"I'm happy you two flit about,” she said softly. “So tell me about this Desires of the Lamp group you talked about. Do you work there?"
"In a way,” Makin replied. “The organization is worldwide. The woman who runs the shop where you found the lamp is a Djinn. She recognized you as someone who was hurting, who needed our aid."
"I have to remember to thank her.” Anya shivered as they each kissed a shoulder. Makin's finger toyed with her bellybutton and she moaned softly.
"We already did,” Anuis said. “But she would be happy to know that you are pleased, also."
"You thanked her for me?” Anya's stomach did flip-flops. These two men, supernatural men, were happy to be with her? Happy to play with her body? The idea boggled her mind.
"Yes, we did,” Makin replied, sliding down her body and pushing his tongue into her belly button. Anya bucked against him as sweetness stirred inside her. He licked around it, nibbling on her skin as she moaned.
"I think he's hungry again,” Anuis said. “Are you hungry, Anya?"
"For food? Or for sex?"
"Both, little pet,” Anuis said as Makin's tongue probed her belly button again. Makin lifted his gaze to Anuis’ and she watched silent communication take place.
"Very well,” Anuis said. “I'll be the canvas this time, but I'll want a taste, too."
"A taste of what?” Anya smiled at him. “Are we talking about chocolate?"
"We're talking about artwork,” Makin replied. “Edible artwork done with chocolate."
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Chapter Eight
Anya giggled like a child seeing her first fireworks display. “Am I the canvas, or the artist?"
"Which would you like to be?” Anuis sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, his fingers toying with the other. With Makin at her middle, and Anuis at her breasts, Anya thought she could very well be the happiest woman on the planet.
Would it be better to be painted, and then licked? Or to paint, and then lick? And if she chose the latter, whom would she choose to be the canvas? Both of her lovers were large, strong men whom she would love to please with her brush and tongue. But would she be the only one doing the pleasuring? Would one of the strong Djinn join her in painting, and licking?
She knew they could read her mind. They knew she had questions, but both of them remained silent, their tongues lapping at her body.
"Somebody tell me what to do."
Makin's laugh was soft. “You must decide. You make business decisions every day. Why is this one any different?"
Anya knew he was right. She made tough decisions every day about advertising campaigns, about things she thought clients would like, or wouldn't like. And she was right ninety percent of the time. That's why she was the top earner at Phil's agency. Plus, did it really matter what she chose? Either way would be a unique experience; either way would bring extreme pleasure to all three of them.
She thought of the things they had told her, about their ages and how they came to be Pleasure Djinn. Makin was the oldest, and had suffered a horrific loss when his wife and child had died. Anuis was born a Djinn, and born to be a pleasure slave. Trying to decide which one would make the better canvas was hard, so she closed her eyes.
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo...
"Makin,” she said softly. “I want Makin to be the canvas."
Makin's head shot up and he clapped his hands together loudly.
"I love it. Stand up, sweet pet."
Anuis helped her to her feet as Makin walked to the pillows in her living room, throwing himself down and putting his hands behind his head.
"I'm all yours,” he said with a laugh.
Anya took Anuis’ hand and they walked toward the pillows. When they arrived, two trays appeared, both with small pots of warm chocolate, hovering just above a flame. The trays also contained raspberries, strawberries, several brushes and a bowl of whipped cream.
Anuis took a brush from his tray and dipped it in the chocolate.
"Is it hot?"
"Warm. Warm enough to paint his skin, but not hot enough to burn him. Do as you like, little pet. Paint him and adorn him with fruit and cream. Then we'll eat him, together."
Anya looked down at Makin's cock. It was ramrod hard, pointing straight at his head. His balls were heavy and full. She picked up a brush and dipped it in the chocolate, trailing the warm liquid over the head of his cock.
Makin hissed in delight and she dipped the brush again, her stroke bolder this time as she painted chocolate down his shaft. Anuis was painting around his smooth nipples, making a spiral of circles with the dark concoction.
Anya made streaks of chocolate on Makin's stomach, then painted four on each side of his hard, straining shaft. She took raspberries from the tray and scattered them along the trails.
They continued painting, their brushes dancing around each other's as they covered Makin's skin. They both sat back at the same time to admire their work. They picked up strawberries and raspberries and dotted them on his body, then dabbled cream on the fruit.
"You are killing me,” Makin said, his voice dangerously low. “Someone had better start to eat, or the canvas is coming to life."
"Your wish is my command,” Anya said.
She dipped her head and trailed her tongue along Makin's shaft. It bobbled under her attention and Makin groaned as Anuis leaned over and snaked his tongue over the older man's chest. Anuis sucked in a raspberry, causing Makin to groan louder.
Anya swirled her tongue over and over Makin's shaft, then took his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, sweet dreams of lust,” Makin said, bucking his hips toward her mouth. “Harder, little pet, harder."
Anya sucked deeper, the chocolate making him slide easily over her lips and back into her mouth. When he was clean, she grasped his shaft, stroking it harder and harder as her tongue moved to his balls, also licking them clean.
Anuis’ tongue had moved to Makin's belly, following the path of chocolate that led to Makin's cock. Anya wondered if he would lick it, even though she'd already cleaned the hard, throbbing rod of its sweetness.
When his tongue was near the shaft, Anuis picked a strawberry up in his teeth. He leaned toward Anya, offering her the treat. She drew it into her mouth and they kissed, their lips soft and slippery from the chocolate.
Anya followed Anuis’ lead, taking a strawberry into her mouth and offering it to Makin. He ate hungrily, then grasped her head in his hands as he held her tight for a kiss.
Makin pushed himself to a sitting position, then stood. He gestured to Anya and she lay in the spot he's just vacated. A large pillow was in the small of her back, arching her hips. When Makin straddled her, his thighs rubbing against her breasts, she giggled in delight.
He scooped cream from the bowl and spread it over her breasts, making them soft and slippery. When he pushed his cock between them, and pressed them together tightly, Anya moaned. He rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of the makeshift channel.
Anuis knelt behind him, pushing her legs up onto his chest, so that they were parallel with Makin's back. He entered her in one hard stroke, causing her to gasp and arch in delight.
Anuis reached around Makin and clasped her hands, lifting them both to Makin's shoulder. The movement deepened Makin's thrusts into her breasts as they rocked in sync.
Anya savored the delicious feel of their cocks providing her with sinfully sweet pleasure. The pressure on her clit was almost overwhelming, and she hovered on the edge of orgasm. Each time she thought she would fall over the precipice, Anuis decreased his momentum just a bit, allowing the sensation to fade before he started again. Each thrust built the pressure higher and higher until she thought she would die.
"Please, Anuis, let me come.” She moaned in need, growling deep in her throat when he chuckled.
"Not yet,” he replied. “Let it build just a bit."
"I can't. I need it. Please."
Their thrusting increased, the wei
ght from both their bodies heavy on Anya. She dropped her head into the pillows, trying to pull her hands away from Anuis, groaning when he wouldn't let go.
She lifted back into them, her body trembling with desire. She felt Makin's body tighten and she knew he was about to let loose. Anuis must have sensed it too, because his movements increased. He wedged his fingers into her softness and found her clit, and Anya came, shooting her hips upwards and clasping him tightly.
Her movements caused a chain reaction. Anuis’ cock pulsed inside her and she felt the warmth of his essence fill her. Makin's movements increased and his seed spilled over her neck and chest.
The three of them releasing at the same time produced heady emotions unlike anything Anya had ever felt. She felt needed, and loved and wanted. But she also felt as if she were part of them, as if they had gathered her in their arms and would never let go.
She forced the feelings aside, worried that they would see the pain of them leaving in her mind. Knowing that she only had a month with them. Less than three weeks, actually.
Even though they cared about her, and she knew they truly did, they were there to perform their duties, to make a lonely woman feel wanted and loved. She fought back tears as their bodies separated and they lay down on either side of her, wrapping her in their arms.
"Do not cry, little one,” Anuis said. A wet cloth appeared in his hands and he cleaned the seed Makin had gifted her with.
"And always remember we're here because we want to be,” Makin whispered in her ear. They snuggled together and she soon heard the soft snores of sleep filter into the room, making her laugh. Even though they were Djinn, sex still drained them, still made them fall into a deep sleep.
She lay awake and listed to their breathing, feeling safe in their arms, and trying to forget that in three weeks from now she would be alone in her bed, again.
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Chapter Nine
"Oh, no. You are not ruining the beautiful clothing I selected for you with that."
Anya sat back on the bed as Anuis grabbed the pantyhose from her hand.
"I have to wear hose. I can't go bare-legged to work, especially in a skirt that's above my knees."
"I didn't say you had to go bare-legged. I just said you are not wearing these, these ... things.” The pantyhose disappeared in a poof of fire and Anya gasped.
"Those are expensive.” She stood and put her hands on her hips. “I have more, you know. I stock up when they're on sale."
Anuis looked at her chest of drawers and shook his head. Smoke appeared from the top drawer.
"What? Stop that!” Anya stomped her foot. “All my good underwear was in there. My bras, my panties."
"Open it up now,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. She shook her head and moved across the room, opening the drawer and gasping. In place of her sensible panties, hose and bras, there were lace-covered panties, demi-bras, and thigh-high hose, complete with garter belts to keep them in place.
"I can't wear these."
"Why not? There is a set of each in many different colors. Today you will wear the midnight blue sweater set with the light gray skirt. Wear the cream underclothing with it. It will look absolutely stunning."
"No one will see it. The other things were sensible and probably cost me a month's salary."
Anuis kissed her gently and gathered her in his arms.
"I will see them, and Makin will see them. But most importantly, you will feel them. They will remind you that you are a woman. That you are desirable. That you are beautiful."
"Listen to him,” Makin said from the doorway. “He's right about this."
Anya nodded, then picked up the garter belt. “I've never worn one before."
"Just make sure the straps are lined up, two in the front, and two in the back,” Anuis said. “The skirt is lined, so no one will see them. You need not worry about that."
They watched her dress, offering little snippets of encouragement, or little tugs on clothing they thought needed adjusted. When she was dressed, she turned to the mirror and stared.
"Is that really me?"
The skirt wasn't short. Its length was sexy, yet tasteful, hitting just above her knees. The shoes made her feel tall, but elegant, like a runway model, and the soft blue sweater hugged her curves, emphasizing the fullness of her assets.
"Yes, it's you,” Anuis said. He kissed her again and she kissed him back. “You look so beautiful."
"Thank you.” She turned to Makin to receive a kiss from him, and then looked at her watch. “Heavens above, I'm going to be late."
She hurried toward the door, then stopped. “I have class tonight, so I'll be late coming home. Do we have plans?"
"Indeed we do,” Anuis said. “I'll lay out clothing for you to change into when you arrive."
She laughed and ran for the front door, praying she could find an empty cab nearby.
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When she was gone, Anuis sighed.
"Stop that,” Makin said. “It will do you no good."
"She's different than the others. So sweet. So soft. So welcoming."
"I agree with you, but loving her can only lead to tragedy."
"How?"
"Do you think she would accept our lifestyle? Do you think she would sit calmly at home knowing the men in her life were out spreading pleasure to other women?"
"No, but..."
"No buts, Anuis. Put the idea far from your mind. Banish it forever, or I will see about having you pulled."
Anuis’ eyes darkened in anger. “You would, wouldn't you? Just because you cannot feel love does not mean others can't."
Anuis ducked as Makin swung a fist toward his face. “How dare you? Never forget, Anuis, that I am higher in the ranks than you are. We may get along in many things, but you will never, ever say anything like that to me again. Do you understand?"
"Oh, I understand. I understand that because you loved, and lost, you refuse to try again. Giving pleasure without love can be empty. Anya makes me feel warm inside. I won't let you take that from me."
For a moment, Makin considered swinging at Anuis again. Instead, he sighed and shook his head. “If you feel warmth, or the stirrings of love, keep it to yourself. No good can come of it."
"As you wish.” Anuis bowed, and then disappeared.
He knew Anuis was right. Anya was different. But Pleasure Djinn were not allowed to love their charges, only to nurture them through the dark patches of their lives. Falling in love with Anya would bring heartache, for all three of them.
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Chapter Ten
"Bart?"
Anya turned toward Nathan's voice, pasting a smile on her face. “Yes?"
"You look, um, spectacular."
"Thanks, Nathan. I have a new stylist. He's helping me to find myself."
"He's doing a great job. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm stunned. I never thought you would, that is ... sorry. You look great. Let's just leave it at that."
She returned his smile, then made her way to her office. Had she looked so drab in the past that a little bit of color and some new clothing would make Nathan react this way? She hadn't expected his obvious look of approval, and she wondered how the rest of her co-workers would respond.
A trip to the break room answered that question. She received flattering statements from both male and female employees, with a few outright stares mixed in from men. The attention made her a little nervous, but it bolstered her self-confidence all the more.
When Makin and Anuis were gone, she would just have to follow the advice they'd given her on clothing, and so many other things, to stay confident, to give off an air of self-assurance. She took her coffee and went to her office, closing the door behind her.
The idea of her two lovers leaving left her feeling empty inside. She knew they wouldn't stay, that if they did come back after their month was up it would be only to “check” on the lamp account. The idea made
her very, very sad.
They had helped her to see that she could be a beautiful person, even if she wasn't the perfect size two. She sat down and took a sip of her coffee. When her intercom buzzed, she answered with a spring in her voice. And was told that Phil needed to see her, ASAP.
After talking to his assistant about her new look, she went into his office where he stood by the large window, looking out at the New York skyline.
"Bart."
"Phil? Something wrong?"
"I'm going to get right to the point, but I want you to know it pains me to do this."
Her stomach clenched and she said, “Okay?"
"Aliya has accused you of stealing her ideas for the Aladdin campaign. She says she set up the photo shoot, and wrote the copy, and had the boards made. Worse yet, she has paperwork to back up her claim, and I can find nothing with your name on it about the campaign in the art department, or the photography department. Can you explain that?"
If she told Phil that a Djinn had put the storyboards on her desk he would have her locked in the loony bin. “You know how forgetful I am about paperwork."
"Yes, I do. So I went to the art department myself. No one remembers anything about photographs or mock-ups for this campaign. No one except Christie Cheves. And you know she and Aliya are tight, so I don't put any stock in her information. But I find the entire situation perplexing, to say the least."
Anya nodded and tried to think, fast. Could she call Paran in as a witness, to say that she'd orchestrated the campaign? But how could she do that, really, when she hadn't orchestrated the campaign? The ideas on the boards had flashed through her mind, and she knew either Makin or Anuis had plucked them out, and then done the boards in an effort to help her.
But she'd never expected the little bitch to accuse her of stealing. The idea made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"I don't steal things, Phil,” she said softly. “Those ideas were mine."
"I'm going to have to see some proof, Anya. Something. Anything. Notes from your house, an e-mail with a date on it to the art department. I hate to do it, you have to believe me, but if I don't look into this, she's going to take it to the other partners. I don't want things to get ugly."
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