Chapter Seven

Sandro sat alone, the fire casting shadows over his handsome face. He seemed so close that it seemed as if he and the flames were almost one. The orange glow made him more handsome than ever. He wore loose fitting linen pants and no shirt.

Still, she felt more naked than he was, though, especially since she knew what would happen. She hadn’t thought about this in ages. How was it that he’d discovered it, buried in the recesses of her mind? After Cassidy had told her about it, Rhylie had fantasized about it for days. And now it was about to happen.

The appearance of a tray of drinks in her hand startled her just a bit, and at that moment Sandro turned to give her a sensual smile.

“Ah, just in time. I’m very thirsty. Come here, girl, don’t just stand there.”

“Yes, sir.” She would not think about the implications, or about where this desire had actually sprung from. She would enjoy herself, savor every second of this fantasy.

She hurried across the room, bending to offer the tray to Sandro. When she did, her breasts popped out. He licked his lips, then slowly lifted his gaze to her, the desire in his eyes burning into her soul.

The sensual tone of his voice made her shiver, and when she did the tray tipped, spilling the glass and soaking the front of the Sandro’s shirt. Mock anger flashed over his face and Rhylie gasped.

“My, what a bad little girl you are. Should I throw you out on the streets, or should I teach you a lesson?”

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

“Yes, so am I.” He grasped her around the waist and pulled her across his lap. The skirt had barely covered her before, but from this position she was totally visible, and totally vulnerable.

Sandro slapped a hand on either buttock, clasping it firmly and squeezing. Rhylie tried not to panic, forcing herself to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth.

She still had one foot on the floor, and Sandro put his knee between her legs, forcing them open. And then, he slapped her ass. The sting spread through her behind, heading straight for her clit, which tightened in response. The air hit her wet nether lips, sending tendrils of pleasure through her.

He slapped her ass again, the sound from the stiff petticoats crumpling under his arm competing with the loud thwack from his hand coming down on her bare bottom.

“Sandro!” He slapped her ass again and Rhylie shuddered, the pleasurable sting seeping into her pores. He gave her two more softer smacks, then rubbed her behind.

“You’ve been a bad girl.”

“Yes, I have.” She wanted to be bad. Very bad.

“Perhaps this will set you straight.” The slaps grew in intensity, two on either side, the yearning for more spreading through her, and frightening her more than a little bit. You weren’t supposed to enjoy being spanked, were you? But she knew many women did, and now she was one of them.

His hand came down over and over, the slaps just hard enough to make her bottom throb. When the sting turned to a slight pain he stopped and stroked her behind, his fingers warm and gentle against the burn of her buttocks.

“What a wicked girl you are. It’s a good thing I’m here to set you on the right path, isn’t it?” The next slap made her groan, and she mumbled out a yes.

And then, the spanking started again, his hand not striking so hard, but still leaving quite an impression on her bottom. When the sting turned to a burn he caressed her, his hand soft and gentle against the tingling the spanking left behind.

“Are you ready to be a good girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stand up and turn around.” She obeyed him immediately, her body buzzing as it had never done before. She felt as if electricity flowed through her veins, giving her sexual energy like she’d never felt before. Was it the spanking, or was it Sandro? She knew the answer to that one quite easily.

It was the fact that Sandro had spanked her. She had no doubt that if she’d participated in the activity with any other many it wouldn’t have left her feeling as charged as she was right now.

But it was more than physical contentment she felt right now. Her soul felt a bond with Sandro. They belonged together, forever. But what did that mean, exactly? How was it possible? Humans didn’t have relationships with djinn, did they?

A slap on her ass brought her back to reality. She turned to face him, her eyes widening.

“Pay attention, bad girl. Don’t allow your mind to wander on that which is already decided. Now, spread your legs, then reach down and touch the floor.”

Vulnerability snaked through her as she positioned herself in front of him. The maid’s outfit hugged her close, yet her breasts hung loose, and the whole bottom half was open to his inspection.

His hands roamed her buttocks, stroking the now tender flesh. She closed her eyes and gave into the sensations he provided, relaxing into his touch as one hand continued to caress her and the other cupped her mons, his thumb sliding inside her easily, his entrance paved by the wetness that flooded her during his spanking.

Was that purring sound coming from her? That’s almost what it sounded like, a deep, contented purr as he stroked his thumb in and out of her channel, his other fingers seeking, and finding, her clit.

She came almost instantly, his free arm wrapping around her waist to keep her in position. The purr turned into a soft mewl, her hands clawing the floor for purchase as pleasure spread through her body, igniting nerve endings and making her feel as if she would pass out from the incredible feelings his touch produced.

She could feel his breath on the small of her back as he continued to fuck her with his thumb. She wanted to stay in this position forever, savor the closeness she felt at this moment, both physically and mentally. When he gently vacated she cried softly in protest, pushing her hips back at him.

“More, please.”

“Of course, la mia stella. More for both of us.” Her body felt limp as he stood and picked her up, carrying her to a huge tester bed she hadn’t noticed when she entered the room. She’d had eyes only for him at the time.

But how could she have missed it? The bed was huge, the four posters holding up the wooden canopy from which hung sheet after sheet of thick purple drapes. Before she could get a good look they were cocooned inside the drapes, Sandro laying her gently on the bed before sitting with his back against the headboard.

He grasped his hard cock, and her eyes widened. What had happened to his pants? He’d had them on while he’d been spanking her, though she’d been able to feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, rubbing her with each stroke.

“Come and mount me, Rhylie. Ride me until you can ride me no more, and then I shall give you the strength to continue until we are both sated with our love.”

She scrambled toward him, straddling his hips and placing his cock at her entrance. Their gazes locked as she moved, lowering herself slowly onto him, pulling back after a few inches were inside her, then starting down again, the incredible fullness of him stretching her wide as she welcome him inside.

She tried to draw it out as long as she could, but her passion for him got the best of her. When he stroked her thigh, then pulled her close and captured a nipple she arched into him, lowering herself all the way, the head of his cock pressing against her womb.

His hands grasped her thighs as he continued to suckle, his teeth grazing against her nipple. Rhylie threw her head back and started to rock, the pressure building inside her threatening to break free and send her tumbling over the edge, yet again.

Just when she thought she would fly, he stopped her, pulling his mouth from her nipple and spreading his legs, upon which she’d been resting. She tumbled back, landing on the bed, her hips lifted by a pillow that magically appeared under her. Her feet were planted firmly on either side of his hips, and the blood rushed to her head as she lay back onto the bed, letting him take over.

Sandro grasped her hips, keeping himself snug inside her. “Touch yourself.” His feather-soft voice made her quiver, and she spread her lips, her fingers finding her clit, brushing aside the hood and assault the tight bundle.

Pleasure slammed into her as he pulled her into his cock, slamming into her until she thought he would become a permanent part of her body. She clutched him tightly, her pussy closing around his hardness, never wanting to let go.

“How beautiful you look, giving yourself joy while I watch, so trusting and full of love, full of desire.

His words washed over her as she played, spreading herself for him to see, making slow leisurely passes with her fingers, sliding down to where they were joined and teasing him, savoring the sound of his groans before sliding back up to her clit.

He fucked her with a steady rhythm, encouraging her to play and please him, and herself, to let go and be his beautiful little star, shining brightly for everyone to see. Her body

Rhylie knew the minute he came, could feel the warmth of his cum spread into her. For a split second she worried that they’d never discussed birth control, or anything other matters couples discuss before they make love for the first time. But then one half of the couple was usually not a djinni, or at least she didn’t think so.

When his hold on her lessened, she snuggled down into the bed, still dressed as the naughty French maid. Within seconds he was beside her, cuddling her close to him, stroking her sides and kissing her neck and chin.

“I love you so much, Rhylie.” He claimed her lips then, sliding his tongue over her teeth and into the back of her mouth as she groaned under him. He captured her response, that she loved him, too, then pushed further into her, holding her cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb playing over her soft flesh.

When he finally broke he kissed her nose and she felt a blush spread over her cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, little minx. I knew that, despite the misgivings I could feel, you’d enjoy your spanking. Was it as erotic as you’d thought it would be?”

“More.” She put her hand on his chest, right above his heart as if checking to make sure he was real. “I’d wondered, when Cassidy told me how much fun it was, if she was telling the truth, or if she was lying.”

She nibbled on his bottom lip before continuing. “She didn’t do it justice.”

Deep laughter filled the bed, wrapped as it was in the drapes and she giggled. “You know, when you said you’d looked into the back of my mind, I thought…” Her voice trailed off, too embarrassed to voice what she thought he’d seen.

The evil grin that spread across his face made her insides quake with desire. “Don’t worry, la mia stella. I saw that fantasy, too.”