Chapter Five

 

 

“Where’s my new employee?” Matuse eased down on a chair beside Paran, who sat stretched out, his hands clasped together on his stomach.

“I told her four. She has to do her community service work first.”

“Sounds good.” He cocked his head. “How are things going?”

“She’s a foul-mouthed little hellion who thinks the world is out to get her. How do you think it’s going?”

Matuse laughed, then stretched out his legs in front of him. “Too much for you to handle?”

“Nothing’s too much for me to handle. I just have to find the right approach. Last night was a disaster.”

“Couldn’t get it up?” Matuse laughed in the face of Paran’s glare. “Figuratively, of course. The whole operation was like a wet noodle? Shot down in a rain of bullets? Burst into a ball of flames?”

“You’re not helping.” Paran sighed in disgust. “I had to arouse her, then lock her clit away from her. She’s probably mad as a spitting cat by now.”

“More than likely. What brought on such a punishment?”

“I asked her to give me one happy memory. I thought if I showed her things could be good, she’d soften just a little. I was wrong.”

“Well, I’m sure being sexually frustrated all day long will make her a peach to deal with once she gets here.”

Paran pursed his lips together. “Sorry about that, but I couldn’t reward her with an orgasm when she refuses to follow the simplest instructions.”

“Oh, I agree. I have to say, you’re being very nice to her.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re not being yourself. You’re not sure how to do nice. And, she’s not used to nice. It throws her off balance and puts her on the defensive.”

“Everything puts her on the defensive.”

“True, but she might respond when her sarcasm is thrown right back. Give her a dose of her own medicine.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t think of that.”

Matuse laughed. “Well, we can’t all be perfect.”

Paran threw a jolt of power toward him, but Matuse disappeared before it could connect. The blast hit the back of the chair and it burst into flames.

Damn, I’m off all the way around today. That should have sizzled the little pup, not the chair.

But, Paran had to admit Matuse had a good idea. He’d been too nice to Moreen. It was time to turn the tables, and see if that didn’t throw her for a loop.

* * * *

Moreen slammed through the door of the Cave of Pleasure, stopping just inside to get her bearings. It was just before four o’clock and she was not in a good mood. Her body was still on fire, still in need of an orgasm. Her clit had throbbed all day thanks to that asshole, Paran. She planned on giving him a piece of her mind when she saw him.

A pert blond came up to her. “Hi Moreen. I’m Cassandra.”

“Goody for you.”

“Well, aren’t we the happy one?” And then she laughed, actually laughed. Moreen wanted to slap her. “Matuse is upstairs. He’ll give you instructions for your new job. We’re happy you’re here.”

“And I’m just thrilled to death,” Moreen muttered as she stomped toward the staircase She mentally calculated how much longer she had to put up with this garbage. Paran had said thirty days, and two had passed now.

She wheeled around and look toward Cassandra, who was still laughing. She glared at the woman, who in turn smiled and waved back.

“Idiot,” she said under her breath as she climbed the stairs.

She found herself in a large room that overlooked the main floor. She crossed it to the only doorway she could see and knocked. The door opened and she swallowed hard. Some things were hard to get used to, like people who could sit at desks and open doors at the same time.

The blond man sitting behind the desk had his head down, working on papers. He motioned her inside. When she stepped into the room, the door closed after her. When he lifted his head and smiled, Moreen’s stomach dropped.

“Great. You’re Aliya’s friend.”

“Yes, I am.” He stood and held out his hand. “Matuse.”

“Well this just gets better and better. Is the witch here?”

She backed up as a dark expression clouded his face. “I’d appreciate it if you’d watch your mouth. No, she’s not here. She’s at work, as you will be in a few short minutes. I have paperwork that needs to be filed, and a few forms you have to fill out.”

“So I’m a secretary?”

“Office worker, yes. You know how to keep books?”

Moreen nodded. Numbers and math were the only things she’d been good at in high school before things went to pot. “I’ve done a little work of that ilk at previous jobs, until the managers remembered I was a thief.”

“You won’t have that problem with me. The books are in terrible shape and need a great deal of work. I’m going to give you an office, and let you come in daily at four, unless five is better for you. Then you can work through the evening.”

“Fine. How much?”

“Fourteen dollars an hour, to start.”

Her eyes widened at the same time her stomach lurched. “What?” The word barely escaped her throat.

“Not enough?” He gave her an indulgent smile. “It’s what I start all my workers at. Once you’ve proven yourself, we’ll discuss raises and bonuses.”

“Um, no, it’s fine.” She did a mental calculation. Before taxes that was more than twenty-two hundred dollars a month. She’d never made that much in one month in her life. She could buy some new clothes, and never be late on the ConEd bill again.

Unless she screwed it up and lost the job.

“Do you know how to use a computer?”

“A little bit.” She’d taken courses in high school, but that was years ago. Every once in a while she’d found time to use the computers at the center, to troll the Internet, mostly looking at news sites, or gossip rags to see what celebrities were up to.

“Well, reacquaint yourself with one, because I want everything kept electronically so I can just call it up from my own computer. They’ll be linked together, with yours in an office downstairs. There will be a manual for you to look at.”

An office? She was going to have an office of her own? She tried to keep her voice steady.

“Fine.”

“And, you’ll need to wear something besides jeans and a T-shirt to work.”

She ran her hands down her jeans. “I have some slacks, but most of the other places I worked supplied uniforms. I’m afraid I don’t have any money to buy new clothes until I get my first paycheck.”

The two paychecks she’d received earlier that week had gone to utilities. She had a hundred dollars left, but she was afraid to use it, keeping it put back to go toward her seven hundred and fifty dollar a month rent.

“Then I’ll advance you some money, say three hundred? You’ll be able to buy some suitable clothing with that.” When she opened her mouth to object, he held up his hand. “It’s not a freebie. It will come out of your paycheck over the course of a few months.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Paran. This was his idea.”

At the mention of the demon’s name, her body shivered in need. She nodded, hoping Matuse hadn’t noticed. If he had, he didn’t say anything. Of course, what would he say?

Gee, do you need some time off so you and Paran can fuck?

Yes, please.

“Let me show you your office.”

She followed him down the stairs. The wait staff stood in groups, laughing and joking. Moreen had never formed close relationships with her co-workers, likely because she was short with all of them almost to the point of being rude. She shook her head. Who was she kidding? Not almost to the point, exactly to the point of being rude.

Moreen recognized the hallway as being the one she and Paran had traveled yesterday evening, with her floating on her back. Matuse stopped at the first door to the right and opened it.

“No windows, I’m afraid, but you’ll be doing most of your work at night, anyway. And don’t feel like you have to stay cooped up in here. You can come out and mingle with the others anytime you want.”

Like that’s going to happen. “Thank you.”

“I’ll leave you to get started. Take a look around, read the manual for the computer and the programs. Then, when you’re more settled in, I’ll have you start on the actual books. I’ll also make sure you get a check before you leave tonight so you can shop for new clothes tomorrow.”

He left without waiting for an answer, closing the door behind him.

Moreen took in her surroundings. The walls were painted a soft peach color, and prints of beach scenes hung on the walls. She had always wanted to go to the beach, but so far she’d never been. She imagined wiggling her toes in the sand and standing knee-deep in the surf as the water rolled around her legs.

She shook off the fantasy before it could take root in her mind. She’d never have enough money to take a vacation, not even at fourteen dollars an hour. The only thing the extra money did for her was make sure she’d have enough to pay her bills and eat.

Moreen sat down at the desk and studied the computer. It looked state-of-the-art, not like the older models they had at the center. The keys felt slick under her fingertips. She backed away, thinking it best to read the manual first and make sure she knew how it worked before she screwed anything up.

She picked up the booklet and opened it to the first page.

Time seemed to fly as she became engrossed in her reading, determined to learn everything she could about the machine. When she realized Paran was reading over her shoulder she jumped back.

“What do you want?” Her clit, which had calmed down a little, tingled when her back hit his chest. She leaned forward and hugged the manual close to her.

“Riveting,” he said with a smirk. “Do you think it would win a Pulitzer?”

“I repeat, what do you want?”

“I brought your advance, unless you don’t want it.” He held out an envelope, then snatched it back before she could take it. “Say please.”

“To you? I’ve been miserable all day because of you.”

“You’ve been miserable because of yourself. If you’d just behaved last night, you would have felt as if you touched the stars.”

She snorted out a laugh. “Think a lot of yourself, do you?”

“You will too, in good time.”

“Fat chance. Now, give me my check and get the hell out. I have work to do.”

He did a mid-air flip over the desk, landing on his feet, facing her. He waved the envelope in front of her nose. “Say please.”

The throb into her clit turned into a full-fledged ache. She needed to have an orgasm. Now. But she would be damned if she’d give him the satisfaction. “Why should I have to say please? It’s mine.”

“And I was nice enough to bring it to you, wasn’t I?”

“I could have walked upstairs and picked it up myself. Take it back up there and I’ll get it when I leave.”

The envelope now dangled from between his thumb and forefinger. He waved it gently and she realized after a few moments that her gaze was focused on his fingers, not on the paper. Memories of those fingers on her clit invaded her mind, pushing away her need to stay one up on him.

“Can I have my check?”

He widened his eyes. “I don’t know, can you?”

“May I have my check, please?”

“Pretty please, with sugar on top?”

She leaned back in her chair and glared at him.

“What’s wrong, did your mother never teach you that saying?”

“My mother taught me a lot of things, not the least of which was how to be polite. I asked nicely. You’re just egging me on.”

“Am I? Perhaps your mother didn’t teach you as much as you thought.”

Moreen stood and slammed her hand on the desk. “You know nothing about my mother. She’s a good, kind person. She taught me how to behave politely, how to be nice to people, and how…” Her words trailed off.

The silence grew thick for a long minute. She thought about her rude comment to Cassandra when she’d come in, and then the way she’d insulted Aliya in front of her new boss, Aliya’s boyfriend. Not smart moves. He mother would have decried her rudeness and made her apologize.

What would her mother think of her now?

Not much, Moreen knew. Not a day went by that she didn’t think of her parents, and the pain that she’d caused them. Being rude to people was just an extra slap in the face to them.

“Tell me what else she taught you that was good.” His voice felt like a caress over her skin.

“She taught me to say please and thank you. She said to get respect you had to give it. She said I should respect my elders—which would be you, by the way. And she said you could catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“Now, was that so hard? All those wonderful memories tied up in the simple things our parents teach us, like on how to behave. But you haven’t forgotten them; you’ve just pushed them to the back of your mind. You need to bring them forward, let them breathe, let them take root again.”

She sat down, wondering how she’d let him trick her into saying those things. And then she laughed as memories of her mother’s smiling face took center stage in her mind.

“She’s a wonderful woman. And I disappointed her very much.”

“There’s still time, don’t worry.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“Don’t you dare be nice to me. I think you’re a pig, tricking me like that.”

His laughter sent chills up her spine. “Would you like your orgasm now, or later?”

The need pulsed inside her. She wanted to tell him to go straight to the devil, that she didn’t want an orgasm from him. But it would be a lie.

A huge lie.

“Now.”

She gasped as her clothes disappeared and she was lifted into the air, her crotch right at the level of his mouth.

“Spread your legs.”

She kicked out her feet, nervous at being in the air with nothing to hang on to. He traced his tongue over her slit and she sighed, spreading her legs as wide as possible. He then wrapped his arms around her, grasping her buttocks and pulling her into his face, his tongue attacking her with vigor.

Short gasps escaped her mouth as he licked her, the ball hitting her clit over and over. She came within seconds, the sensation unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Of course she’d been aroused since late last night, and that alone would increase the intensity of her orgasm.

But more than that, it was the expert way Paran played with her, using the tip of his tongue to push her hard clit into her soft folds, the feeling almost painful and yet oh so sweet. He continued to lick her after she’d come, his mouth moving in circles over her swollen wet flesh.

She felt herself rise in the air, and then come down. He shaped his tongue into a sharp V and pushed inside her. She screamed out another release as he fucked her with it harder and harder while his hands kneaded her buttocks.

“Oh. My. God.” She trembled with aftershocks as she hung in midair. He continued to lick her, his tongue barely touching her now, yet spreading almost as much pleasure as he had at first.

“So tasty.” He flicked at her clit and she wiggled. “I love to eat your pussy.”

“Paran, may I come down now?”

“Not yet. I may get hungry again.” He rolled the ball over her clit again, sending spasms of pleasure through her.

“But I have work to do.”

“Matuse will understand. He enjoys good sex, too.” She shuddered in ecstasy as he trailed his fingers up and down her sides. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Yeah, right.”

Smack.

“Ouch!” She rubbed the back of her thigh where he’d slapped her.

“No more of that, do you understand? What did I say about taking compliments?”

“And what if the compliment is false? Am I supposed to pretend you’re not lying to me?”

“I’m not lying. You’ll see soon enough.” He set down on the table, putting his hands behind his head. His erection jutted up and she licked her lips.

She floated toward him, the feeling of weightlessness making her body tingle.

He positioned her over his body. “Take me inside you.”

“But, a condom—”

“Djinn can’t carry disease, and I can only impregnate you when I choose. Now, do you want me, or not?”

His voice said he knew the truth, that if she didn’t take him, she was a fool, but he wouldn’t push her. “Yes. I still don’t like you though.”

His grin made laugh. “So you’re a liar as well as a thief. That’s a good thing to know. Now fuck me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, put her hands on his chest and gently started lowering herself down. The ring from his piercing slid along her sensitive flesh, making her shiver in delight. As his shaft moved inside her, the balls from his piercings rubbed the side walls of her pussy, increasing the sensations of his thick cock sliding inside her. Her clit pulsed with pleasure and she pushed down hard.

“That’s it. Take it all. Yes, good girl.” He grasped her hips and guided her down again. He tried to keep her in place, but she pushed his hands aside and rode him, hard. It had been so long since she’d had anything but a vibrator inside her, and the combination of her prolonged arousal and his decorated cock made it hard for her to take it slow.

The faster she moved, the closer she came to yet another orgasm. When it came, she knew it would almost be her undoing.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, and within seconds she spilled over. “Paran! Fuck me, oh God yes!”

The room seemed to spin, her head light and airy. When she opened her eyes, she was on the desk and he was above her, her legs hooked over his shoulders. She knew they probably heard her screaming in the hallway, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the man above her and his hot, hard cock.

He pounded into her, his dick feeling as if it would go the entire length of her body. He grasped her ankles and bent her further down, causing his shaft to slide back and forth over her G-spot.

“Too much, too much.” She tried to wiggle away, but an invisible rope went around her middle and held her in place.

“I decide when it’s too much, not you. Who do you obey?” When she didn’t answer, he pounded her even harder, the jewelry leaving hot trails over her wet flesh. “Answer me!”

“You, oh Paran, you. I obey you.”

“Don’t ever forget it. Fight me again on something and your punishment will be much worse than a day without an orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpered as another orgasm slipped over her body, this one more intense than the last. Her pussy, unused to any activity, ached from the pounding it received. “Please, I’m begging. No more. Please. Too much.”

He stopped moving, then placed his mouth right next to hers. His breath was hot on her lips as he spoke. “What did I say?”

“Please, I’m begging. It’s been so long.”

“You don’t listen very well. We’re going to have to work on that.” He pumped several more times, the feeling going straight to her womb, and then he came. She felt his warm liquid inside her, moving as if it were part of her, claiming her.

He looked into her eyes and she could see red passion burning in his gaze. The room seemed to spin again, and then it looked as if lightening bounced off the walls. Flashes of color danced before her eyes. Her heart sped up as he stared, the heat from his body enveloping her. For a few seconds, she thought he might kiss her, might lean down and claim her mouth with the fierce intensity that shown in his gaze.

Instead he moved away gently, easing out of her and letting go of her ankles. He lowered her legs to the table. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly, running his fingers through his hair.

She thought that something was wrong, that she’d done something wrong. She was not experienced enough for a man like this. “No, that’s not what I meant when I was begging you to stop. It’s just been so long... It felt wonderful—too wonderful. I screwed it up, though, didn’t I?”

“No, you didn’t.” His voice sounded weary, and then he chuckled. “I know it was good.”

She laughed. “You are so conceited.”

“I’m sure of myself. It’s a much better phrase.” He held out his hand and pulled her close to him. “Come, I’ll take you home and then tomorrow we shop.”

“We?” There was a huge part of her that wanted him to say he’d stay with her, not let her go. She heard him whisper something before clasping her hand tightly.

“Yes, we,” he said out loud.

The way he said it let Moreen know she could argue, but she wouldn’t win. She decided to save her energy for tomorrow, when they would obviously be fighting over the clothing she would buy.