A Torrid Celebration!

by Whiskey Creek Press Authors

  "Uh huh,” she murmured, her body aflame. She looked over her shoulder, locking gazes with Lucien, excited by the heat in his dark eyes. She knew he'd be masterful, sexually demanding, and she craved it. “I'm yours."

  He nodded and let her go, stepping back. “Prove it."

  She stood immobile for a moment, startled by the daring demand. How could she prove it? She reached back to unzip her dress, shrugging it off her shoulders, and let it drop to pool at her feet. Lucien's hungry gaze made her body quiver. She gave him a teasing smile, noting the heavy beat of his pulse in his throat. Emboldened, she reached back to unhook her bra and let it slowly slide off, revealing her breasts an inch at a time. The flare of heat in his gaze made her sex wet and her nipples tight. Her hands shaking with need, she peeled down her panties and stood before him, unashamedly naked.

  "Very good,” he said, reaching out to tweak one nipple.

  She gasped with pleasure, but he dropped his hand, making her pout. “Your turn,” she demanded, breathlessly. He closed his eyes and his clothes vanished. “No fair!” she exclaimed. “How did you do that?"

  "It goes with the job."

  "What else can you do?” she asked, intrigued. She watched his mouth kick up into a wicked smile. Then she let out a gasp as she felt unseen hands caress her, touching her nipples, her sex. “That's cheating,” she said, panting for breath.

  "So who said I play fair?” he countered, quirking an eyebrow. “If you want to be my love slave, go to the chest and pull out the red velvet pouch."

  Gasping as she fought to control her arousal, she made her way to the heavy oak chest and opened the lid. She pulled out the red bag. It was larger than she'd expected and filled with something hard. Intrigued, she carried it back to Lucien.

  "Open it and see your toys,” he said with a smile.

  She laid the bag on the bed, pulled the drawstring, and poured out two white marble phalluses—one large, one small as her little finger. Did he mean to use them on her? Her body clenched at the exciting thought. She gazed at them, imagining how it would feel if he teased her with them. Her sex pulsed. Intrigued, she gazed up at Lucien, her hand tightening on the large one.

  His eyes twinkled. “Show me how you'd like to pleasure me."

  Her lips tingled as she stared at his sultry mouth. She brought the marble phallus to her mouth, swirling her tongue around its cool head. It warmed to her touch. Her eyes met Lucien's as she sucked on it, and she saw his eyes darken. He was just as turned on as she was, but he was better at concealing his emotions. She groaned and sucked harder, her pussy quivering with each stroke. This was what she'd wanted to do to him earlier—what she still wanted to do to him.

  "Come here,” Lucien said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  She walked toward him on unsteady legs, still mouthing the dildo, the hot look in Lucien's eyes driving her on. He smiled and reached out to tumble her across his lap. She acquiesced with a muffled gasp of shock and delight.

  "Does my naughty slave girl need a spanking?” he asked as his big hand spread across her bottom.

  Her buttocks heated as his hand lay above them, and she nodded. “If you say so,” she said, pulling the dildo out of her mouth and placing a kiss on its bulbous head.

  "Good answer,” he said, his hand coming down on her bottom with a smack.

  She gasped as heat moved through her bottom, making her pussy quiver. He was going to make her come if he kept that up.

  "Keep sucking,” he said, accompanying his words with short, quick spanks.

  She moaned around the phallus as he caught her by surprise, setting up a steady pace. Her clit brushed against his leg, making her gasp. Tightening as the ripples took her over, she let out a cry as she began to come.

  Next, Lucien gently took the phallus out of Chemise's greedy mouth and slipped it into her creamy pussy. She moaned helplessly, her spasming walls clamping down on the object as he nested it deep inside her. He eased the smaller phallus into her ass, and she gasped in surprise, her body rippling on the device. He began to spank her again, making the marble shafts vibrate inside her as her body clamped down on them. With a final, hard smack to her mound, he pushed her over the edge until she cried out as she came. When it was over, she hung breathless and limp over his lap.

  Lucien picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed. She moaned as her hot bottom hit the cool sheets, her pussy and ass rippling with after spasms. The shock of being turned over Lucien's knee still made her senses reel. She gazed up at his handsome face through an orgasmic fog as he stood over her. “More, please,” she begged with a sigh.

  His eyes twinkled. “Spread your legs, Chemise. Let me see your treasures."

  Her legs parted at his command, and she couldn't help blushing as he gazed hotly at her bared pussy. She knew she was wet and pink, the dildos still clenched by her hungry body. He smiled and reached down to stroke her labia, tracing maddening circles around the two dildos. She cried out, arching her hips off the bed. “Play with yourself, beloved. Show me how you like to be touched."

  At his urging, one of her hands went to her clit while the other plucked at her stiff nipples. His smile made her crazy. She bit back a moan and reached for the phallus in her pussy, fucking herself with it. She desperately wanted the real thing, but she had a feeling he wouldn't be rushed.

  "Is that how you'd like to be fucked?” he asked, sitting beside her. He cupped her breast, bringing the nipple to hardness again while she let out a needy whimper.

  "Reach up and grab the headboard,” he commanded. “Don't let go until I tell you to."

  Her hands shook as she reluctantly released her hold on the dildo. She was achingly close to coming, and he knew it. Her ass was still hot from her spanking. She gazed deep into his eyes, telegraphing her need, and reached up for the spindles of the headboard. The breath whooshed out of her lungs as he knelt between her trembling thighs and touched his tongue to her clit; the wet and heat almost pushed her over the edge. He sucked her clit into his mouth, nipping it, and she came, her eyes rolling back in her head. He surged up her body, pulled the dildo from her pussy, and settled between her warm thighs.

  His throbbing cock rubbed against her creamy sex, and she arched up, trying to complete their union, still clutching the headboard. He backed off an inch, hesitating.

  "Look at me, Chemise,” he demanded.

  Her eyes popped open at his demand. His intense look made her want to hold him. He'd suffered so many betrayals, but she was different. She loved him. The thought came as no surprise.

  "Do you want this, Chemise?” he asked.

  The swollen cock rubbed against her clit, and she hissed with pleasure.

  "Yes,” she said with a needy moan, and gasping when he began to enter her. Her ass rippled on the small dildo, and she moaned. She murmured and gave herself over completely, melting around him. His huge cock filled her completely and he lay still inside her, letting her get used to his size and to the double invasion.

  She moaned, luxuriating in the sense of being claimed completely. As he began to piston in and out of her, Chemise met his thrusts, quivering, gasping for breath as he drove deeper. The tingling pleasure swept from the point of their joining until it filled her entire body and the rest of the world seemed to fall away. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations, tightening and convulsing around his driving cock. Lucien stiffened, coming hard against her cervix.

  When it was over, he rolled to the side and held her close. Almost immediately, Chemise fell into an exhausted sleep, feeling Lucien holding her tight.

  * * * *

  An hour later, Lucien went to his crystal ball. He didn't want to leave Chemise, but he knew he had to locate Zander. Zander's reaction to Isis’ emblem had been telling: Zander really wasn't under her protection anymore. Lucien would use that to his advantage. He gazed deep into the swirling clouds inside the orb, seeking out his nemesis, and ground his jaw with frustration when Zander stayed out of sight.
The evil genie was powerful and crafty; Lucien couldn't afford to underestimate him.

  Chemise sighed in her sleep, and Lucien turned to gaze possessively at her. She was his very own sex slave; she hadn't expected the dominance, but she'd enjoyed it. He sat down with his quill and parchment and began to plan.

  A few moments later he sensed her presence and looked to see Chemise standing next to him. It didn't say much for his defensive instincts that he hadn't sensed her movement. And in that instant he acknowledged that his odds weren't good. Zander was powerful, even without Isis’ protection.

  Still Lucien focused on Chemise, dazzled by her beauty. He wrapped an arm around her naked waist, drawing her close to him. Her fascinated gaze was focused on his crystal ball.

  "Is that what I think it is?” She peered into the orb's cloudy depths.

  He smiled loving at her inquisitive nature. “It's a crystal gazing ball."

  "How does it work?"

  "Concentrate on what you want to see, and it may appear."

  "How about my office ... or ex-office, I should say."

  The anger in her tone made him wonder. “You lost your position?"

  He watched her blush and he wanted to hurt the one who'd wronged her. Whatever had caused her dismissal both angered and embarrassed her.

  "Yes,” she answered with a sigh.

  They gazed into the ball as a cluttered office came into view. The top of her desk held a wilting plant and stacks of papers.

  "Why that bastard. He told me my things were being shipped to me."

  "He?"

  "Yes—my boss Dr. Edwards. And he let my plant die. What a jerk."

  "Tell me about it,” he offered, hoping to unburden her.

  "A scroll I was working on suddenly burst into flames for no reason. I know I didn't do anything wrong, but it pains me that the ancient text was lost."

  "You are an archivist,” he said, shocked they had so much in common.

  She smiled sadly. “I was.” She glanced at the parchment he'd been writing. “Actually, part of the text was exactly like this—the calligraphy was just the same."

  He went still as a sense of destiny passed through him. She was his beloved, and these events were fated. He knew it.

  She picked up the illuminated page reverently. “Did you copy this? The calligraphy is outstanding, nothing like my scribbled notes."

  "You have notes?” he asked sharply.

  "Yes. Why?"

  "The complete spell is what I need to defeat Zander. It will send him back into the lamp permanently. I've been trying to recall parts of it."

  She looked up at him in wonder. “That's impossible. Things don't fall together for me like this."

  He pulled her closer. “I have a story to tell you. When I'm done you may be a believer."

  "After I was captured, I refused to do Isis’ bidding, so she had a gift made for me: an astrological chart that showed that a woman would set me free. I'd know her by three signs. She would give her life for me, she would trust me when she had no reason to, and she would have a heart-shaped beauty mark on her left breast. At the time, I was fooled into believing Isis was the woman. Now I know better."

  She gazed at him in wonder. “And she'd be called your beloved."

  He nodded.

  She frowned. “Then you've known our destiny all along ... and didn't tell me."

  He could feel her hurt. “Would you have believed me?"

  "No,” she admitted with a sigh. And then she met his eyes. “You thought it was a trick, didn't you?"

  He wanted to deny it, but she was too smart for that. “At first."

  "How could you be so..."

  "You were wearing Isis’ protection."

  "That's true,” she said grudgingly.

  "She doesn't just hand those pendants out to anyone ... how did you..."

  "I found it in the safe, along with your lamp. Aunt Betty left them to me in her will. I wonder how she knew?"

  He smiled, relieved that she seemed to forgive him. “Sometimes it's better not to question fate."

  "Right, let's get back to Zander. Have you tried to trap him in the past?” Chemise asked.

  "Yes. I only had a brief look at the scroll and didn't know the complete spell, so my efforts didn't work. They will this time, thanks to you."

  "My notes are complete,” she said, smiling. “All we have to do is pop over to my office and get them."

  His jaw tightened at her excited tone. There was no way he'd expose her to danger. “Just tell me where to go.” Her stubborn frown made him even more determined to keep her out of it. She'd throw herself in the path of danger if he allowed it.

  "Impossible. The museum is like a maze. I'd have to show you."

  He captured her chin to force him to look at him. “No. Zander already tried to kill you once, and I won't make the same mistake twice."

  "He won't hurt me with you around."

  "I'm not taking that chance,” Lucien said flatly.

  She glared at him. “You can't stop me. I know my way around the museum, and you don't. I'm going."

  He shook his head.

  "Look at it this way. If you get worried, you can pop me back in the lamp."

  "No.” He pulled her astride his lap, smiling at her outraged shriek. Then they both gasped as he entered her. It was a dirty way to win an argument, but he didn't care. “Don't fight me on this,” he scolded, nibbling the nape of her neck.

  She moaned, rubbing her stiff nipples against his chest. “You're a stubborn man, Lucien."

  "Now you are sounding like Isis."

  "Bringing her name up at a time like this isn't a smart move, stud.” She nipped his earlobe.

  "Sorry,” he answered as her honey walls rippled on his throbbing cock.

  "So she accused you of being stubborn?"

  Lucien groaned and thrust up into her. “I wouldn't bend to her will. She left me with one final chance to call to her. I haven't used it. You feel so damned good wrapped around me, beloved."

  "Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  "I heard it's your birthday."

  She whimpered as she ground against him. “Um hum. I'm turning the dreaded three-o. And I can't think of a better way to celebrate it."

  He pulled the ring off his little finger. It had been in his family for centuries, and he wanted to bind himself to his lover. He slipped the ring onto Chemise's finger, smiling at her gasp of surprise. “Happy birthday, Chemise."

  She looked at the gold ring, touched. “I can't accept..."

  "Would you like to go over my knee instead?” he warned, his eyes twinkling.

  She grinned and nodded. “I think I'd like that."

  He rolled his eyes. “I think I've created a monster. Take my ring.” Lucien's hands stroked down her back, tracing her form, and squeezed her bottom.

  He growled, smacking her ass playfully.

  "What are you doing to me, Lucien?” she murmured.

  "Playing with my love slave,” he said, spanking her again.

  "You're driving me crazy,” she said with a gasp.

  "Good. It's mutual."

  "I remember when I thought you weren't real."

  "How about now?” he asked, surging into her.

  "Oh yeah,” she mumured. “You're the real deal."

  He thrust into her a final time as her orgasm pushed him over the edge.

  Lucien held her tight as their heartbeats slowed in tandem. Though he knew she'd hate him for it, he willed her into a deep sleep, his body still joined intimately with her. He'd put Chemise in a safe place while he dealt with Zander; he'd protect her at all costs. He sighed and did the one thing he'd vowed never to do: he called in his last favor with the goddess.

  He conjured his pendant out of midair and scooped Chemise into his arms as he stood. He dressed them with a blink and thought of Isis. Moments later, they were standing in the audience room of her palace. As usual, his clothes vanished, and he felt the chill of the cold marble floor.

&nbs
p; Isis, seated on her throne, glared down at Lucien with Chemise in his arms. Isis always stripped him when he appeared before her; that was just one of her ways of humbling him. He stood before her without bowing. “I need your protection."

  The air around Lucien crackled with her outrage. She glowered imperiously down at Chemise in his arms. He noticed her furtive glance around the empty hall as her servants retreated. She was afraid of being caught with her secret plaything.

  "How dare you bring this mortal before me ... slave."

  "I'm calling in my last favor.” He watched her eyes narrow with calculation and was repulsed. How could he ever have found her attractive? He much preferred the warm and tender woman in his arms.

  "What will you give me?"

  His mouth quirked into a sarcastic smile. She always demanded her pound of flesh. He held out his hand, and her pendant appeared in his grasp. “I'll give you back your love gift. You wouldn't want Ra to know you gave it to a mere mortal."

  She sucked in a breath. “You dare to threaten me."

  Hell, he didn't have time to argue with her. “No. I'm just stating a fact.” Chemise stirred in his arms, and he stroked her back, renewing the sleeping spell.

  "What do you want from me?” she asked, intrigued.

  "Protect my beloved while I battle Zander. And give me your word that after it's over, she will be safe."

  "That bastard—I was forced to banish him."

  "Let me guess: he was starting fires again."

  "I should have killed him,” Isis said bitterly.

  "But that would have attracted too much attention."

  She arched a raven dark brow. “You ask so little. You do not ask for your life?"

  He held Chemise tighter. “She is my life.” He watched her roll her eyes at the sentiment; he knew she would never understand.

  "What do I care? You'll destroy each other, and I'll be rid of you both.” She regally inclined her head. “I'll protect your plaything while you go on your fool's quest."

  * * * *

  Chemise woke in a strange bed. She looked around at the thick limestone walls in shock. Where was she? And more importantly, where was Lucien? Had Zander found a way to separate them?

  "You're awake,” a woman said from a dark corner of the room.