Chapter Ten

Rhylie walked along the long corridor, her feet silent on the stone floor. Though she was barefoot, the surface didn’t seem cold. Another one of Sandro’s tricks, she knew. She supposed trick wasn’t the right word. Another one of Sandro’s abilities to make everything perfect.

Long steams of flame lined the hallway, one of his trademark’s she knew. It was no wonder he’d been the fireman at the club, dressed in his uniform and ready to fuel flames. He certainly fueled her, in every way possible.

The passage seemed to take forever, but it built her anticipation for what sat at the end, an open double doorway, soft light flowing out from the portal. She wanted to pick up the pace, to run, or at least quickstep, down to where she knew Sandro waited for her.

Her heart had never felt such incredible joy as it did when she thought of him, thought of the way he made her feel, both physically and mentally. It made her believe something she’d never given credence to before, that someone could fall in love, and mean it, without having a lengthy relationship.

Because she did love him. With all her heart. She’d never thought to find anyone to live with forever, especially not a magical djinni who made her feel as if there was nothing else in the world but her.

Still, the things involved with the Djinn lifestyle still concerned her. She didn’t want to think about them now. Later she would talk with him, and they’d settle things. Right now, though, was a time for play.

She picked up the pace, the long, transparent gown she wore swishing around her legs and ankles. This fantasy was one shared by many women, she knew, but it had always struck her as very hedonistic. The minute she’d thought about it she’d pushed it away, knowing she’d never get the chance to fulfill it, and even if she did get the chance she’d chicken out at the last minute, saying it just wasn’t for her.

Sandro had brought it to the front of her mind, though, and there was no way she’d back out now, not when she was indulging with him. She’d let him take her to the moon, if it were possible. That idea made her stop dead in her tracks and lift her brows in wonder. Was it possible, she wondered? She had to remember to ask him that, she thought as she started to walk, breaking into a trot.

The first thing she noticed inside the room was Sandro, sitting on a large throne on a dais in front of a pile of huge fur-like blankets. Four naked men stood around the blankets, all of them hard and ready, and all of them looking at her as if she were Thanksgiving dinner and they hadn’t eaten in weeks.

The four of them were buff, their muscular bodies gleaming in the light that blanketed the room from the fireplace, which took up one whole wall. There was no other furniture except for the chair in which Sandro sat. He stood now, crossing to her and taking her hand, leading her to the edge of the furs.

“Don’t worry, they’re all fake” he whispered in her ear as he slid the gown off her shoulders. It puddled at her feet. “They will prepare you for me while I watch. All you need to do is lie there.”

“What are their names?”

“No names. Tonight they are your pleasure slaves. Lay down milady, and let them bring you, and in return myself, great joy.”

The one closest to her, a tall Adonis with streaming blond hair held out his hand. Sandro took a step back, then caressed her hip. “Go to them.” He turned and walked back to the throne, climbing the steps before sitting down.

Rhylie took the man’s hand, then walked onto the makeshift bed, lying down in the soft, plush fabrics. She sighed as she settled onto them, their warmth and suppleness enveloping her quickly.

Strong hands were on her instantly, caressing her stomach and arms, massaging muscles and tendons. Their touch was strong and sure, and very arousing. She sighed and settled back, letting them knead her flesh.

Her body grew warm, and the wetness that had been there ever since Sandro had kissed her at the top of the pyramid increased, soaking her outer thighs. One of the men ran his hands from her knees up, his fingers sliding into the wetness.

Rhylie groaned, opening for him instantly. His fingers caressed her outer lips and she arched her back, pleasure surging through her as two of the men captured a nipple, one apiece, sucking and nibbling in perfect rhythm.

Her lover below had spread her lips, his fingers stroking her inner lips before sliding down to her opening, two of them pushing inside with gentle ease. The fingers fucked her slowly, and when he added a third, she clasped the blankets, her body tightening with anticipation.

Rhylie undulated in delight as they stroked and licked, fingers and hands and mouths moving all over her, worshiping every inch of her body until every nerve ending was on fire and ready to explode.

When someone’s mouth captured her clit and sucked her body stiffened as her orgasm rolled through her.

“Sandro!’

“Yes, my love, that’s it. Come for me, over and over. Delight in what they can do for you. Delight in the fact that I’m watching and enjoying it as much as you are.”

They were stroking her again, hands pressing against her in a sensual cadence as perfect as a symphony. Fingers were inside her again, fueling the fire building. They thrust in and out in steady rhythm, and when they disappeared they were immediately replaced by another set. It was wicked and naughty, and deliciously wanton. And Rhylie loved every second of it.

The fact that Sandro watched, with such obvious approval and arousal made her enjoy it all the more. She turned her head to him, lowered her gaze to where his erection showed between the slit of the robe. She wanted him inside her. Now.

She glanced at her lovers, hoping to convey that she was enjoying their touch, but she wanted Sandro, too, the man loved. They stayed intent on their task. The sensual smiles on their faces added to her delight. Their hands covered ever inch of her body, from fingers to toes to temples, their lips following the path. The only place they didn’t touch her was her mouth. That, she knew, was for Sandro alone.

“Not yet, la mia stella. I will take you soon, but for now relax and enjoy.”

She nodded, closing her eyes and giving into sensation. They stroked and massaged, her body warming and tingling to their touch.

When they gathered around her hips she glanced down, wondering what would happen next. Magical fingers separated her outer lips, then the first man leaned down and licked her clit. It jumped in response, then he lifted and the second man took his place, running his tongue over the hardened nub.

They took turns, each of them licking her for mere seconds before giving way to the next man. The sensations overtook her as they played, her body sizzling from the attention. When the first man licked, then nibbled, then slid his teeth over her tight bud, Rhylie came again, her hips shooting up until she thought she would smother the man above her.

Two men held her hips up as the man devoured her, a third orgasm rocking her body until she thought she would die of the pleasure.

“Sandro please!”

She opened her eyes to see him standing between her legs, pushing apart the velvet robe and grabbing his hard cock.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me.” He kneeled down, and the men moved to either limb, holding her spread-eagle much as they had the first night at the club. She wondered if they were the same men, then decided it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was Sandro, who waited patiently to take her. “Tell me what you desire.”

“I need you inside me, please.” She struggled against the men who held her, the need to touch Sandro driving her insane.

He stroked his cock, his gaze fastened on her lips. He looked so virile and perfect, kneeling between her legs, the robe still hugging his body, open only enough to reveal his perfect erection.

“Are you certain?” There was an evil glint in his eye. “Perhaps my men can play some more, make sure you are quite ready to take me inside you. I loved watching you wiggle when they touched you, la mia stella.”

“I’m ready…ready…now! Fuck me! Please!” She bucked her hips, crying out when Sandro pierced her folds, sliding inside her with one hard stroke that sent her over the edge again. She screamed his name as his weight pushed her down into the downy blankets below. It took her a few seconds to realize the other four men were gone.

Rhylie quickly gathered Sandro close, encasing his hips in her legs and wrapping her arms around his neck as he plunged back and forth, setting a punishing rhythm that made her body ache in the most delicious way possible.

His harsh, guttural groans made her shiver and when his body stiffened and he whispered her name she felt him release inside her, flooding her body and making her feel as if she were a part of him.

“I love you,” she said, pushing aside the robe and stroking his shoulders. “I want to be with you, forever.”

“Forever,” he whispered, collapsing on top of her and then rolling them onto their sides, his hard cock still buried inside her. He clasped her leg and drew it over his hip, holding her close.

His lips were soft against hers, and she sighed into them when he whispered, “forever,” again.

Rhylie snuggled into his warmth, savoring the heat of his body and the deep sense of contentment that wrapped around her heart. She’d found the man of her dreams, and she was never letting go.