees and pulled down his pants. He slammed into me and fucked me hard and fast. I took the pressure onto my shoulders and reached down to rub my clit. I was desperate to come.
“Come with me,” he moaned, “I’m close, come with me, wife.”
“Yes, oh, husband, yes,” I cried out. “I’m coming!” I screamed as pleasure ripped through my body. My buttocks ached, my cunt clenched and his cock spasmed inside carrying me along on the wave of passion that swept over us both.
“Love you, naughty wife,” he panted and lay down beside me.
“Love you too, nasty husband.”
“Remind me to spank you later for calling me nasty.”
“Okay,” I smiled, “I will.”
I know it doesn’t sound like the most romantic wedding consummation ever, but it was special. That night he made love to me and fucked me and I felt like a princess. I was so happy I could burst. It was a good start to our married life. Aseem, by the way, had been training to be a doctor when he was kidnapped so he continued with his career path as I played in the biggest Bollywood movies of the decade.
Well, I did until the day I got pregnant. “Dad,” I said, “you’re going to be a naanaa.” He broke down in tears, hugged me and slapped Aseem. Affectionately I think.
Johnny groaned.
“Not another bloody one,” he sighed. “
Do you humans never stop breeding?”
“Oh, hush, I know you’re excited to be Uncle Johnny, you love kids.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t eat a whole one.” He rolled his eyes.
But he was happy really and on the day Aapti was born he was one of the very first to hold my son.
“He smiled,” he cooed as he cradled him in his big hands, “he likes his Uncle Johnny.”
“That was a burp,” I sighed, “you brought up his wind.”
But from that day on he told everyone he was the first person Aapti graced with a smile.
And of course my mum and Shelly were ecstatic. They both loved their grandson and I never wanted for a babysitter, in fact sometimes I had to beg them to let me have my son back for a while. Other times I was happy to have some time alone with my husband who was busy with his doctor’s practice. He enjoyed every minute of it though, he’d always wanted to help and to heal people.
* * * *
“Happy anniversary, dear,” he announced on the evening exactly five years from the day we married. He had a beautiful bouquet of lilies in his hand.
“Oh, darling, they’re lovely,” I cooed as I took them and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“I’m glad you like them, but that’s not the only present I’ve got for you.”
“Mmm,” I purred, “that sounds promising.”
“Let me put these in a vase while you go upstairs and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be up in just a moment with your present.”
I wondered what it was as I slipped out of my cotton trousers and pulled off the matching top. I’d have been happy if my present was just him naked and in my arms but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for more. I snapped open my bra, and sighed when they settled into their natural position on my chest. I slipped out of my knickers and pulled out a light negligee from the drawer. It had been a birthday present from Aseem. The cream satin was cool against my skin and my nipples crinkled with pleasure at the stroke of the material and the memories that jumped to mind of my birthday night and my birthday spanking.
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