Aliya Baban and the Cave of Pleasure

by Melinda Barron

  She took a step toward him, putting her hands on her hips. “I believe I was promised a reward, with nuts.”

  “Yes, you were.” He kissed her then, long and deep, his hand cupping the back of her head and pulling her close to him, his tongue invading her mouth.

  She tried to pull back, but he held her firm, exploring the depths of her mouth until she moaned around him. When he finally lifted his lips from hers, he kept their faces close, his breath hot on her skin.

  “You like it hard and fast, Aliya. But I’m going to teach you to take it slow, to enjoy playing and getting to know your lover for more than what his body can give you.”

  “Isn’t that what you’re about, though? Pleasure? After all, your club is called The Cave of Pleasure. Do people fuck there?”

  “Yes.”

  “Information I’m sure the vice squad would love to have.”

  “They’d never be able to prove it. After all, I can make things disappear, and transport them through space, remember?”

  “Tell me exactly what happens there. Do you fulfill fantasies, or what?”

  He stepped back and gave her an appraising look, and then the room dissolved around them, and they were standing in his office at the club. The room spun and she reached out to grab his arm for support.

  “It gets better each time. Relax and it’ll go away soon.”

  “A little warning would be nice.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  “That’s your demon side, right? You enjoy tormenting me?”

  “As a matter of fact, yes, I do.” He took a step back and assessed her jeans and sweater. A wave of his hand turned them into the harem pants and bra she’d worn that morning. “Shall we take a tour?”

  “While I’m wearing this? What if I see someone I know?”

  His wink made her slap out at his arm, but he sidestepped her, twirling her around and wrapping his arms around her stomach until her back was flush with his front. She fought to hide the feelings of desire such contact brought to her insides.

  “Behave, or we’ll visit the room where naughty girls go.” He moved a hand up to cup a breast and she moaned. When his finger slipped under the material and captured her nipple, the moan turned into a deep groan.

  “Matuse.”

  “We’ll take our tour, and then I’ll give you your reward, but only if you behave.”

  “That’s unfair. I’ve already earned it, and now you’re trying to take it away from me.”

  “No, I’m just trying to keep you in line.”

  Aliya shook her head. “Well, then let’s go, because I want my reward as soon as possible.”

  They stepped out of his office into the outer room where she’d first met him. Various people mingled about, talking and laughing. They were all dressed in minimal clothing, and Aliya wondered how many of them were Djinn.

  “All of them,” Matuse replied to her silent query. “They’re waiting for assignments, either long term or short term. The short-term assignments can be carried out here, in rooms that can be decorated in any manner the guest wants. The long-term assignments can be carried out in the real world, as yours is, or at the Desires of the Lamp house outside town, where all the unemployed Djinn live.”

  “Unemployed?”

  “Yes, those between assignments. The house also has larger rooms that can be used for things like orgies, or more elaborate transformations.”

  “Fascinating. So, you could do anything?”

  “Yes. Any fantasy you have in mind can be fulfilled.”

  Aliya raised her eyebrows, then quickly tried to shield her mind. She could tell from the look on Matuse’s face that her efforts had been for naught, though, and that he knew exactly what she’d been thinking.

  Part of her was relieved, but the other part was angry when he didn't respond. Still, she hadn’t expected him to. She was there for punishment, not for pleasure. Even though she knew she was about to receive pleasure, he’d made it clear that it would be on his terms, and not hers.

  So much for fulfilling fantasies, she thought, then yelped when there was an invisible pinch on her behind.

  “Perhaps later in the month,” Matuse replied. “Your idea is very intriguing. But for now, let’s just take a walk and see what’s here, shall we? I need to do a walk-through to be sure everything is on the up-and-up, anyway.”

  They went down the stairs where she received a knowing grin from the bouncer who’d urged her to hurry up the stairs a few days ago.

  As they moved through the club, she took in the surroundings with a different eye. She knew the people there didn’t know that some of those around them were immortals, there to grant pleasures, or in her case, to set things to right.

  “How do they get a person upstairs?” She moved close to Matuse, touching his arm and then pulling back with a frown. “When did you change?”

  He now wore low-slung purple pants and his chest was bare. The gold circlets were around his biceps again.

  “Earlier,” he said vaguely, turning her to the right instead of to the left.

  They came to a second staircase and ascended. At the top, a bouncer stepped aside and winked at Aliya.

  “Are these the sex rooms?” She tried, and failed, to keep her voice even.

  “Yes.”

  She stared around her at the closed doors. As she did, windows appeared and she got a peek inside each room as she passed. “Do these people know everyone can see them?”

  “Not everyone can see them. Only us. Except for the voyeur room, of course. In that case, they know they’re being watched. And they’re very happy about it. Sometimes, though, I just take a peak inside the other rooms to make sure everything is to my satisfaction.”

  “Does that make you a voyeur?”

  “That makes me a conscientious manager.”

  “You must be high in the Djinn ranks.” He didn’t answer her, and they stopped in front of a room where a woman watched a couple having sex. “Who’s the Djinni?”

  “The dark-haired woman who’s watching. She’s working with a married couple who have been having trouble with their sex life. She’s helping them to rediscover the wonder of each other.”

  She looked across the hall where another threesome’s moans floated through the air. “Another marriage counseling session?”

  “No, just a horny woman who wanted two men at once. My two Djinn were happy to oblige her.”

  “Your two Djinn? Exactly what do you—?”

  “The voyeur room is at the end of the hall, and the doorway next to it is a portal to the house in the country, and the orgie room.”

  She shook her head in confusion. “Why do you need a portal when you can travel by magic?”

  “Because very few of the humans who come through here realize we’re magical beings. They don’t realize that when they go into the orgy room that they’re actually being transported to a different space entirely.”

  “Sorta like false advertising, huh? They think they’re in the Cave of Pleasure, but they’re really not.”

  “No, the house is an extension of the cave.” He stepped closer, wrapping her in his arms. “Would you like to observe for a while, or maybe go to the house?”

  “Not really. I’m worked up enough as it is. You promised me a reward, didn’t you?”

  “Why yes, I did. I think…” His words trailed off when Paran appeared, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a loose linen shirt.

  Aliya frowned at him and he laughed heartily.

  “Relax, she-devil. I wanted to talk to Matuse.” He moved behind her so that she was sandwiched between them. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist.

  She tried to pull away from him. “Let me go, please.”

  He’d placed his hands flat on her stomach, and began teasing her with his fingers. “You’re so tense. Just trying to help you loosen up a little.”

  “What is it that you want?” She was disconcerted by the fact that Matuse didn’t try to push Paran away
from her. Both of them stroked her, Paran her stomach and Matuse her shoulders. She’d never thought about anything like this, and she found that she actually enjoyed it, which frightened her a little.

  “You need to move her to the last spot.” Paran’s voice was deep. He pressed himself into her back. Aliya moaned at the contact.

  “What? Why? That’s not a good plan.” Matuse moved forward, pressing the three of them together. Her nipples peaked and her clit tingled in response. This was very nice.

  “I need more time. I have another assignment that starts in two days, and I won’t be ready for at least two weeks. Push her till the end.”

  Their words broke the delicious spell that was wrapping itself around her. “Push who? Are you two talking about me?”

  “No,” they replied in unison.

  “Very well,” Matuse said. “I only hope it doesn’t mess anything up. I’d hoped to have time to smooth over ruffled feathers after that one

  “Stop talking about me as if I’m not here!”

  “We’re not talking about you,” Matuse said.

  “You’re talking about my case, and it’s the same thing.” She let out a loud groan as the now familiar feeling of traveling by magic took over her body. When it was over, she found herself in a room that contained a pool table with racks of cues.

  “Rack the balls,” Matuse’s disembodied voice filled the empty space. “I’ll be with you shortly.”

  “These aren’t the balls I wanted to play with,” she said, slapping the table when his laughter rang out. She mumbled to herself as she racked them and went to pick out a cue.

  “Somehow this wasn’t a game I thought you’d be proficient at.”

  She turned to Matuse, who stood studying the table. “Please. You studied my life, didn’t you? I went to college, and I’ve played enough to know how the game works. Still, I expected something different tonight.”

  “Really? What?”

  His innocent look made her sneer. “Let’s just play, shall we?”

  “Why don’t you tell me what you expected?”

  “Well…” her voice trailed off and she looked at his crotch. “You know.”

  “No, I don’t. Tell me.”

  “Your balls, okay? That’s what I expected as my reward.”

  He walked around the table slowly, sliding the cue ball along the felt as he did. When he reached her, their gazes locked. Heat built in Aliya’s stomach, spreading to her nipples, and to her core, where wetness had begun to form.

  “There are all sorts of balls we could play with. The pool balls, my balls, or even, these balls.” He held up his hand. Two gleaming metal balls rested in his palm. “Ever play pool with something hard and round nestled inside your tight pussy?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  When he caressed her shoulder with his free hand, she shivered. “Bend over the table.”

  “Matuse, I…”

  “Now.” The commanding tone of his voice increased her trembling. She bent over, moving back a bit when he tugged on her hips. “Lay your palms flat on the table and spread your legs.”

  There was silence for a few seconds, and then he reached under her and cupped her pussy, gently stroking it with his fingers. When he pulled her pants down, baring her to him, she moaned softly.

  “So wet for me. I like that.”

  She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t for him, that she liked sex and would be wet for anyone, but she didn’t. Still, she knew he’d heard the thought.

  “Not this month,” he said. “This month you’re all mine.”

  He parted her lips and stroked her deeper, his fingers gentle against her swollen folds. When he placed the first ball against her opening, she gasped loudly.

  “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  “That’s it, she-devil. Beg me for them.” He pushed it inside.

  “Oh please, yes.” She shuddered in delight as he pushed it further into her entrance.

  “You can do better than that.” He removed the ball and she groaned.

  “Matuse. Please.”

  “Please what? Please you, or me? Playing with your pussy pleases me very much. What would please you right now? Tell me.”

  “It would please me to…” she stopped speaking and shivered as he stroked her opening with the ball. “It’s heavy.”

  “Yes, they’re solid. Once I insert them both, you’ll have to work at keeping them inside you. Your contractions will move them around and keep you stimulated while we play. And I’ll love watching your face, and your twitches. The sharp catches in your breath as they move inside you, the look of desire in your eyes. And I’ll adore knowing that you’re very, very close to orgasm throughout our game. Now, finish what you were saying.”

  “It would please me to have the balls inside me. Please.” She tried to keep her tone even and smooth, but it was hard. Her clit twitched in need, and when he pushed the ball back inside, she thought she would come from the excitement alone.

  The second ball slipped inside her and an intense fullness took over the bottom half of her body. She moved her hips and the balls moved inside her, and when Matuse pulled her pants back up, she threw back her head and begged him not to.

  “Please, can’t we just fuck?”

  The room shimmered and the sounds of pool balls clacking and people talking filled the space.

  Aliya stared around in disbelief. “Have we been in the public room the whole time?”

  “Yes, you have,” Paran said from the end of the table where he floated. “And I was getting bored waiting, although I enjoyed the look on your face when the balls went in. Very nice. And such naughty words out of your sweet mouth. They should have been directed at me, you know. I would give you what you want.”

  From behind her, Matuse growled. She turned to him, pulling back at the feral look on his face.

  “Fine,” Paran waved off. “I’ll bide my time. But you’re taking too long.” He stood at the end of the table, a pool cue in his hand. “Would you like to break, she-devil?”

  “I’m playing you?”

  “Yes.” Matuse floated by and she backed up. The quick steps moved the balls, and waves of pleasure spread through her body.

  “Oh. I don’t know if I can…”

  “You’ll play Paran, and I’ll watch you, very carefully. If the balls come out, you get a spanking.”

  “You’re way too excited about that idea,” Aliya said, shifting her body and loving the feel of the weight sliding inside her.

  “What’s the bet?” Paran picked up the cue ball and tossed it to Aliya.

  She caught it and tested its weight in her hand. “Bet?”

  “For the winner. If I win, I want a blowjob. If you win, I get to lick your sweet little pussy. Deal?”

  “I think that sounds fair,” Matuse said. “As a matter of fact, I like that idea.”

  “Excuse me! Don’t I have a say in this?”

  “No,” they responded in unison.

  Matuse stepped toward her. “Don’t pretend to be a shrinking violet. You’re no innocent, Aliya.”

  She pushed her finger into Matuse’s chest. “I don’t like you.” Then she pointed at Paran. “Or you.”

  “Please,” Matuse said in disgust. “You’re angry that you can’t run all over us, or control us like you do everyone else in your life. For once, someone has control over you, and you can’t stand it.”

  “That’s right. This sucks.” She slammed the cue ball onto the table and pushed it toward the other end.

  “You’d better break,” Paran warned. “If you refuse to play, I’ll consider it a forfeit and claim my prize whether you like it or not. But I guarantee, you’ll like it.”

  She strode to the other end of the table, trying to ignore the fantastic sensations that spread through her body with each step. She wasn’t a fantastic pool player, but she’d played enough to be fairly good. She’d just lined up the cue, preparing to break, when a thought occurred to her. She stood and held her stick in f
ront of her, tapping the end of it against the floor.

  “No magic.” Paran gave her a wounded look and she shook her head. “I’m serious. If you win, it’s by skill and not magic. Promise me, both of you.”

  They both held up a hand and muttered the word promise. She gave them a stern look, then broke the rack, sinking a stripe.

  She sunk another ball on the second shot, but missed the third when she wiggled her behind, and the balls inside her moved. She hissed in pleasure, the sensation increasing and spreading when Matuse’s hands stroked her back as he hovered near her. The balls moved again, and she knew it was Matuse’s magic that made them shimmy. She threw back her head and groaned, breathing heavily when both men stroked a breast.

  “There’s nothing more beautiful than an aroused woman,” Paran said. “Perhaps we should forgo the game. The way I see it, I win either way.”

  “No. I want to finish,” she whispered.

  “Suit yourself.” Paran sank three balls, and then missed a fourth.

  The balls twirled inside her, rolling around each other and making her buck her hips in delight. She grasped the table and bent her head to the felt as an orgasm overtook her. She thought she would lose one of her new toys, but she grasped it firmly, and a second wave of pleasure spread through her body. When it had ebbed, she lifted her head.

  The two demons stood at the end of the table, watching her with wicked smiles.

  Matuse fingered a block of chalk. “Would you like to come again? Or would you like to finish the game?”

  Her breathing was heavy, but she straightened and bit her lip. “I’m not giving up.”

  She missed her next shot, then stood, dumfounded while Paran ran the rest of the table.

  Her pussy clenched around the balls as they moved again. Matuse came up behind her and stroked her hips.

  She leaned back into him. “I need to fuck.”

  “I know, she-devil. But first, you have to pay your debt.” He pulled her head back gently and kissed the nape of her neck, sliding his tongue over her collarbone. “Look. Paran has something for you.”

  She turned her eyes down to where Paran lay on the table. He was naked, propped up on one elbow just enough so that he could see her and still keep the shot glass sitting on his stomach level. His free hand stroked his cock, which was already hard.