rate sped up, and she watched as he waved his hand over the table to her right. A series of objects appeared out of nowhere. Strange, rubber, phallus-shaped objects she’d only read about but recognized from the descriptions.
Unease shifted through her. She pulled harder on the ropes, desperate to get free. Pain spiraled up her limbs. “Um…this isn’t what I had in mind.”
He chuckled again, reached over and lifted the slim purple dildo. “No? I think you lie. I think purple was even your color of choice.”
Oh shit. She slowed her struggling. Her cheeks heated as she stared at him. He couldn’t possibly know about her fantasies. She’d never shared them with anyone. She—
Her unease jumped. “Are you…Ghul?”
He chuckled once more, an arousing yet dangerous sound, one that shouldn’t send a flutter through her stomach but did. “No. I hail from the Marid tribe.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. Marid were powerful, yet reasonable when it came to negotiations. They kept to themselves, were considered honorable amongst the djinn race, and they rarely crossed into the human realm unless coerced. It was Ghuls one had to worry about. The most depraved of all djinn, they could read minds. Loved to, in fact, use that strategy to torment humans and decipher a soul’s weakness.
“But,” Ashur said, his eyes locked on her, his free hand sliding the length of the dildo, “my master has taught me a few very convenient Ghul skills.”
Her eyes grew wide as she watched him stroke the dildo as if it were his own cock, and her pulse picked up speed until it was a roar in her ears.
He’d tapped into her fantasies. That hadn’t been a dream at all.
Panic set in, spread beneath her ribs. She struggled in earnest against the ropes. “Untie me. Right now. I command it.”
He moved around the bed and leaned close to her ear, so close his musky scent overwhelmed her senses. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you right. Try again, noor . Command me.”
There was just enough venom in the way he said noor that she knew this wasn’t going to be a sweet seduction. He was pissed that she hadn’t freed him. And now he was using her fantasies to torment her. Ghul or Marid, it didn’t matter. He’d obviously learned more than just pleasure skills from his mistress.
That panic grew stronger, more intense. She willed him to back away, but he didn’t move. And then he chuckled once more. A sound that sent a tremor of fear straight down her spine.
“You’re not bound to the opal, noor . Only me. And that means your seduction is mine to choose.”
Oh shit, no …
“Relax,” he breathed hot against her ear. “This is about to get fun.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Claire’s heart raced as Ashur leaned back, that victorious grin curling one side of his lips, making her stomach cave with apprehension over what he had planned.
Wide eyed, she watched as he moved back to the table, picked up the feather and a black strip of silk and brought them and the purple dildo back to the bed.
“Easy,” he said while she struggled against the ropes. “All you’re going to do is hurt yourself.”
He was right. If her wrists weren’t bleeding already, they would be soon unless she stopped her fighting. She tried to relax, but when he leaned over with the black sash, her breaths grew quick and shallow. “Hold on—”
He ignored her plea, only chuckled again, covered her eyes and cinched the sash tight behind her head.
Darkness descended, and that fear jumped another notch. But there was something else, some craving brewing in her veins. Something she couldn’t define.
Sounds echoed through the room—the springs on the bed creaking as he eased off the mattress, the floorboards groaning as he moved around, something clicking on the nightstand, as if he’d set an object down.
Yes, she’d wanted to be seduced, but not like this. Not every fantasy was meant to be lived out. That was why it was a fantasy
Unease shifted through her. She pulled harder on the ropes, desperate to get free. Pain spiraled up her limbs. “Um…this isn’t what I had in mind.”
He chuckled again, reached over and lifted the slim purple dildo. “No? I think you lie. I think purple was even your color of choice.”
Oh shit. She slowed her struggling. Her cheeks heated as she stared at him. He couldn’t possibly know about her fantasies. She’d never shared them with anyone. She—
Her unease jumped. “Are you…Ghul?”
He chuckled once more, an arousing yet dangerous sound, one that shouldn’t send a flutter through her stomach but did. “No. I hail from the Marid tribe.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. Marid were powerful, yet reasonable when it came to negotiations. They kept to themselves, were considered honorable amongst the djinn race, and they rarely crossed into the human realm unless coerced. It was Ghuls one had to worry about. The most depraved of all djinn, they could read minds. Loved to, in fact, use that strategy to torment humans and decipher a soul’s weakness.
“But,” Ashur said, his eyes locked on her, his free hand sliding the length of the dildo, “my master has taught me a few very convenient Ghul skills.”
Her eyes grew wide as she watched him stroke the dildo as if it were his own cock, and her pulse picked up speed until it was a roar in her ears.
He’d tapped into her fantasies. That hadn’t been a dream at all.
Panic set in, spread beneath her ribs. She struggled in earnest against the ropes. “Untie me. Right now. I command it.”
He moved around the bed and leaned close to her ear, so close his musky scent overwhelmed her senses. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you right. Try again, noor . Command me.”
There was just enough venom in the way he said noor that she knew this wasn’t going to be a sweet seduction. He was pissed that she hadn’t freed him. And now he was using her fantasies to torment her. Ghul or Marid, it didn’t matter. He’d obviously learned more than just pleasure skills from his mistress.
That panic grew stronger, more intense. She willed him to back away, but he didn’t move. And then he chuckled once more. A sound that sent a tremor of fear straight down her spine.
“You’re not bound to the opal, noor . Only me. And that means your seduction is mine to choose.”
Oh shit, no …
“Relax,” he breathed hot against her ear. “This is about to get fun.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Claire’s heart raced as Ashur leaned back, that victorious grin curling one side of his lips, making her stomach cave with apprehension over what he had planned.
Wide eyed, she watched as he moved back to the table, picked up the feather and a black strip of silk and brought them and the purple dildo back to the bed.
“Easy,” he said while she struggled against the ropes. “All you’re going to do is hurt yourself.”
He was right. If her wrists weren’t bleeding already, they would be soon unless she stopped her fighting. She tried to relax, but when he leaned over with the black sash, her breaths grew quick and shallow. “Hold on—”
He ignored her plea, only chuckled again, covered her eyes and cinched the sash tight behind her head.
Darkness descended, and that fear jumped another notch. But there was something else, some craving brewing in her veins. Something she couldn’t define.
Sounds echoed through the room—the springs on the bed creaking as he eased off the mattress, the floorboards groaning as he moved around, something clicking on the nightstand, as if he’d set an object down.
Yes, she’d wanted to be seduced, but not like this. Not every fantasy was meant to be lived out. That was why it was a fantasy
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