Aliya Baban and the Cave of Pleasure

by Melinda Barron

  “That’s it, my sweet Aliya, that’s it.”

  “But I’m not sweet.” She wasn’t sure where she’d found the strength to speak. She opened her eyes and looked down to where he continued to lick and suck at her breasts and nipples.

  “But you are so very sweet. Like… chocolate.”

  They both laughed and his lips moved from her breasts to her neck, his tongue grazing over her flesh. When his lips traveled to her cheek, and then to her lips, she pulled back.

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “No, please.”

  “Let me kiss you, Aliya.”

  “No. It’s my fantasy. Please.” For a moment, she thought he might pull away from her. Their gazes locked and then a look of resignation came into his eyes. He nodded slightly, then moved his lips back to her cheek and over to her ear. She ran her fingers up his bare back, reveling in the moans her movements brought.

  When he grasped her robe and inched it up her body, she wiggled her hips to help him. He stopped every inch or so, caressing her skin through the material, stroking her body until she gasped in pleasure. Then, he would start again, sliding it up her body. His slow pace almost drove her insane. She wanted to scream at him to hurry, to get it off her and to fuck her, now.

  Her body was on fire, her nipples taut and her womb clenching in desire. Her clit throbbed as he pressed his thigh into hers, pushing them apart and rubbing the hard muscle up and down her folds.

  “Oh, Matuse. Please, fuck me. I can’t take much more.”

  “I’ll fuck you, sweet one, when you kiss me.” His voice was breathy, and increased her shivers.

  “That’s blackmail.”

  “Yes, it is. We demons are known for doing such things.”

  She licked her lips, then quickly pressed them against his, ending the kiss almost as quickly as it has started.

  “There. Now fuck me.” She bucked her hips in invitation, crying out in frustration when he moved his own hips further back.

  “Oh, no. I want a real kiss. I want a soft, sweet meeting of our lips, a lingering touch that involves your tongue, and mine, mating together inside your mouth.”

  “Matuse, you’re killing me.”

  “But it’s such a sweet idea, isn’t it? Our lips, joining together. Kiss me, Aliya. It’s the only way to get what you want. Kiss me.”

  His lips hovered inches away from her own, as if in invitation. Her breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding almost painfully. Kissing led to intimacy, which was a bad thing, wasn’t it? She didn’t want to be intimate with him. What happened when he left? And he was leaving. The time frame was already set.

  “Matuse, I…”

  The gown was above her hips now, her naked flesh pressing against his hard cock, which throbbed against her mons. If she moved just slightly, he would be inside her and that’s what she wanted. That’s all she wanted.

  Still, she lay frozen in place, her gaze focused on his lips.

  “Kiss me, she-devil.”

  She put her lips on his, making sure to let them linger for a few seconds before breaking the kiss. The contact made her head swim and her fingers tingle.

  “Again.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate. She kept her lips on his longer, moving hers slightly, mixing with the moisture of his own. She broke the kiss, but didn’t wait for another invitation. She claimed his mouth again, pressing against him as his tongue gently pushed against her lips. She opened for him and he moved inside, licking her tongue until her own began to move against his.

  She didn’t want to end the kiss now. The feelings of pleasure coursing through her were stronger than anything else she’d ever felt. He was moving his hips in time to their tongues, and when he entered her, she groaned into his mouth.

  His thrust was deep and smooth. When he slid out, and then back in, she grasped his hips between her legs, holding him tight as he caressed her insides with his hard cock. He kept their lips together as they rocked in unison, and she didn’t complain. They kissed and loved until Matuse rolled them over, pushing her up and holding her hips tightly between his hands.

  “Ride me, she-devil. Love me.”

  Aliya’s movements were tentative at first, rocking back and forth as his hardness caressed her G-spot. As the pressure inside her built, so did her movements. She ran her hands up and down her sides, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples through the soft material as Matuse stroked her hips.

  When the pleasure grabbed hold, she leaned over and put her hands on his shoulders, riding him hard.

  “Come for me. Clasp yourself around me and come, come hard.”

  As the words left his mouth, one hand strayed form her hip to her clit. He rubbed it gently, pushing the nub into her soft flesh, rubbing it up and down. Aliya soared, her orgasm flooding her body with waves of bliss.

  She collapsed onto him, claiming his lips in a hard kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue as he continued to fondle her. She felt him throb and release inside her, she deepened the kiss, wanting to take all of him.

  When it was over, she looked down at him as he gazed back at her, his eyes tender and full of love. Her heartbeat quickened and she lifted back to her knees, trying to grasp his hands and remove them from her hips, where they had settled once again.

  “No. Stay, Aliya. Let me stay inside you for a while. Lie back down on me.”

  Her mind said to tell him no, but her body said yes.

  She lay down, putting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her breasts into his chest. She could still feel his cock pulsing inside her.

  “Matuse.”

  “Yes?” He trailed his fingers up and down her back.

  “What happens when you leave? I’m afraid I won’t be able to do things like stand up to my mother if you’re not right there.”

  “You can always come and see me here,” he said softly. “Just because our month is over, it doesn’t mean I’m leaving you completely. I’ll check back in, from time to time.”

  “And if I’m bad?”

  “Then I’ll have to spank you, won’t I?”

  She shivered in his arms. “Do I really have to work with Anya and Jessica?”

  “Yes. Consider it restitution.”

  She laughed softly. “They’re going to hate it, you know.”

  “You might be surprised, she-devil. In fact, I know you will be.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Despite Matuse’s assurances that things would be fine, Aliya was very nervous as she waited in the conference room at Phil Tyson’s advertising agency. The receptionist had been less than cordial as she showed Aliya into the room and offered her coffee.

  She had noticed the look on the receptionist’s face, though, when she’d first noticed Aliya’s extra pounds. She was sure the woman was calling all her co-workers to go by the conference room and see how the “bitch had ballooned out.”

  Now, she fiddled with a pencil and waited, looking out the window at the Manhattan skyline. Things had changed so much since she’d left and gone to work for H&H. She’d thought things would be so perfect, but they hadn’t been. Nicholas had treated her the same way he had treated Anya. When he had done it to Anya, she’d thought it was funny. Now, she didn’t. There had to be some way to give him his comeuppance, to show him you couldn’t treat people the way he did.

  And of course, there was her mother. She had to find some way to make amends there, to let her mother know she did love her, but things had to change. Aliya had allowed her mother to control her appearance way past her teens, and was doing it even now. Still, she didn’t want to lose her mother. There had to be something she could do to patch things up.

  And last, there was Matuse. Making love with him had been the most extraordinary thing she’d ever experienced. The way he’d stroked her, both inside and out. And the way he’d kissed her. She closed her eyes and imagined his lips on hers, gently moving and caressing her, his tongue probing inside her.


  She never allowed her lovers to kiss her. Never. She didn’t want the emotions that came with a kiss. But she’d screwed up and let Matuse in. Now, she wanted him even more than before. A situation that was sure to leave her heart in ribbons when he left, which would occur in less than two weeks.

  She had three apologies to make still: Anya, Jessica and Moreen. Two of them she’d be working with on this project. She knew the apologies had to be heartfelt, and right now, they were. She felt terrible remorse for the way she’d treated these women in the past. Now that she knew why, she planned on never, ever doing anything like that again.

  “Aliya?”

  She tore her gaze from the skyline and looked to where Anya stood in the doorway.

  “Hi.” She stood and blinked. “Wow, Anya, you’re positively glowing.”

  “Thanks. I’m pregnant.”

  Aliya’s mouth opened in surprise. “Wow. Congratulations. Do you know which one, I mean, who’s, um…”

  “The father? Both of them. I’m having twins. A boy and a girl.”

  “They can do that?”

  “Yes, they can. Of course we don’t tell everyone that.” Anya laughed, then came inside and closed the door. She examined Aliya, then smiled. “Matuse is right. You look great.”

  “Thank you. And, while we’re talking about Matuse, I wanted to say I’m sorry. Really, I am. I was such a bitch to you.”

  “Yes, you were.”

  Aliya glanced down, then looked back at Anya. “I really am sorry, though. You believe me, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I do. And I accept your apology. Now we need your skills on this campaign.”

  “How does Jessica feel about working with me?”

  Anya frowned. “She’s not thrilled, but I convinced her you had changed. It’s up to you to make that conviction stick.”

  “I understand.”

  “I hope you do, because I can guarantee you that she won’t take a simple apology like I just did. You’re going to have to work for that one.”

  Aliya nodded. “Thanks for the heads up.”

  Before Anya could respond, the door opened and Jessica came in. She was a medium-sized woman of about thirty-five. Her dark hair was perfectly done, and she looked like she carried about five extra pounds. She greeted Anya with a genuine smile and a handshake, then nodded at Aliya without moving across the room to offer her hand.

  They took a seat at the conference table and Aliya watched Jessica, who focused on Anya as she explained the new business that would be designing clothing for plus-sized women that didn’t make them look like their grandmothers.

  “Our targets are women in their twenties and thirties,” Anya said, “from size sixteen and up. We want a clean, fresh campaign that’s fun and flirty. So, let’s start by throwing some slogan ideas around and see what we come up with, shall we?”

  They worked through the morning, coming up with different slogans and ideas that might draw shoppers to buy the clothes. Then, when it was time for lunch, Anya suggested they go to a local deli to “sit and talk,” instead of working.

  Jessica seemed reluctant at first, but she finally gave in. They walked the three blocks to the deli, placed their orders, and then found a table. When they were seated, Anya immediately got up.

  “I need to go and visit the little girls room. Babies, you know.” She patted her stomach and left the table.

  The two women were silent for a few minutes, and then Aliya cleared her throat. “I like your suit.”

  “Don’t.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t be nice. I have no desire to talk to you, Aliya. I’m doing this as a favor to Anya, and that’s it. I don’t want to have to make small talk with you.”

  “But I was serious. I’m sorry I was so rude to you in the past.”

  “So what? Who cares what you’re sorry about? Let’s just get the job done, and go our separate ways.”

  Aliya fiddled with the straw in her drink. She took a sip, then set the cup back down. At this point in time, she wished she had powers like Matuse so she could look inside Jessica’s mind and see what she was thinking.

  Anya came back and smiled at them both. Then, sensing the tension between them, she started a conversation about the campaign, and which clothes they thought should be used for the upcoming photo shoot.

  * * * *

  “How was your day, dear?” Aliya looked up from the pot she was stirring to find Matuse, naked and standing in her kitchen doorway.

  “Better now.”

  “That’s good to hear.” He stroked his hardness. Aliya moaned softly as her eyes fastened on his hand, then on the head, which swelled under his touch. “Are you cooking again?”

  “Yes. I thought I’d try it. Alfredo sauce. But I think it’s too tough for me.” She licked her lips as he stroked his now fully erect cock.

  “Would you like something else to eat?”

  “What did you have in mind?” She turned off the burner and put down her spoon.

  “Well, I have to work tonight. We’re hosting a rather large orgy for Alois, one of my favorite Djinn. It’s his six hundredth birthday.”

  Aliya started to laugh. “Wow, that would make quite a cake. Talk about a fire hazard.”

  “Would you like to go to the orgy?”

  “No. No offense, but I’m not sure I’m an orgy type of girl.”

  “No, you wouldn’t be, my little control freak. Too many chances of someone talking you into something. You don’t have to participate. We can just watch.” Within seconds, he was next to her, a lewd grin on his face. “Now, that idea, you like. A lot. I can feel your excitement.”

  “Will they know we’re watching?”

  “Would you like to be invisible? I can arrange that.”

  “It sounds so naughty.”

  “It is.” He licked her neck, then gently bit her ear. “Let’s be naughty together.”

  Aliya laughed nervously. It had been such a stressful day trying to get Jessica to talk to her, trying to get her to open up just a little bit. But the woman had refused and Aliya was at a loss as to how she would get Jessica to accept her apology. She thought about asking Matuse for an idea, but decided to figure it out on her own. After all, he wouldn’t be around forever. If she expected to get into her new lifestyle, she needed to learn to think for herself.

  She leaned back into Matuse, and gasped when she found herself floating in mid-air. There was definitely an orgy going on below her, arms and legs were everywhere. The sounds of fucking, sucking and moaning filled the air.

  “This is weird.” She tried to catch her breath. “We’re in the air with nothing to hold on to.”

  “You have me to hold on to. Just relax and watch, enjoy.”

  She tried to relax, but the sexual energy in the room was heavy and seemed to seep up into her body. Matuse was behind her, caressing her back and buttocks.

  “Where did my clothes go?”

  “You were wearing clothes?”

  The amusement in his voice made her shake her head. “Listen you, this isn’t the time for your demon streak to show up.”

  “Oh, but it is. I think it’s way past time.” He slapped her ass and she moaned. “On all fours. Now.”

  His voice was deep and commanding and made her shiver. “But there’s nothing to kneel on, only…”

  He slapped her ass again. “I said now.”

  She did as he asked, putting her hand down where there should be nothing but air, and feeling something very solid, but very invisible. He climbed atop her as if she were a horse, sliding his ass into the small of her back and grabbing a handful of hair.

  He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Would you like it rough.”

  “Yes.”

  Below her, the people were playing, the moans increasing, the fucking becoming more intense. Matuse ground himself into her back. She could feel his balls, hard and tight, rubbing against her skin. She rolled her shoulders and bucked up into him.

  “That’s
it. Try and buck me off.” She moved quicker and harder but he held on, his laughter deep, and wicked. “I’m going to ride you as long as I want. You’re mine.”

  She rolled her hips and tried to dislodge him, then laughed when he slid off her back, her laughter turning onto a deep, hard groan when he entered her in one swift thrust. He pumped her hard, his cock sliding in and out of her wetness as she pushed herself back into him. She focused her gaze on the crowd below her, and was shocked to find someone looking back at her.

  “That man, he can see us.”

  “Yes, he can. That’s Alois, the birthday boy. Say hello, Aliya.”

  “Matuse, you said… oh, oh.”

  Alois was walking toward them now, and Aliya studied him. Tall and muscular, but not as full-bodied as Matuse, his blond hair was straight, and ran down his back to his ass. He had a scar that ran from the base of his nose down his left cheek, stopping just near his mouth. His penetrating blue eyes held mischief, and he stopped right under her.

  “Hello, she-devil. Enjoying yourself?”

  Aliya gasped, this time trying to buck Matuse off for real. He held on to her, pumping her harder. His cock slid along its familiar path, rubbing against her G-spot. Aliya knew she was on the verge of orgasm. And, as much as she was embarrassed that Alois was watching, it added to the thrill of impending climax.

  “Such bad manners,” Matuse said. “Shame on you. He’s only being friendly.”

  Aliya knew she should have expected this. Still, she felt more than little betrayed by Matuse, who happily plunged himself in and out of her.

  Alois studied her, then winked. “May I?”

  She wanted to say no, but she couldn’t. Instead, she found herself nodding as Matuse’s thrusts grew even harder.

  Alois put his fingers on her mons, gently probing. Then, he parted them and licked her clit. Aliya came, throwing back her head and screaming her joy at the top of her lungs. Alois continued to lick her as Matuse continued to fuck her. She came again, so hard this time the feeling was almost painful.

  Matuse’s sharp cry let her know she’d clenched him harder than usual, but she knew he liked it as much as she. He was climaxing, filling her as he’d never filled her before. When her orgasm subsided, she turned her gaze down and saw that no one else was watching them. So, in a sense, Matuse had told her the truth. Only Alois, who still gently stroked her clit with his tongue, could see them.