Abracadabra (7 page)

“Genie, please do the hon—” A blood curdling scream reverberated throughout the room as Adara thrashed and tried to stomp Savi.

In self preservation Savi wound herself around the woman’s leg and hoped Mark would have presence of mind to grab the bottle.

Dammar growled. Fire spit from his mouth and glazed in his coal black eyes. “You are toast, serpent.”

Mark grabbed the bottle and jumped back. “Dammar, I am now the bottle’s owner and as such your new master. You will do as
I
command, genie.”

When Mark’s voice rumbled around Savi she removed her fangs from the woman and unwrapped herself. She slithered to Mark’s side and looked up at him, imploring him for help.

Mark smiled down at her, then narrowed his gaze on Dammar. “Genie, I wish you to fully restore Savannah to her human form and full health.”

“Yes, Master. As you wish.” Dammar snarled and crossed his arms over his massive chest and blinked.

Savi reverted to her human self. Overjoyed to be herself again, Savi flung herself into Mark’s arms. Pressing her ear to his chest, she revelled in his powerful heartbeat, his masculine scent but mostly in his love.

“Are you okay, my love?” Mark dropped a light, tingling kiss on the top of Savi’s head and his free hand caressed the small of her back.

His touch did naughty things to her equilibrium and she squirmed. She yearned to pull him into her bed and never let him out. But this wasn’t the time so she ordered her body to behave.

Amazed and still in awe of the genie’s powers, Savi wiggled her fingers and toes. She stretched her arms and legs, circled her head and touched her hair. They were lucky to be alive. But she didn’t trust Dammar or Adara.

Savi whispered in Mark’s ear, “She has to go far away, before she can steal back the bottle.”

Mark eyed Adara who glared at them. “Dammar, send Adara to Manhattan.”

“But, Master…”

“Do it.
Now.
”

Dammar blinked Adara away, then faced Mark. “What else do you wish of me,
Master
?”

 Savi leant her head close to Mark’s. In a low voice she asked, “What will we do with him? We can’t keep him. If someone else gets the bottle… If he tricks you…”

“I have an idea or two about how to contain him,” Mark whispered in her ear. Then Mark opened the bottle and pointed it at the genie. “Dammar, return to your bottle.”

Dammar scowled as he turned to smoke and disappeared into the bottle. His voice echoed through the room, “You will regret this for the rest of your days, human.”

Quickly and forcefully, Mark corked the genie’s bottle. “I don’t think so.”

Mark said to Savi, “Now we have to bury him for eternity so he can’t hurt anyone else.”

She nodded. Her heart hammered her ribs but her breathing eased. “I love you. I feel like such a fool to have doubted you.”

Mark pulled back and looked down at her sternly with an unfathomable expression. “Did I give you reason to doubt me?”

She searched her soul and knew he hadn’t. She’d let her imagination run wild, had listened to other people’s stories. “No. If you give me another chance, I’ll never doubt you again. I’ll do anything…”

A wicked glint entered Mark’s eyes. “Be my sex slave.”

The ground quaked. Her pussy quivered. Had he read her mind?

Then the bottle rattled angrily and started hopping on the table.

Alarm replaced her gooey feelings with fear. She eyed the bottle with trepidation.

“We have to dispose of the genie before he escapes,” Mark said.

Chills chased down her spine, but she agreed one hundred percent so she nodded.

Mark grabbed the bottle and headed towards the door. “Get your purse and go to the car. I have an idea.”

They hurried into Mark’s new Corvette and he sped out of the driveway.

“What are you going to do?”

Mark pulled into a hardware store and hopped out of the car. ”Bury this sucker in the middle of nowhere.”

Dammar roared his rage, and the bottle shook.

She flinched and glared at the bottle wishing Dammar to be gone. “Hurry!”

A couple of of moments later Mark ran out of the store with a shovel, a bucket full of supplies, and a gallon of water and tossed them into his trunk.

Then Mark drove deep into the Everglades, far back onto a dirt path. Finally he parked and they carried the bottle and supplies deeper into the woods.

”What now? We’re going to dig a hole and throw him in?”

Mark pursed his lips and nodded. He dug a deep hole, then he mixed some water and powdered concrete in the bucket and poured some into the bottom of the pit.

“You’ll pay for imprisoning me,” Dammar’s voice rang out clear and menacing. “I’ll find a way out and there’ll be hell to pay. I curse you and your descendants!”

Mark gestured to the bottom of the hole. “Drop him in.”

Savi threw the bottle into the pit, then rubbed her hands down the length of her legs trying to rub off the vile feelings.

“You’ll burn in hell for this!” Dammar’s voice boomed so loud animals roared in answer. “Your lives are worthless when I get out. You’ll wish you were a mere serpent…”

Mark poured the rest of the concrete over the bottle. Then he shovelled the rest of the dirt over the top. When the last of the earth was piled on top, Mark stomped on it until it was packed hard.

Vicious growls startled her and she jumped into Mark’s arms. “Was that an alligator?”

“Or a croc.”

Mark’s reply was so blasé that she did a double take.

Mark shook his head and laughed. “We just defeated a powerful, evil genie and you’re worried about a reptile?”

She tugged on his hand and pulled him to the car. “Yes. Let’s go home. Or don’t you want me to be your sex slave anymore?”

Mark kissed her long and hard inside the locked car. “Of course I do. As soon as we get home.”

Less than an hour later they were inside her apartment building and he pulled her into his arms.

She didn’t demure when he scooped her into his arms and carried her across the threshold. She didn’t protest when he drank deeply of her or when he carried her to the bed.

“How much do you love me?” he murmured against her lips.

“Very much.” She nibbled his earlobe then bathed it with her eager tongue, trying to drive him as crazy as she had in the old days, as crazy as he was driving her.

“Enough to marry me?”

Emboldened, Savi flicked her tongue over the rapidly flickering pulse in his neck and confessed huskily, “Enough to do whatever you want me to, marriage included.” Deviltry dancing in her soul, she added, “Later. I thought you wanted me to be your
sex
slave. Ravish me, lover.”

Mark unbuttoned her blouse, and his fingers blazed a trail of heat from her breasts to her pussy. “It’s my turn to take you on a magical journey.”

“Got a magic carpet?” Returning the favour, she slipped his buttons from their holes, and followed her progress with her tongue. When he shivered at her every touch she delighted in the power she wielded over him.

“We don’t need one, darlin’.” He divested her of her blouse and captured her nipple between his lips and suckled it.

Moaning greedily, she pushed her aching breast deeper into his mouth. Eager to feel all of him, she pushed his shirt off, and let it pool on the floor behind him. Pulling him back to the bed, she unsnapped his jeans and pushed them off his hips then released the object of her burning desire.

Mark eased her pants down her legs until she kicked the stifling clothing across the room.

“Take me on your magic ride.” She spread her legs wide and licked her lips so that he couldn’t miss her come-hither invitation.

“Eager little vixen, aren’t you?”

She eyed his pulsing cock glistening with drops of his pre cum. “I’ve been waiting over two years to kiss you whenever I want. Let’s stop wasting our energy on small talk.”

Mark nodded, his dark gaze intense on her pussy. He rubbed against her and cupped her pussy with his hand. He stuck his finger inside as if to test her readiness, removed it then plunged his cock deep inside.

She screamed in ecstasy not caring if her neighbours heard. Sheathing him tightly, she matched his feverish rhythm and milked his seed. Flames of ecstasy blazed out of control, licked her veins and consumed her.

Her nerves screamed for release as her pussy clenched and unclenched around his slick shaft, and she opened her legs wider to take him in as deeply as possible.

Fireworks ignited and lit the heavens, propelling her to the outer reaches of the galaxy, far beyond the Milky Way. Screaming, she clung to Mark as waves of rapture ruptured through her.

Slamming his cock into her one final, powerful time, Mark shuddered against her, moulding her to him. He captured her lips as he plundered her pussy. His tongue mated with hers, exulting her with elation. 

Profound truth struck her. She craved this man heart and soul. She yearned to be his sex slave for eternity and for him to be hers.

About the Author

Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer. She's been told she has a wicked sense of humour and often incorporates humour and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

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