Wish For Me (The Djinn Order #1) (15 page)

I said the magic words.

Irving’s mouth came down on mine so hard it was almost painful. He kissed me, hard and deep, taking me over so quickly that all I could do was surrender and let him invade. I was no longer his master. He was
mine.

His tongue fought with mine for dominance, but it wasn’t much of a fight. He conquered me through submission and there was no going back from that point on. I burned for Irving Amir and I welcomed whatever he wanted to do to me.

I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the kiss. When I opened them again, we were in a bed chamber and I had no doubt that it belonged to Irving.

Opulence seemed to be on the menu that day and Irving’s round chamber was no exception. The walls were covered in gold leaf wallpaper that was applied to appear as though it was plush and billowed. The ceiling wasn’t flat, but curved upward in the center, creating what appeared to be a never-ending tunnel that led up to who knew where. Glass sconces circled the entire chamber, only breaking for a double floor-to-ceiling window shaped like a keyhole and a vaulted entryway that I assumed led to a bathroom. I didn’t see a closet anywhere, but I’d only ever seen Irving make his clothes appear out of thin air, so I figured Djinn probably didn’t need closets.

His bed was gigantic and square with a steel arch and silk bed sheets. The headboard was a steel pulley wall or whatever it was called. All I knew was that there were two pulleys on wheels wedged inside the wall’s many grooves and attached to the pulleys were steel cuffs. Like the ones used in some sort of torture chamber. Like ones I knew I would end up end before the day was over.

“Take off your clothes and lie down,” he commanded. His back was to me and he was undressing. Well, sort of. After he removed his duster, the rest of his clothes just faded away and were replaced by a pair of metallic tweed harem pants that were as masculine as they were beautiful.

“Wow,” I breathed. Irving turned and cocked his head at me. There was a question in his eyes. “You just look so much like…a prince.”

Irving didn’t smile or acknowledge my comment. Clearly I’d answered the wrong question. “Why are you not naked, Glory?”

I shrugged, feeling awkward and slight overwhelmed. “We’re actually going to do this with the lights on and the window open? It’s still the freaking morning time.”

“And that means what exactly?”

I felt like a pimply teenager who was trying to talk herself out of her first sexual encounter. “I’m just not a sex during the day kind of girl. I mean, I haven’t done it often. Maybe once and that’s it.”

“Are you ashamed of your body?”

I blanched. “What?”

“Why do you not want me to see you?”

“I’m not hiding my body from you, Irving. I’m not ashamed of how I look.”

“Good. Then do as you’re told and get naked. Now.”

That confirmed it. I wasn’t the master in this situation. Irving had given me an order and he fully expected me to obey. And I wanted to obey. This order and all the ones that were to follow.

Without another word, I lifted the strap of my bag over my head and set it on the huge lounge not far from the keyhole window, not wanting to sit Irving’s Chronolier on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and popped the button on my pants at the same time. I pulled my shirt over my head, then pushed my pants down. I wasn’t very sexy with it, but I was kind of nervous. Irving watched my every move and when I was down to my bra and panties, he stepped forward and took over.

He kissed me as his hand came around to unhook my bra. He let it slide to the floor without ever breaking the kiss and then proceeded to remove my panties. His hands slid around to cup my ass and then with a slow, never-ending stroke, he pushed my panties all the way down my legs. I flung them away with a foot then wrapped my arms around Irving’s neck so I could have his lips on mine again.

But he stopped me and with his hands on my hips, forced me back. I was pretty sure I snarled at him for the action but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Bed,” he said and gave my butt a little encouraging pat. I narrowed my eyes at him, but then turned on my heels and pranced over to the bed, more than aware that Irving’s eyes were on my ass. I sat down on the bed and waited for my next order.

“Lie back in the center of the bed.”

I did.

“Put your hands above your head.”

Slowly, I obeyed. Irving waved his hand and the cuffs attached to the pulleys clamped around my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I felt as panicked as I sounded. I jerked on the cuffs, but they were locked tight.

Irving smiled and came to stand over me. “I have spent a good portion of my existence making the wishes of others come true.” He leaned down and sucked one of my nipples between his lips. “Now, it is my turn.” He tugged on my wrists and a devilish smile inched across his face.

I quickly realized that using his kinky little pulley system, Irving could put me in any position that he wanted and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. Not that I wanted to, but still. What kind of freak was I dealing with here?

“Spread your thighs,” Irving commanded. “Let me look at you.”

I didn’t move a muscle. “What are you going to do to me?” I whispered.

Irving must have sensed my inner excitement and smiled. “Make you come. Make you scream. Make it impossible for any other man to ever please you.”

I squirmed because I knew Irving was perfectly capable of doing everything he said.

“Spread your thighs for me, Glory. Please do not make me say it again.”

I don’t know why that statement turned me on so much, but I did what I was told. I planted my feet on the silk sheets that felt like heaven against my warm skin and spread my legs so Irving could get his fill.

His violet eyes sparkled when they landed on what I considered to be the most intimate part of me, though surprisingly, not the most sacred. My heart held that title. Once a guy had that, he practically ruled me. Which was why I’d only given it away once and had no plans to do so again.

But this, I could do. I could have mind-blowing sex with a man and know that was all it was. Besides, I was only nineteen and had been a fool to trust my heart once before. I was too young for love, so this worked for me. And by the look Irving had in his eyes, this worked for him, too.

Irving grunted and climbed onto the bed, kneeling in between my legs. He ran a hand from my right knee, down my thigh, until it rested right near the sweet spot.

“You are beautiful, Glory,” he mumbled right before pushing two fingers inside of me.

“Oh!” I gasped as my hips rose off the bed at the sensation. A shaky moan followed when Irving hit an extra sensitive spot.

“Is this good for you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

Irving circled his thumb over my clit again and again, sending a burst of pleasure through my stomach. But as soon as the feeling started to blur my vision, Irving’s fingers slipped out of me.

“Son of a bitch,” I growled.

He smiled and rose from the bed. After discarding his harem pants, he returned and slid his body over mine, attaching his lips to one of my nipples the first chance he got. The sensation was hardly enough to distract me from what I’d just seen hanging between Irving’s thighs.

“You’ll slay me with that thing,” I moaned.

Irving chuckled, knowing what I meant. “I will only bring you pleasure, I promise.” He switched his attention to my other breast.

His hands were all over me by now and I wanted to feel him too. But my hands were still in the cuffs. I jerked on them to get his attention.

“I want out of these, Irving.”

“No,” he said and leaned up to kiss away any further protest. His body was firmly wedged between my legs and I felt his hardness pressed up against my pelvis. He was ready and dammit, so was I.

“Just do me already,” I pleaded. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

With a grunt, Irving pushed inside me. I cried out because fuck, it just felt so good. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and claw at his back, anything to help us be closer, but once again, the cuffs restrained me. However, Irving must have understood what I wanted because he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Then he was kissing me and rolling his hips, bringing us as close together as he could get us.

Every stroke was ecstasy and every place his lips touched sizzled with heat. At one point, Irving lifted up on his elbows and looked down at me, his hips still grinding against mine and drawing the most erotic of moans out of me.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. “The most beautiful female I have ever seen.”

I felt weird returning the compliment while I was cuffed to a wall, but Irving knew how I felt about him. He knew I thought he was sexy as hell and that his body could make any man, immortal or not, green with envy. I’d complimented his stellar looks with every adjective in a thesaurus, but none of them really did him justice. His beauty was beyond what words could describe.

Irving leaned down and kissed me again. Then he pulled away and back into a crouch.

“Hands and knees, Glory,” he said before I could curse him. “I want to see your pretty ass up in the air.”

I frowned, puzzled. I yanked on my cuffs. “How in the—”

“Hurry up, beautiful. My cock wants to be inside of you again and he is far more impatient than I could ever be.”

I glared at him then up at my cuffs. Damn Irving for making me decipher a puzzle when he was supposed to be banging me. I growled and twisted in my cuffs so I could figure out what my first move was.

The wall was basically a maze and I found that it wasn’t really as hard as I expected for me to figure out how to maneuver the pulleys so my arms weren’t twisted like rubber bands. In fact, it was simple and a few moves later, I had it all worked out.

“Very good,” Irving said the moment I was in position. Then he pushed into me with one hard thrust.

He hammered in and out of me, one hand around the back of my neck and the other on my hip. My lips formed an “O” and my gasps of pleasure flowed as constant as a river. The cuffs helped keep me steady, but so did Irving’s unwavering thrusts that not only kept me from losing my balance, but also forced my desire to new heights. I started throwing it back as good as I was getting it and when I clenched around him, Irving knew I was close.

“I want to watch you,” Irving said, and before I realized what was happening, Irving was releasing me from the cuffs and flipping me over. He pulled me into his lap and pushed inside me in a single movement. I wrapped every limb around my Djinn and let him continue to rule me. Deeper and deeper, higher and higher. We climbed with no fear of falling. My fuse was lit and I was set to go off. The slow burn accelerated through my veins and right down to where Irving and I were connected.

And then it happened.

“Irving,” I moaned softly, then louder. “Irving!”

Every molecule that was me came apart. Wave after wave crashed through me, pursued by Irving’s perfection and the way he rolled his hips into mine. I clung to him as though letting go would mean I’d fall to the bed in pieces. That’s how explosive my orgasm was.

Irving kissed me softly and when I finally went limp in his arms, he gently rolled us into a reclined position to recuperate. He didn’t crowd me or try to cuddle and I was glad. It made me feel like Irving knew me better than I thought, or that he was seriously
trying
to get to know me.

It was a distant thought as I drifted off to sleep with an inkling in my chest that somehow, someway, Irving was going to change my life forever.

In so many words, I was screwed.

I woke up to Irving’s finger making swirly patterns on my hip while the rest of his naked body spooned me from behind. I could feel how hard and ready he was already and I immediately became wet. The second he realized I was awake, his entire hand caressed my hip and then slid down my thigh to rest near my knee.

“You inked Nagi into your skin,” Irving muttered in my ear. He kissed my shoulder as his hand slipped between my thighs and lifted up my leg.

I nodded, wondering when he’d noticed the tattoo. “I did.”