The Assassin the Djinn and the Hundred Year Wish

by Price, Stella

“Well, yes, but I mean as a Djinn, I cannot teleport willy-nilly about the globe on my own whims.” They hit a small hill, and he offered his hand to her. “Those heels, however fetching they are, were not made for the loamy earth of a vineyard.”

  “That may be, but I’ve worn heels in worse terrain than this,” she answered as she took his hand letting him lead her.

  They stopped at the top, and beyond them, between two rows of vines sat a picnic basket, a blanket with pillows and a couple of bottles of wine. He grinned.

  She cocked her hip pulling off her shades. “Double wow.” A smile lit up her face. “Remind me to let you blindfold me more often.”

  Marsh laughed and shook his head. “You don’t have a choice either way, pet. So? Let’s get you situated. I have arranged for a nice afternoon in the sunshine for you. You look like you could use it.”

  “Hey,” she frowned down at her bared arms. “I’m not that pale. I’ve just been working a lot and haven’t had time to top up my tan.”

  Marsh rolled his eyes. “I mean you look sallow, bordering on unhealthy. You know this arrangement only works if you stay hot…” He winked. “Now come and sit…” he said and lowered himself to the ground.

  Unusual for her, she kept her mouth shut taking her place beside him. Marsh twisted a grin, along with an arch of his brow and he reached across her to grab the two bottles of wine. “Red or white?” he asked and grabbed the corkscrew. “And take those boots off. Relax. You’re not going anywhere for a while, pet.”

  “Red, please.” She leaned against him, slipping off her boots. “You’re right though,” she conceded. “I do need this, I haven’t relaxed much lately.”

  “Indeed…” he said as he opened the red and let it breathe. “Stress gives you wrinkles,” he said offhandedly as he took two glasses out of the picnic basket, then poured the wine and handed it to her.

  “And this deal only lasts so long as I’m hot.” She took her glass, favoring it.

  “Kind of. It’s one hundred years, you’d think by the end you would be a rotting corpse right? Nah…” he said and pulsed a few packages out of the picnic basket. “Think of it as a form of suspended animation, or something. You’ll stay hot, well after the one hundred years is over.” He licked his bottom lip.

  “I better. I don’t sell myself lightly, and I don’t expect to get screwed over… In the bad sense.”

  He rolled his eyes and offered her a small box. “Here.” He motioned to her and handed her chopsticks.

  “Thanks.” She sat down her wine glass and took the sticks holding them deftly.

  He looked sidelong at her and grabbed his own box. “You said you liked shellfish…” he shrugged. “I like sushi.” He picked up a piece of tuna, slipped it into his mouth and chewed.

  She smiled at him opening her own box. “You’ve put effort into this.” She picked up a piece of shellfish popping it into her mouth. “You certainly didn’t have to. I didn’t peg you as a picnic type of guy.”

  And he wasn’t. But keeping this one happy was something he was into. Just looking at her, he knew she needed some time to just get away and relax, and the picnic seemed right. Plus, it had been too long since he had visited the region, so it was worth the trip on two levels.

  “I wanted wine, and you needed a trip into the country. It solved both problems.” He said after he swallowed another piece of sushi. “The wines they produce here are some of the best in Italy.”

  “I’ve never tasted it before.” She took a sip again savoring it. “But it is good.”

  “I wouldn’t have expected you to. Each bottle is around fifty thousand dollars. Hardly something people just throw about. I don’t care who you work for.”

  “Work for?” she coughed, her wine sputtering. “I’ll ignore that because this is delicious.” She ate more fish.

  He grinned, all innocent, and slipped a piece of eel into his mouth. “I’m glad you approve, there are so few bottles for each harvest, so getting one, you gotta sell your soul.”

  “Not literally I hope.”

  Marsh winked at her but said nothing. They ate in silence, and Marsh watched her enjoy her meal. He put his own box down and dug to pull out another larger box. He opened it, setting it between them. A large salad with Avocado, bib and baby lettuces, chopped almonds, apricots and dried cranberries filled the box, a small crystal decanter with a vinaigrette sat in a corner.

  “Oh wonderful.” She practically wiggled in delight.

  He laughed and poured the vinaigrette on the salad. They ate, quietly again, and once the bulk of the food was polished off, she lay back on one of the large pillows and sighed. He watched her, leaning against a pillow himself and drank his wine.

  “This is really nice,” she offered, finishing her glass with a contented smile. “I don’t normally drink much, but this is very nice.”

  “It’s not often I get to share this with someone, so thank you for enjoying it. I somehow knew you would.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, unable to help himself. She was laid out like a content offering, and he had to have a taste.

  “Mmmm.” She pulled away running her tongue over her lips. “Thank you for doing this for me. It’s appreciated. I’m not always easy to get along with and most people don’t try.”

  “Most people aren’t stuck with you for the next hundred years. I’ll make it a point to get along with the woman who bargained with me.” He winked and kissed her again.

  She set her empty glass aside, gripping his head with both hands, deepening the kiss.

  Marsh growled and settled down further, rolling her on top of him, his hands moving down her back and ass, then under her leather skirt, his fingers getting caught on the garters holding her thigh-highs up. His cock jumped in his pants, completely turned on by the sexy silky feel of the stocking over her skin.

  “Mmmm, you always taste so good. Spicy,” she moaned into him.

  “Sure it has nothing to do with the wine?” he murmured and slipped his hands farther up her legs to the globes of her rump. He squeezed and plucked at the satin. “I’m going to have to insist you don’t wear anything that’s going to bar me from your sweet cunt, pet.” He nipped her bottom lip and pushed the skirt up in the back.

  “Ah, but then I’d be denied the pleasure of you ripping them off.” She grinned down at him, kissing the tip of his nose.

  “Don’t be cute,” he said and pinched her butt before he ripped the satin panties from her with a tearing rent. Her eyes were alight with mischief, and he held the offending material up to her. “Now sit up, and open the shirt.”

  She did as he asked, sitting astride him opening the buttons, pulling the material wide. “Sometimes I can’t help being cute.”

  His eyes roamed her body. “Or fucking gorgeous. Take it off, pet, and then stand and shimmy the skirt off. I have need for you.”

  “With pleasure, I have much need for you, too.” She stood, did as he asked and shimmied out of the skirt.

  She stood there like a goddess, well, a dirty goddess, complete with garter and thigh highs, and he sat up just enough, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then crooked his finger at her. “Show me how much you have enjoyed today, pet…and maybe you’ll get the dessert I have been saving.”

  “Oh yeah, and how would I do that?” She sashayed towards him.

  Marsh licked his lips as he watched her move. “Simple, ride this cock like you mean it. Or I’ll make you.”

  “Make me mean it?” She echoed his trademark smirk, testing the waters.

  His eyes narrowed. “There’s that cute thing again…” he growled and slipped his hand into his pants, pulled his cock out and stroked it once. “Don’t make me tell you again Jane.”

  “Damn that looks so fucking good.” She knelt down beside him kissing tenderly over his knuckles.

  “I said fuck it, Jane…not tease me,” he growled.

  “I know,” she smiled sweetly. It was her way of winning, he knew. Her body craved to do his bidding just as
much as his craved hers.

  He grabbed her around the waist, positioning her and slamming her down on his cock hard, as he bucked up to meet her, seating himself inside her in one fell thrust. She was tight, hungry, and he gritted his teeth as he felt her cream for him.

  “Gods, Marsh.” she sighed, her sheath like a vice around him.

  He groaned. “Get to it, woman,” he breathed. “Make those perfect tits bounce for me.”

  She did as he commanded, moving quickly on him riding him deeply.

  Sensation enveloped him. The sun shining down on Janey, warming her skin tone, making her hair a glowing halo around him. The long golden and chestnut tresses moved with the light breeze and her motion, caressing her shoulders and face. Her lips, full and glistening as she rode him, pulled his attention almost as much as her bouncing breasts. But her eyes…Jesus her eyes were fathomless pools of brown, shot through with gold. She was perfect, and she was his. He watched her move, reached up and pinched her nipples hard, and reveled in the gasps and whimpers she gifted him.

  “That’s it, Jane…so fucking hot, god your soaking me…harder Jane…harder,” he crooned, then gripped her hips to give her a new rhythm.

  She followed his lead, letting him guide her movements, her soft moans growing louder with each turn.

  “Fucking sweet hell, that’s good…harder…” he growled, and slapped her ass. “Come for you master, pet.”

  “Master?” she hissed, riding him faster, her head thrown back with wild abandon. “I, oh…Master…” she screamed, shattering for him.

  Marsh flipped over and threw her under him, rearing up on his knees. “Fucking sweet hell, that’s it. Such a good girl, squeezing my cock. I know you fucking love this…that’s it, Jane…take it.”

  “Sweet…Marsh.” She cried out, giving him everything he wanted. Marsh took her higher, rolling his hips into her.

  “Jane…” he breathed and pumped into her, taking his pleasure.

  “Oh yes…” she keened, coming for him again.

  He followed her over, growling out her name. Then he leaned in and kissed her hard, nipping her bottom lip. “Mmmm, you please me greatly, pet.”

  “Oh,” she panted, licking the beads of sweat off his shoulder. “So glad that I do because you’re so stuck with me.” She chuckled and snuggled her forehead against him

  “Clearly. Though that’s not a bad thing.” He kissed her clavicle. “So how about that dessert?”

  “About it?”

  “I don’t know about you, but I can rarely put off chocolate soufflé and crème for long…”

  “Mmmm, oh, even for just that?” She grinned, laying out beside him and stretching. “Darling, you’ll have to feed me.”

  He laughed. “Right. The best you’re going to get is propped up with a spoon in your hand.”

  She smiled. “Then I’m afraid it’ll go to waste.” She pouted. “You wouldn’t want that would you?”

  “Suit yourself, though you’re missing out.” He shrugged.

  She huffed.

  Marsh smirked, rolled off her and tucked himself back into his pants. He reached into the basket, carefully pulling out a covered Dutch oven. He placed it down and opened it, then pulled out the crème and turned to her. “Well, if you are going to pout, I’ll just have to eat it off you.”

  “I can live with that.” She giggled, sitting up on her elbows her hair bouncing around her shoulders.

  He didn’t say anything, just scooped a bit of the crème, then some of the soufflé out of the pot and onto her naked belly. He smooshed it around, then bent down and licked a smear off the right side, just under her navel.

  “Well?” she asked.

  He looked up and then lipped another piece of the soufflé and cocked his head. “It really is delicious. Shame you’re not going to have any.”

  “Don’t be so sure,” she smiled, then pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting the dessert on him.

  Marsh had to give it to her, she was sneaky. He groaned into her mouth and let her lap at him, then pulled away. “Clever. But that’s all you’re going to be getting, pet,” he said, as he dipped his head to the large blob just above her navel.

  “Mmmm, well I am feeling much more energized.” She gazed heatedly down at him.

  Marsh lifted his head and presented her with a spoon. “Well, then once I have had my fill of the dessert, and this delectable little body, you can have some soufflé, as well.” He leaned down again and licked some more off her belly.

  “I think I can live with that.”

  “You’ll have to. You have no choice, pet,” he murmured into her flesh. He proceeded to tease her with slow, long swipes of his tongue, sucking up parts of the dessert as he did it. His tongue dipped into hollow of her stomach several times, and his lips traveled north, just under the mounds of her breasts but never went any further.

  “Good god, you are naughty” She squirmed under his careful ministrations.

  “Of course I am, pet.”

  “And I suppose I’ll have to live with that, as well.” She sighed down at him.

  “Now you’re getting the hang of it.” He winked and ran a hand over her exposed side.

  She chuckled and burrowed her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

  Marsh looked up to her and gave her a rakish grin before going back to suck up the rest of the dessert. He nipped her belly playfully.

  “So? You ready to sit up and have some of this yourself?”

  “I said so, didn’t I? That mouth of yours sure does have it energizing properties. Better than Red Bull.”

  Marsh sat up and leaned back smirking. “Well if my mouth does that…” He bit his bottom lip as he pulled his cock out and ran a bit of crème down his shaft. “I wonder what my cock would do?” He arched a brow and canted his head.

  “I wonder…” She pushed herself up, sitting forward, her lips inches from him. She flicked her tongue out, pressing it to his tip.

  Marsh hissed and grabbed her hair in his fist. “Don’t tease pet…you got a fucking coming soon enough. Suck it back.”

  “Tease?” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Darling, I wouldn’t dare. I’m just having myself a little taste.”

  He smiled down at her. “Have a bigger taste.”

  She licked him again. “I plan to. I’ve developed quite a hunger.” She swallowed him down, running her tongue over his shaft.

  Marsh sighed as she laved him, his hand staying tight in her tresses as he lay back on the pillows. She was sexy, her mouth licking up all the crème. “Mmmm, that’s just divine, pet…”

  She took her time exploring him with her mouth. She was talented—the fact that he didn’t have to teach her what he liked, that she just knew, that she made what he thought he liked better, if it were even possible.

  Keeping her around wasn’t going to be a hardship. Janey worked him, and he closed his eyes letting the sensations engulf him. He felt the tingle in his spine, the one that told him this was going to be a good one, and he breathed deeply, growling in his throat. “That’s it, Jane…just a little more, baby… fuck, you’re amazing…”

  She moaned at his encouragement. Spurred on she moved faster, her teeth gently nibbling over his base.

  “Sweet Christ,” he groaned, and gripped her hair with both hands as he guided them both to his end. “Jane, you’re going to swallow every fucking drop.”

  She gave a soft moan of agreement, letting him move her. Marsh was close, her sexy little mouth bringing him to the edge. It was when she reached up and dug her nails into his sac that he lost it, grunting his approval as he came, jetting into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned again, swallowing it all, and then slowly pulled off him, licking and caressing as she did. “Keep that up, and it’s going to start all over again.” She laughed and kissed his tip and Marsh growled and pulled her up into his arms. “Mmmm. Well, I’ll give you one thing, you suck a mean cock.”

  “Well, I am dessert deprived.” She licked he
r lips deliberately. “Feed me now.” Janey beamed slyly.

  Marsh smirked. “After that performance, you do deserve a little pampering.” he said, and scooped up a bit of the dessert from the Dutch oven. He added a little crème and fed it to her slowly, as she curled up in his lap.

  “I’ve always deserved some sort of pampering,” she smiled sweetly, no doubt happy she’d gotten her own way. “This is wonderful, though.” She moaned her enjoyment.

  He could get to like this, he thought. Jane all but naked in his lap, her eyes looking at him with awe and wonder. Women like her rarely submitted to a lover, but she took to it like a duck to water. She was going to be a fabulous companion for the next hundred years.

  “Keep feeding,” she laughed, nudging him with her elbow. “You’re giving me an odd look.”

  Marsh arched a brow, quickly recovering from his thoughts and gave her a cruel smile. “Yes well, I wasn’t aware what a cake hog I had bound to myself. You do know this just goes right to your thighs right?”

  “I have a sweet tooth.” She frowned at him. “I do enough exercise to counteract it.”

  Marsh grinned, sure the playful glint in his eye was visible. “Oh, I can guarantee it’s going to get worked off.”

  “I just bet you can.” She took the spoon from him, feeding herself. “In that case there’s no harm in living it up a little.”

  “I guess not.” He let her eat and sighed, checking his watch. “It’s getting late, pet. We should probably leave before the sun goes down.”

  She nodded. “And I’ve got a few things I need to settle at work before everyone bunks down for the night.”

  He leaned in and kissed her soundly, licking the remnants of crème off the corner of her mouth. He gripped her ass in his palm, then pinched her, and she yelped and jumped. “Get dressed, pet.”

  She stood, putting her clothes on swiftly. “You know this was nice, very nice.”

  “You’re welcome.” He winked and grabbed the bottles of wine that were off to the side.

  She finished, putting her boots on, standing straight to smooth out her clothes. “And tonight?”

  “Tonight?” he asked, with a quizzical look.