Santa Genie

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  “Christmas is when we say it is. We’ll have our Christmas when you get back.” Melody smiled.

  “Your father says Merry Christmas. He’s out fishing though.”

  “I hope he catches a big one.”

  “Why? What are we going to do with it? Oh, honey, I’ve got to go. I’ll talk with you later, okay?”

  “Okay, Mom, love you.”

  “Love you too!”

  Melody’s alarm went off and she went on her rounds again. The walk felt good after the enormous amount of food that she’d eaten, and she had to admit, she wasn’t as lonely after her dream down memory lane and the phone call from her parents. It wasn’t part of her rounds, but she went up to the executive suite.

  She wasn’t surprised and was very happy to see Karam standing at the bar. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing baggy sweatpants that rested low on his hips. He did have on a Santa hat and held out to her a green concoction in a martini glass.

  Melody waved him off. “I’m still full from brunch. And a recovering alcoholic.”

  “Your loss,” he said, sipping at it. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  She nodded and walked in to give him a bear hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “I thought it was only fair. I got to see Stephanie, so I gave you some of your past. It’s part of my Christmas gift to you.”

  “Well,” Melody said, sinking to her knees in front of him and taking his pants down at the same time. “I suppose I should give you a present now.”

  “Mistress?” he said, choking on his drink.

  Melody admired the long, thick length of his cock before licking up his shaft.

  He closed his eyes.

  Gripping him, she circled her tongue over the head several times until he moaned. Then she sucked on it, slowly easing him down her throat. Then back up again. He grew impossibly bigger in her mouth, but she pleasured him with deep-throated lunges.

  Karam gripped her hair and breathed harshly through his teeth. “Mistress, I will come if you don’t stop.”

  Moaning, Melody cupped his balls. She eased up to just have the tip of him in her mouth. With her other hand, she stroked his length.

  Karam spat out a bunch of words in a foreign language that sounded Arabic. He tasted wonderful, and the jerks of his hips thrilled her as if he was fighting not to fuck her face. Unable to keep her hands off his wonderful ass any longer, she went back to sucking him deep while caressing his muscled backside. She had parted his cheeks and was probing around his hole when he came.

  Groaning her name over and over again, Karam emptied himself in her mouth. Melody swallowed the best she could, but some leaked out down her chin.

  “Gods what you do to me,” he muttered and snapped his fingers.

  She was naked before him. His cum dripped onto her breasts, which had a gold link chain dangling from two nipple clips. She had a ruby in her belly button, and feeling a thick pressure inside her, she looked over her shoulder to see that she had a butt plug with a string of emerald jewels hanging from it.

  “Fuck me now.” Melody couldn’t believe that was her voice, harsh and ordering.

  “As my Mistress commands,” he said, picking her up as if she weighed nothing and slamming her against the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around him.

  In the next instant, his cock plunged deep inside her. The thick hardness stretched her to the point of pain. His hips slammed upward, and her head went back as he hit her core. Balancing herself on his shoulders, Melody couldn’t find her voice as she held on through his relentless strokes, her nails digging deep into him. It was too fast. Too hard. She didn’t have time to enjoy it. It was bordering on painful. Her eyes widened at the molten glare of his, and she realized what she had done. She had given him an order. He couldn’t refuse an order.

  “Sorry,” she whispered. “Slow down. Stop.”

  The harsh light in his eyes faded back to normal. “I would have made you come a thousand times first.”

  ”Oh well, live and learn.” Melody unhooked her legs from his waist, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Just her luck to have a handsome man at her beck and call and she almost raped him and herself in the process.

  He stopped her by grabbing her legs and putting them back around him. ”It takes some getting used to. There are times when I can’t explain things. I just have to follow orders.” Karam stroked a hand down her face. ”But I want you here. On my cock. I want you to come while I’m inside you. Can I give you this pleasure, Mistress?”

  Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

  He stepped back and reached between their bodies. He waved his hand and only her shoulders were touching the wall. What would have been an impossible position to hold became like lying on a cloud.

  ”How?” she asked.

  ”Just enjoy,” Karam said, stroking his fingers through the curls at the juncture of her thighs. He parted her folds until her clit was exposed. ”Look at me,” he commanded as he slipped inside her.

  “Yes,” she sighed. Her eyelids felt heavy again, but Melody forced them open. She got lost in his golden gaze until she realized she felt his tongue between her legs.

  Yet, he was grinning at her.

  Wet licks circled her bud, and she writhed on his cock. Invisible hands pulled her upright, and her breasts rubbed against his face. Karam took turns sucking on each of her nipples, tugging on the chain with his teeth. All the while her clit was being licked with fast and satisfying strokes.

  Melody didn't recognize the noises coming out of her mouth as every erogenous zone was now being tickled and tormented by phantom caresses. She was shaking apart and held on to his broad shoulders. Biting her lip to keep from shrieking out commands, Melody came hard, emotions and desire flooding through her. Her pussy clamped against his cock, startling a low moan out of him. So she did it again, and pleasure burst through her body. She realized he was close to coming, so she pulled back on his hair and stared him down as she milked him.

  Karam growled, and she felt a pressure circling her anus as the emerald butt plug began to spin. No lube was necessary as the presence slid deeper inside her ass and pulsated there. He kissed her, his tongue probing. He filled every hole with his vibrating presence. Melody's thighs trembled as her nipples were stretched and pinched by the clamps and chain. The decadent pleasure of every stroke being for her pleasure caused a second orgasm to rip through her. This time Karam roared his own release, and they rocked together until the only sound in the room was her ragged gasps and the slick wetness their bodies made together.

  ”Thank you,” she whispered. “I appreciate that you came back to me tonight.”

  “Allow me to always pleasure you, my mistress. Because if you decide to use your last wish to wed me, you should see if I am worthy of your bed.”

  “Why are you so formal all of a sudden?” Melody shivered a bit, and his hands rubbed the goose bumps away.

  “I want you to know how serious I am.”

  “So this isn’t a duty to you?” she asked, doubts starting to creep in now that her feet were literally on the ground.

  Karam didn’t let her out of the circle of his arms. “No, this is making love to a beautiful woman who fills me with a need so powerful I want nothing more than to sink myself into her until we are both sated and sleepy.”

  “Well...all right then.” But suddenly she was shy and unsure what to do next. So Melody did what came naturally, and she kissed him. He was a great kisser. His mouth was warm and sweet, and his hands roamed all over her body.

  He backed her over to the couch and lay down, pulling her on top of him. The hard planes of his body were comfortable, and she slung her legs over his hips. Karam stroked her hair, tangling his fingers through it. Melody snuggled in closer, burying her face into the junction of his throat and shoulder. He smelled like musk and spice. If her last wish was to make him her husband, she’d have this every night. Until someone found out his secret. And in her experience someone always did.

>   “Do you ever wish you were still married to Linda?”

  “Like you, I am happily divorced.”

  She could hear the relief in his voice. “What was it like being married to your mistress?”

  “It could be frustrating. She treated me like a house servant when I wasn’t her bed slave.”

  Melody cringed.

  “But I had my daughter, and that made things bearable.”

  “How was her Christmas?”

  Karam gave a husky laugh that curled her toes. “As I said, my people don’t celebrate Christmas. But for her, my mother makes an exception. Only, she gets a few things confused.”

  “Like what?” Melody propped up on her elbow to look at him.

  “Well, there aren’t any pine trees in the City of Brass. And there aren’t any department stores to purchase a fake one. Because we were pressed for time, she used a cypress and shrank it down to size.”

  “Good thinking.”

  “Well, it would have been if it were her tree. She took it from the park, and there will be trouble if she doesn’t get it back.”

  “Where is the City of Brass?”

  “Persia.”

  Melody racked her brain. “You mean Iraq? No. Iran.”

  He chuckled again, and her nipples tightened.

  “It doesn’t exist in your world. It is in another plane of existence. Once, it was here, and for a brief time was the Persia in your history books, but when the magic shifted and changed, we left for another more suitable climate.”

  “You moved a whole city?”

  “Mmmm,” he murmured, sliding his hand down to stroke heated circles over her back.

  Melody was acutely aware of the butt plug and the nipple clamps, but instead of being uncomfortable, they were arousing her again. She was drifting on a sensual haze when a cell phone cut through the peace. The song was Crazy Bitch by Buck Cherry. “You could order me not to answer that,” he said.

  “Let me guess. It’s Linda wondering where her daughter is.”

  “It’s Linda,” he admitted.

  Melody got up. “Where are my clothes?”

  “You won’t need them.” Karam went up to the bar and answered his phone as it began to ring again.

  “Clothes. Now.”

  He made a face at her and snapped his fingers. She was dressed again. But she was still wearing the nipple clamps and the butt plug. Karam winked at her.

  Melody snagged the green martini and took a sip before she realized it was probably alcohol. In terror, she almost spit it out. But she recognized the flavor of mint tea and swallowed.

  Karam smiled at her, put his hand over the phone and said, “I would not harm you.”

  Two years of sobriety still intact, Melody sagged against the bar stool. This close she could hear Linda shrieking, and while Melody couldn’t hear the words, her tone was ranting.

  “What could you possibly do to me?” he said when Linda had wound down. “I’ll change my appearance, and you’ll never see either of us again. So stop with your idle threats. When our daughter asks about you, I will bring her to you. If she doesn’t ask, well...” Karam shrugged, and Linda started screaming again.

  “Don’t go near her,” Melody said. “She’ll bind you to her again.”

  He held the phone away and said. “She cannot bind me when I belong to you.”

  Melody bit her lip. “What’s she so pissed about?”

  “That Stephanie is missing her Christmas with them. They went all out and got a tree and decorated it with seashells and some nonsense.” Karam looked a little uncomfortable.

  ”It's midnight there.”

  Karam moved his hand from side-to-side in a ”so-so“ gesture. ”I might have messed with time a bit when I rescued Stephanie and sent you back in time. For them it's still around eight p.m.” He spoke into the phone. "I'm consulting with my Mistress. You will hold.”

  More squawking noises came from the phone. Karam looked pleased with himself.

  “Maybe you should take your daughter there so she can have Christmas with her mother and my loser ex-husband?” Melody remembered how lonely she had felt before Karam rolled up in his powder-blue convertible, and felt a stab of pity for Linda.

  “He hasn’t left the tables.”

  “They’re going to piss away everything,” Melody said. “It won’t matter if the cameras can’t pick them up if they have nothing to bet with.”

  Karam winked.

  Well, that was a nice Christmas present. Karma all wrapped up with a neat little bow. Melody could afford to be generous with her genie’s time. Especially if a little girl got another Christmas with her family.

  “I wouldn’t mind if you brought Stephanie to her mother for Christmas.”

  “Thank you.” Karam kissed her cheek and then spoke into the phone. "My most kind and wise Mistress has allowed me to bring our daughter to her Christmas. However, she will be returning to the City of Brass afterward. Her djinn powers need to be evaluated and she needs to learn to control them. Think of it as boarding school.”

  He got off the phone. ”I will return.” Karam bowed to her and then disappeared in a swirl of mist.

  Chapter Five

  Melody believed him this time. She cleaned up the executive suite and got back into the elevator to head back to her desk. Stifling a yawn, Melody didn't quite realize where she was at first. The elevator opened up into a...bathroom. She stepped in to look around, and the elevator vanished. Feeling the wall where it used to be, it was seamless wallpaper.

  The sound of a fist banging at the bathroom door on the opposite wall snapped her out of her reverie.

  “Pinch it. We’re opening gifts,” a loud, happy voice shouted.

  “Stella?” Melody opened the door, and her best friend nearly toppled in.

  “It’s about damn time. Do you need to light a match? ”

  “Uh, no,” Melody said as Stella dragged her by the arm into the large living room of her penthouse apartment overlooking the Las Vegas strip.

  “You all right, girlfriend?” Stella forced her chin up to look at her.

  “I’m great,” Melody said, looking around the apartment. It was just the two of them. Stella’s apartment was designed as a 1960s swinger’s pad, with 1950s decorations and appliances. It clashed wonderfully with Stella’s ultramodern style and in-your-face attitude.

  “Fan-fucking-tastic. So why do you look like you’re in the Twilight Zone?” Stella pushed her down into a beanbag chair that promptly swallowed her up to her waist.

  “Weren’t you at T.J.’s mother’s house?” Melody elbowed herself to a sitting position.

  “Yeah, about three hours ago. Then T.J. got a call for a house fire, and his mama was stone drunk from her homemade hooch. So I made her comfortable and came back home. It was a four alarm. I don’t think he’s going to be home soon. So you need to open your prezzie.”

  “Did you get mine? I sent it weeks ago.” Melody bit her lip. She would feel awful if Stella had something for her and her gift hadn’t arrived yet.

  Stella bent and kissed her hard on both cheeks. “I surely did. But it said don’t open until Christmas, so I didn’t.”

  “Good.” Melody kicked her shoes off. This sure as hell beat a six-hour flight to Vegas and going through TSA. “You don’t think it’s a little weird that I’m here?”

  “Honey, this ain’t weird. You should see some of the stuff I see at the club.”

  “I hear that.” Melody supposed if you were the headliner of a drag queen revue on the Las Vegas strip, having your best friend teleport into your bathroom could be considered normal.

  Stella brought in a tray with a French press and two big mugs of coffee. “I got the Blue Mountain beans you said you like. They’re a little bitter for me, but it mellows out if you add in enough sugar and cream.”

  Melody shuddered. “Heathen.”

  “Snob.”

  “Damned straight. Seriously, though, we talked on the phone a few hours ago. I was in
Connecticut. Now, I’m in your living room. And you don’t look surprised to see me.”

  Stella crossed her long, gorgeous legs and jiggled her elf boot at her. “Your man gave me a heads-up you might be visiting.”

  “Bobby?” Melody said, crinkling her forehead.

  “No, not that asshat. He’s not your man. I’m talking about that big, muscled hunk of love, Karam. You know, that poker player you was asking me about before.”

  “Karam called you?”

  “Mmmm hmmm, he said he was going to get us together for Christmas, and I thought he was full of it. But then he showed me some things...” Stella waggled her eyebrows.

  “What kind of things?” Melody crossed her arms.

  “Oh look at you all jealous and shit. Let’s just say I went on a magic carpet ride. I almost lost my weave.” She patted her hair self-consciously.

  “When did he do this?” Melody hadn’t agreed to let him go until a few minutes ago and he hadn’t needed to go until his ex called.

  Stella frowned. “It was earlier this evening. After T.J. left, but I can’t quite put my finger on when. Time has been going either super slow or very fast tonight. It seems like this night will never end.”

  “Part of me hopes it doesn’t,” Melody said.

  “Honey, everything ends. But it doesn’t have to be a tragedy. Here,” Stella said, pushing a colorfully wrapped package at her.

  “It’s not a dildo that plays ‘Jingle Bells,’ is it?” Melody cautiously shook it.

  “Why, you want one? I got a few in the bedroom. Just tell me what color.”

  “I’ll pass.” Melody carefully pulled off the ribbon and then peeled the tape off so as not to rip the wrapping paper.

  “Just open the thing,” Stella said in exasperation.

  “It’s too pretty to ruin.”

  Stella just rolled her eyes and drank her coffee.

  Inside was an elaborately painted nutcracker. “It’s gorgeous,” Melody said.

  “When I was little, I always wanted to be Clara and have my nutcracker come to life as a handsome prince. I thought that maybe this Christmas, you could use a prince. Little did I know that you already had one lined up.”