by james
“Somehow, I knew you would.”
Bast’s cat-like grin unnerved Kira. There was something weird about the woman. Something…mystical. And creepy.
“In order to use the vibrator, you must say the incantation.” One glossy gold
nail tapped the symbols on the box’s lid.
“I thought I turned on the button.”
“Incantation first. You only have to speak it once. After that, you merely
press the button.”
Kira peered at the squiggles, dots, and lines. “I can’t read whatever this is.”
“The English translation is inside the box.”
“Should I light some incense and wear a white robe?”
“If you wish.”
“I wasn’t serious.”
Bast’s brows rose, but her gaze was steady, intent, and serious.
Yep. This chick was a 10 on the creep-o-meter scale. Kira cleared her throat.
“So what does it take to buy this thing? Firstborns? Or do you take credit cards?” “I haven’t taken a firstborn for payment since the twelfth century. A credit card will do nicely.” Kira took the box and followed Bast to the cash register. She paid for the Great Smenkare with her never-used Visa. Bast gave her a black plastic bag with The Lust Bastion emblazoned in gold swirls across it. “Be sure and tell your friends about us.” “Yeah. I’ll do that.” When it snows in hell.
* * * * *
When Kira arrived at her apartment, she found her co-worker Todd Groman standing next to her door. So much for the security entrance and announcement buzzer visitors were supposed to use to enter the building.
“Here for your porn mag? How’d you know I took it?”
Todd’s gleaming smile dimmed. “What mag?”
“Never mind. What do you want?”
He held out a rose. “I’ve been thinking about you. I know we didn’t part on
the best of terms last weekend.” Surprised by the gesture, she put down her bag and accepted the rose. “You mean when you fucked me and left five minutes after it was over? I didn’t even
get dinner.” “I brought wine.” “Yeah, the screw cap was a nice touch.” She stuck the rose in her Emporium
sack then turned and unlocked her door. Like a chastised puppy, Todd followed her inside. “I want to make it up to you.” He glanced at her bag. “You go shopping?” “No, I collect logo bags from stores.” Todd sighed, his handsome face looking woeful. “How about a movie? Or coffee?”
She paused, her heart picking up its pace. Could it be that Todd hadn’t used her for sex last Saturday? Sure, he got her plowed with cheap wine, then he really plowed her, but she’d been willing enough. He’d been a jerk to leave so soon after they finished and a bigger jerk at work when he ignored her every time they passed in the hallways. Rumor was that he was seeing Nanette, the
receptionist. She had big boobs and a tiny brain and a full social calendar through the year 2029.
“You want to go on a date?” she clarified. “Movies, popcorn, and Junior Mints?”
“You want snacks, too?”
“Cheapskate.”
Todd laughed, but the sound rang false. “I was just kidding. Of course you can have some popcorn.”
Kira thought about the evening she’d planned on the way home from The Lust Bastion. She was going to order Chinese food, light every candle in her home, run a hot bath, and initiate her new toy. Just thinking about putting the Great Smenkare between her thighs made her wet.
Damn, she was horny.
She looked at Todd. He was a nice-looking guy. He worked out so he didn’t have an ounce of beer belly. He was tall, tanned, and when he smiled, a single dimple graced the corner of his mouth. It hadn’t been so bad between them. He had a nice-sized cock and she sure could use one of those right now. She tucked the bag under her coffee table and put her purse on top of it. Her keys jangled as she tossed them down, too.
“Why don’t we skip the movies?” She removed her light jacket and unbuttoned her blouse.
Todd’s grin lit a fire in her belly. He followed her into the bedroom then shucked his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed to take of his socks. By the time she’d taken off her blouse and pants, Todd was completely naked, his cock already half-hard.
She crooked her finger. Her body tingled with anticipation as Todd walked to her.
“Let’s go, stud.”
Two minutes later, Kira was having really lousy sex.
Stuck on her hands and knees while Todd thrust into her pussy and occasionally slapped her ass, she pressed her face into the pillow and prayed for suffocation. Her knees and palms felt rubbed raw against the cheap cotton sheets. She needed new sheets. Silk ones. Maybe she’d get a whole new bed, too.
“Oh baby. Oh…oh!”
Todd reached around and clumsily rubbed her clit. She gritted her teeth at the ineffective effort. If only he’d come and get off her.
She bit her lip, feeling guilty. It was a miracle her good-looking co-worker had even noticed her. She should feel grateful Todd was in her bed instead of that vapid Nanette’s. She needed to relax. Get into the groove and try to enjoy herself.
She thrust up her hips and matched his rhythm, adding a deep moan for effect.
“Yeah. You like that, don’t you, honey?”
I need to balance my checkbook.
His thrusts were harder, faster.
When’s the last time I washed my car?
“Oh God, Nanette. I’m coming!
Kira grimaced as Todd grabbed her hips and rammed into her as he came. His fingers bit into her skin, his cock throbbed inside her. Seconds later, he pulled out, removed the condom, and slipped off the bed. Kira collapsed onto the pillow, angry tears wetting her face.
“That was great, Kira.”
She rolled over and stared in disbelief as Todd put on his Dockers and knit shirt.
“Where are you going?”
“I can’t stay, babe.” His regretful smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ll call
you.”
She sat up, pulling the pillow across her chest. “You yelled Nanette’s name.”
“Did I?” Todd tucked his socks into his pockets and slipped his feet inside
his loafers. “Look, Kira, I’m not looking for a serious relationship. I thought you realized that this was just some…entertainment.”
“Really? Shouldn’t I get a tip?”
He grinned. “I gave you more than just the tip, sweetheart.” He tucked his wallet into his back pocket and smoothed his hair with his hands. “I’ll see you at the office. Thanks.” He winked and left the bedroom.
She listened to him walk through her living room then heard him open and close her apartment door.
That prick.
Kira felt like the stupidest woman alive. He’d come over to get screwed and had dangled the offer of a movie like a carrot to a starving bunny. She fell against the bed and rubbed the hot tears from her face. Todd was a prick in a long line of pricks. Men wanted women for one reason—to fuck.
Before Todd, there’d been Hank. Hank was the water guy who serviced her building. And, apparently, the women in the building. One day, he’d delivered more than her water bottles. He hadn’t cared that she wore her cucumber mask or that her hair was in curlers or that she was wearing her oldest terry cloth robe. She’d let him take her against the wall. She’d halfway enjoyed that encounter. At least Hank had given her an orgasm before leaving. When he didn’t call…when
he didn’t even bring her fuckin’ water the next week, she cancelled the service and threw away that stupid robe.
Before Hank, she’d dated the computer geek from down the hall. A month after they’d started going out, he invited her to his apartment and attempted a clumsy seduction. At the time, she’d thought his efforts cute. He’d been a rotten lay, too, but he cuddled with her until dawn. He moved out the next week without leaving a forwarding address.
Kira dragged herself from the bed an
d into her bathroom. Her body felt sore and cranky. Todd had gotten his release, but she hadn’t. She wasn’t sure she had the energy to finish the job herself. She looked in the mirror at her smeared make-up and red, puffy eyes. “You’re pathetic.”
Maybe she’d have better luck with women. Kira considered the idea of becoming a lesbian as she turned on the hot water and drew a bath. The two ladies she’d met in The Lust Bastion’s parking lot seemed happy. She lit the candles around the tub’s rim then opened a bottle of rose water. The sweet scent tickled her nose. She poured it into the tub. After capping the bottle and returning it to the shelf, she picked up some bubble beads and tossed them into the churning water.
Hmmm. A woman probably wouldn’t screw over another woman, would she? Kira imagined herself suckling another woman’s tits, touching another woman’s pussy…how would it feel?
Nah.
She grabbed her bath pillow, slid into the tub, and sighed as the water covered her body with soft heat. She leaned against her pillow and thought about the perfect man. The perfect sex slave. A man who would do whatever she said, whenever she wanted, and however she desired. He wouldn’t lie to her. He wouldn’t call out another woman’s name when they made love. And he would never, ever break her heart.
She shifted in the tub. The water lapped over her breasts, slipped between her thighs, and tickled her sensitive neck. It felt almost like a lover’s touch. She slid her hands along her rib cage and cupped her own breasts. They tingled with the need to be touched, to be suckled. The ache of desire lodged between her thighs, her throbbing clit a reminder that Todd hadn’t give her an orgasm. She pinched her own nipples and gasped with the pleasure that zapped her to the core.
Her hand slid through her pubic hair and covered her mound; she slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, all the while using her other hand to pinch one nipple then the other. She writhed against her hand, the water surrounding her, sensitizing her skin with its movement. She slipped a third finger into her slick wet heat, and stroked faster, deeper.
She pressed her palm against her clit as she felt the pulsing of her vagina around her fingers, but though the attention felt good, her body hypersensitive to the sensations of the water and her hands, she didn’t feel too orgasmic yet.
Then she remembered her toy.
The Great Smenkare.
She got out of the tub so fast, half the water splashed out. She took a moment
to dry herself because, knowing her luck, she’d electrocute herself with the vibrator and die wet and naked on her couch.
Throbbing, aching, and horny as hell, she hurried to the living room and tore through the bag she’d tucked under the coffee table. With trembling hands, she opened the box and took out the gold vibrator. She lay down on the couch, pushed the vibrator’s little black button, and spread her legs.
Nothing happened.
Kira opened her eyes and sat up. She pushed the button again.
Nada.
She shook it, jiggled it, and gave it a hand job.
“What the hell is—” Then she remembered the incantation.
She dug through the box until she found a small piece of paper wrapped like
a tiny parchment scroll. She untied it, rolled it open on her thigh, and read the words.
CHAPTER TWO
“Fuck me.”
Smenkare did as his mistress bade him, slipping between her thighs and entering her wet heat with a rough, penetrating stroke. The leather strap around his neck chafed his skin, but the rattle of the chains that kept him a prisoner of the four-poster bed chafed his pride. Sweat dripped from his brow; his lips and tongue were sore from suckling the bitch’s nipples and pussy. He wished for her
death.
A thousand times he wished for her death.
“Harder, slave,” she hissed, smacking him on the ass.
He complied. She slapped his ass again, then kneaded his buttocks with hard
fingers as her long nails dug into his flesh.
He hated this woman. She’d been a cruel mistress, a soulless creature with insatiable appetites for sex and humiliation. But even as his hatred coursed
through him, he felt the building of his own pleasure, the rising crest of orgasm.
“Faster, my darling. Faster. Oh God! Fuck me, baby.”
Her hands slid to his hips and she urged him deeper into her pussy. She bucked against him, her whispered words of pleasure turning to a scream as she came, her body arcing against his. As her orgasm faded, he pulled out, knowing the action would anger her, and emptied his hot seed between her breasts. He watched with satisfaction as come dripped down her neck.
“Goddamn it! You prick!” His mistress struggled out from beneath him, rolling off the bed, and stomping into the bathroom. “You’ll pay for that, slave.”
Smenkare collapsed against the silk sheets and grinned. This small rebellion was worth the whipping he’d receive. It wasn’t that his mistress cared about being sprayed with his seed. No, she hated when he did anything without her express permission. She made him beg for his food, for his sleep, for his own pleasure.
Him! A prince of Egypt forced to degrade and humiliate himself for this common woman.
He watched the bathroom door, seething at his helplessness. Finally his mistress appeared, a cat o’ nine tails in her hand.
“You’ve been naughty.” Her slow smile was malicious.
He turned away from her, preparing his body for another battering. His mistress loved to hurt him, loved it when he bled, sweated, raged. This was no
game between lovers. They did not love each other. They did not even like each other. He hated her with every breath in his being. But his choice had long ago been taken away. Women chose him. And he obeyed their whims because three millennia ago he’d dared to defy a goddess.
“Watch me,” she commanded.
Reluctantly, he turned his head and watched her sashay across the room. She rubbed her breasts with the whip and let it drop between her legs as she approached the bed.
Bright light assailed the room, bathing the torture-chamber bedroom in an almost angelic glow. Smenkare felt the familiar tingling pull, the sense of rushing through space and time as he faded from the bed.
The last sound he heard was the bitch’s frustrated scream.
* * * * *
“Okay.” Kira tossed the scroll onto the coffee table. She peered at the vibrator and gave its tip a kiss for good luck. Wow. It felt just like human flesh, warm and soft and almost pulsing with life. “Now make me happy, damn it, or it’s back to the store for you!”
This time when she pushed the button, the vibrator worked. Closing her eyes, she settled onto the couch again and allowed a fantasy to unfold as she slid the vibrator down her pussy and rubbed it along her clit.
A man appeared between her legs. He was tall and muscled with caramel skin and dark-as-sin eyes. His hair was black, soft as a raven’s wing, tied behind his neck with a leather thong. He was gloriously naked, his big cock hard and ready.
He bent close to her and whispered, “What do you wish of me, mistress?”
“Love me,” she commanded.
“But how?” His smile was sly. “There are so many ways to love a woman as beautiful as you are.”
She blushed at the compliment. No one had ever called her beautiful before.
“Tell me what you want, my mistress.”
“I want…” She hesitated. What did she want? “I want tenderness.”
“As you wish.”
His head dipped down and he took her mouth in a gentle caress, his breath skirting her lips. Only when her mouth was pliant, willing, did he deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers. His hand slipped through her hair then lowered to cup her jaw. She reveled in each tender gesture, each slow sensation caused by his patient tending of her. Too soon, he released her mouth.
His lips moved down her throat, lingering at the base. He trailed a path to her breasts, raining tiny kisses
over each of them, cupping them in his hands to bring them closer to his mouth. His warm lips closed over one turgid nipple. She cried out at the contact. He suckled, licked, nipped. Her hands fisted against the couch’s fabric as she arced toward him. He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention, suckling in a way that made her pussy wet and aching.
“Please, I need…”
His hand coasted down her stomach and found the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. He gently pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger,
released the tiny nub, and pinched again.
Kira moaned.
God, this was the best fantasy she’d ever had.
Her dream lover laved her nipples and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She moved in rhythm with his strokes, and pressed his head against her breast, wanting more from him. He bit her nipple, the rough edge of his teeth sending waves of pleasure cresting through her.
“I want you inside me,” she said.
“As you wish, mistress.”
He moved on top of her, parted her thighs, and entered her in one swift stroke. With one hand, he captured her wrists and raised her arms above her head. With the other hand, he steadied himself over her. His cock filled her, his motions slow, steady, and tender. Oh so tender.
“Faster.”
He increased his pace. His obsidian gaze captured hers. “Faster?”
“Yes. Please…oh yes.”
He pounded into her now, his strokes deep and sure. Still he held her wrists,
his thumb pressing against the erratic pulse. She bucked against him, her clit throbbing. “Mistress…” he breathed. A moan escaped his lips and he bent to kiss her neck. “Please, mistress.”
Kira wasn’t sure what he wanted, what he asked. Her body was awash in need, desire. A buzzing climbed her spine then zipped down again, sensation after sensation vibrated from her core.
The orgasm burst inside her, so brilliant, so pure, she screamed, caught in a web of pleasure that crisscrossed her entire being.
Her dream lover stilled, his expression unreadable. “What does my mistress wish now?”