To Rub, Honor and Obey Page 5

  “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.

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bsp; “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.

  Chapter Six

  Paran rubbed at his chest, one hand on the wall. He felt Matuse behind him, felt his amusement. “Don’t. Say. A. Word.”

  “A word.”

  Paran spun around and threw an energy ball at Matuse. The half demon/half-djinni couldn’t duck it this time, and it hit him in the arm. He screamed in anger, then conjured his own before closing his fist and taking a step back. They stood locked in a battle of wills before Matuse finally shook his head.

  “Even I felt it. Why didn’t you complete it?”

  “Without her permission? No, I won’t mate with her fully until she accepts herself, and me, for who we both are.”

  “You’re fated to be together. You can’t fight it anymore than I could with Aliya.”

  “I know that,” Paran said, his voice low. “But she knows nothing of our world—not really. Once I’ve taught her to love herself, then I can tell her that I’ll never let her go. But not before.”

  He stretched out in the air, putting his hands behind his head. His hair drifted down to the floor. “The only way to help her to learn is to be firm with her, as you said. Hopefully she’ll realize the bond we have before the time is over. If not, I’ll bring it to her attention. Do not worry.”

  * * * *

  “Did somebody give you a happy pill this morning, or did you have a good night last night?”

  Moreen turned to Bruce Ashbury, the founder of the Parker Center for Teens. He’d started the center after his nephew, Parker, had been shot during a fight with other teens. This, he thought, would help keep at least a few of the kids off the streets. And when the courts started sending kids here who were on probation, he knew he was doing a good thing.

  Moreen agreed with him to his face, but silently she knew that when they left here at night, these kids were doing the same things she did when she was their age.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You’re practically walking on air this morning.” He winked at her. “It’s a very nice change.”

  “Are you saying I’m usually rude?”

  “Yeah.”

  Moreen frowned at him. At this very moment she hated Bruce’s propensity for honesty. “Thanks a lot.”

  “It’s not like we haven’t discussed it before. It’s just that you never listened to me.”

  “I’m sorry I’m such a pain.”

  Bruce sighed heavily. “That’s not what I said. You’re a great addition here, Moreen. You do good work with the kids. You just need to relax a little, and it looks like you have, because today you’re smiling. It makes you a much more pleasant person to be around.”

  Well, getting pounded by a pierced penis has that effect on me. “Thanks, I think.”

  “You’re welcome.” He winked again, then his face lit up in recognition and pleasure. “Mr. Paran, welcome.”

  Moreen’s breath caught in her throat as Paran walked across the floor toward them. He wore a tailored pair of black pants and a white button-down shirt, and his hair secured in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. There was a smile on his handsome face, and when he reached them, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

  Bruce’s eyebrows shot up, and Moreen could tell he was trying, yet failing, to hide a smile. “I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

  “We have a mutual friend,” Paran said. “I believe you’ve met Aliya. And it’s just Paran, remember?”

  “Of course, no Mr. And yes, the blond with Mr. Matuse. Very nice lady.”

  “Humph.” Moreen frowned, and then tried to smile when confusion crossed Bruce’s face. “Sorry, gas. Excuse me for burping.”

  “Right,” he replied. “No problem.”

  She looked at Paran, who was hiding his laughter behind a closed fist in front of his mouth. She wanted to take that fist and shove it up his… nose.

  His look of “bring it on” let her know he’d read her mind.

  “Moreen, why don’t you take Paran and show him the pool tables we purchased with his contribution. We bought four of them, and the three air hockey tables, too—wonderful additions for which we thank you very much.”

  “You’re most welcome. And when we’re done with that, I’m going to steal her for the rest of the afternoon. She’s working now at the Cave of Pleasure as a bookkeeper, and I have a few things to discuss with her.”

  Bruce’s face lit up. “You didn’t tell me that. One job to replace the two you had is fantastic news. No wonder you’re so happy today.”

  Paran’s laughter filled the room. “Yes, she’s thrilled today, I have no doubt. More time to sleep, more time to volunteer, more time to play.”

  “You could up your hours here and finish your comm…. um, yes.” Bruce looked uncomfortable.

  “It’s all right, Bruce. Paran knows I’m on probation.”

  “Yes, Moreen and I have no secrets from each other. We’ve become very close in the last few days.”

  “Even better news,” Bruce said, looking past them toward the doorway. “That thrills me almost as much as the job news. I’ve got to run and talk to a parent. It’s good to see you Paran.”

  Bruce and Paran shook hands, and then he left the two of them together.

  “You arrogant SOB.”

  He leaned down until they were eye to eye. “Admit it: you’re happy because you got a good fucking last night. A very good one.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. It could b
e that I’m just happy I didn’t have to serve overpriced coffee to women with too much time on their hands.”

  Paran clicked his tongue against his teeth, then shook his head. “No, it’s my dick that’s making you smile. I know it’s the truth, and so do you. Now, show me those tables so we can go and spend your money.”

  They walked toward the doorway to the rec room, Paran stopping at intervals to talk with some of the kids who were playing card games or talking in groups. Moreen loved watching him interact with the youths, making them smile and laugh. The girls watched him with appreciation, and that made her grin. He was undoubtedly a fine specimen of man—demon.

  That thought hit her in the gut. He wasn’t a man who she could fall in love with, he was a demon. He used to drive people crazy and make bad things happen. Would he try something like that with her? She knew he wouldn’t, but still, a little fear of it took hold in the back of her mind. Deep down, he was evil. He’d told her so himself. And people, demon or not, didn’t change. He wasn’t someone she could take home to mama, if her mother spoke to her, that is.

  When he turned to her, she knew he’d read her thoughts, loud and clear.

  She inhaled sharply when his voice sounded in her mind. I’ve changed. You can too, if you just put your heart into it.

  When they walked away from two tittering females she put her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry if I upset you, I didn’t mean…”

  “Don’t apologize for what you feel.” He stopped and turned to her. “Honor yourself enough to know there are reasons for your thoughts and feelings, and those reasons need to be explored. But you’re right about one thing: I’m not someone to take home to mama. I never have been. But you’re wrong about the changing part. People can change; they can corral the bad parts of themselves and work to make things better.”

  They stepped into the rec room and Moreen pointed out the tables, giving him the standard spiel about how many kids came in every day, how the money he’d donated helped keep teens off the streets and out of trouble.

  She noticed him looking around the room, as if in search of something, his eyes taking in every person as if to size them up.

  “What’s wrong?”