Bollywood Nightmare (7 page)

“Then I will warm you up.” He pulled off his dirty smudged T-shirt and lay down behind me, cupping my body with his. I loved the feel of his lithe length against me, the hardness at his crotch pressing in to my soft buttocks being the most potent example of his lust for me.

His fingers were rough from hard work but so soft and gentle in his caress of my skin. Up and down my arm he moved his hand before slipping it down over my hip to my stomach.

I held my breath. I didn’t have a particularly good relationship with my stomach. I often berated it and wished it didn’t exist. I worried that the soft wobble there would turn him off too but as he stroked around my belly button I heard him moan and felt his cock jump behind me.

He lingered around my tummy for a while then, as if he’d been summoning courage to move lower he darted his hand down under the waistband of my light pyjama bottoms and into the gentle fuzz of my pubic hair.

My breath caught in my throat and I concentrated solely on his fingertips against my pubis. Each move, each slip made me tingle, made my nipples harden and ache, made me wetter and hotter between the thighs. Aseem had to work his fingers down into the slight gap between my legs, I couldn’t spread them as wide as I wanted with my ankles tied so firmly together. The constriction and frustration just seemed to make me more sensitive. Aseem’s fingertip just tapped the top of my clit and I gasped with the intense pleasure that radiated through my body.

“Wow, Kiya, you’re so wet.” Aseem’s breath tickled at my ear.

“For you,” I moaned in reply, “I’m so wet for you.”

His finger rubbed up and down between my lips, my juices slicking its movement and amplifying the throbbing joy that spread through me from his pressured manipulation of my clit.

“I need more of you, I need more of you now.”

“Yes,” I gasped, but I felt deprived as his touch left my body. It was only for a short while though. He sat up and worked at the knots on the ropes around my ankles. As much as I enjoyed being bound I was happier when I could stretch my legs again even when they tingled with the decompression of my blood supply.

Aseem held my ankles reverently then lowered his lips to kiss the red marks there before dropping the left one to the ground and kissing up along my right calf. He rubbed warmth into my chilled limb. His fingers moved higher behind his leading kisses. My legs tingled from the blood flow returning and the anticipation of his gentle ministrations that continued up to the juncture of my thighs. I held myself still, waiting for the caress of his tongue between my damp lower lips but he moved right past the core of my ache and continued kissing down the left thigh, his hands rubbing and caressing ahead, warming my skin.

I was so hot by the time he reached the other ankle that I could feel the heat blossoming on my chest and my cheeks. I was moaning with undisguised lust and was so wet he could have fucked me there and then without any more foreplay. I was seconds away from begging him to do it too.

“You’re so beautiful,” he exclaimed as he stretched out on his stomach between my thighs. “I wish we’d met under better circumstances.”

There was a catch of emotion in his voice, it wasn’t just lust, it was deeper than that, the effects of months if not years of loneliness.

”I’ve been without any kind of affection or comfort for so long,” he whispered, “I’ve craved a woman’s touch so deeply and now you’re here and you’re so beautiful. I’m so glad you’re here.” My heart ached for him.

“I’m glad I’m here too, Aseem,” I said. “I’m so glad I’ve met you. But they won’t come back, will they? We’re not going to be caught? I don’t want you to be hurt.”

“Hush, don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be gone a while. We’ll hear them when they return, don’t upset yourself, just enjoy the moment.”

And then, finally, he did what I longed for. He peeled open my damp lips with his gentle fingers and ran his tongue along my slit. I wished I could run my fingers through his hair but I wasn’t sure I could as I was so awkwardly tied so I wrapped my thighs around his strong shoulders instead to show him how much I was enjoying his ministrations.

It was difficult to describe how good he made me feel. I was completely overwhelmed by how much ecstasy flowed through me with every lick of his tongue, every suck of his mouth. I couldn’t decide what I liked more, his tongue burrowing inside me or lapping over my clit. I wanted it all and I wanted more and I could feel my orgasm building. It curled my toes and fisted my hands together in their bonds.

I came with a scream. The pleasure burst through me like a stampede of elephants matched with the delicacy of the brush from a palm leaf. I was torn apart, my mind blown with the explosion of lust and the gentle persuasion of desire. I felt the warmth throughout my body and giggled as I realised how effectively he’d warmed me up.

“Well, I told you I’d make you feel hot,” he replied after I explained my mirth, “but I think you still need to feel a little more heat.” He crawled to his knees between my thighs and pulled down the tattered jeans that covered him. I craned my neck to see his cock being revealed. It was long, thick and hard, really hard. I thought my orgasm had washed all arousal from me but I found it building again as I anticipated him filling me with that gorgeous shaft.

“I want to fuck you,” he said. “I really want to fuck you, is that okay with you?”

“Yes,” I exclaimed without a moment’s pause, “yes, Aseem, please fuck me.” I wasn’t thinking so clearly at the time but looking back I knew I wanted him to take my virginity. I didn’t have condoms, I wished I had but I couldn’t wait, what if I never escaped? I didn’t want to die a virgin. Also there was something special about him, about his gentle and respectful touch that made me long for him to be the first man to make love to me.

I didn’t think any virgin’s first time was exactly how they imagined it would be but I have to say mine was completely different than I’d ever imagined. Aseem was thoughtful and passionate. He slipped into me gently and waited for me to grow accustomed to his girth within me. I pushed up my hips and begged him to move and gasped and groaned as the firework explosions of ecstasy flashed through me. I slipped my bound hands around his neck to keep them out of the way and to pull him closer.

His lustful noises blended with mine and echoed around the huge warehouse but I did not even register the reality of my situation. I was riding on the pulses of pleasure and I just didn’t care about anything other than Aseem fucking me. As the pace intensified I found my hands rising, I wanted to stretch out, luxuriate in the emotions he was stirring up inside me.

I loved the feel of my bound arms above my head, the way my boobs wobbled as he fucked me and how he leaned over, placed his hands either side of me and thrust in, all the harder.

I was trapped and I loved it. Trapped by the lust and the passion that was escalating inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so close to orgasm a second time but I was, just from the grind of his pubis against mine.

His eyes were tightly closed and I watched the pleasure and pain of anticipated rapture sweep across his face until I could keep my eyes open no longer and my lids closed as another release hit me. He came then, seconds after my pussy started to throb. I was enthralled by the different edge to that orgasm, the rhythmic flow and the mellow high that flooded my limbs and made me feel floppy and pleasantly lethargic. It was a completely different beast to the climax I’d attained on the tip of Aseem’s talented tongue but if you asked me to choose a favourite I wouldn’t be able to, I wanted more of both and I desperately wanted more of both with Aseem!

“Wow,” he exhaled and collapsed on top of me, then gently rolled away to the side.

“Exactly,” I gasped, dizzy with euphoria, and snuggled next to the man who’d fucked me, the only man in fact to ever have that honour. My jailer, my fellow captive and my lover.

You couldn’t put it in a Bollywood film script, they’d say it was too unbelievable!

Chapter Seven

Johnny

“Here’s where I dropped her,” Curtis said, “and they took her through that door there.”

“Thanks, you can hang around for me to come back out again. Kiya and I will need wheels.”

“I’ll be killed if they see me here, though, I’m not meant to be here.”

“All right, wait down the street for us, but wait for us, okay? Djinns live pretty much forever and are very patient. If you run away I’ll track you the hell down and do unspeakably nasty things to you.”

“Okay,” he huffed. “There’s a café on the corner, Donavan’s, it’s called. I’ll be in there.”

“Fine,” I grimaced and exited the car stage right. I’d describe the back alley I found myself in but it would be a waste of time, it was just a dirty old forgotten byway with the entrance to a large warehouse beside it and a huge skip filled with junk beside that.

My first step was to try the handle of the warehouse door. Unsurprisingly it didn’t turn but more surprisingly there didn’t seem to be a keyhole at all, just a circular indent in the metal. I couldn’t break the door in and I did try to do so with all my might. That rang alarm bells because usually I could break into anything if I used all my strength. I tried transporting myself inside the building with magic, I hated to do it but even that failed miserably.

I decided to hunker down beside the skip to think. No use standing around in broad daylight attracting attention. I couldn’t knock the door down, I couldn’t reach the tiny windows so high up on the walls and even if I could I wouldn’t be able to get through the window anyway and if I did, how would I get down once I got inside? I would just have to wait until the door opened.

I didn’t have to wait long. Two familiar and ugly faces walked up the alley towards me as the sun was starting to set. I should add that bodies accompanied those faces. Josh and Joe had bodies, not just floating faces, now that would have been fucking weird, even for one of my stories. Anyway, the taller one, Josh, fished around in his top and pulled out an amulet, similar to the one I resided in around Kiya’s neck, and pressed the bottom of it into the mark in the door, causing it to swing open.

I didn’t have time to think so as soon as they passed through into the building I followed as quickly and quietly as I could. The idiots didn’t look behind themselves. They obviously knew the door would close on its own and I knew it too, the damn thing nearly took off the tips of my fingers as it slammed shut.

I followed the two hulks down the corridor at a safe distance, there wasn’t really any cover apart from the odd doorway so I decided to shrink down to mouse size to do it. I didn’t like squidging myself into small beasts, humans were bad enough—I always felt like my brain was being pushed out of my nostrils by my arse when I was in a smaller creature. But I decided needs must and tottered after them on four legs and with a hugely long tail that kept curling round and tickling my ear. Well, mice weren’t one of my strong suits, I had to admit.

When I finally found the Djinns in a huge room—even a human would have thought it big, to me it was the size of a continent—they were yelling, loudly, very loudly indeed.

“Did you leave the bloody door unlocked or something?” the black-haired gorilla, Josh, screamed, his face the colour of a baboon’s arse.

“It locks its bloody self, Josh, so no. How could I leave a self-closing door open?” Joe retaliated with a sniff and a shake of his mousey brown mop.

“I wouldn’t put it past you to be able to out-stupid a door,” Josh muttered. “Well, where are they then?”

“Not here,” Joe replied and earned a clip round the ear from his older brother.

“Right, you go that way, I’ll go this way. They’ve got to be in here somewhere.” Josh stormed off towards the back of the warehouse whereas his brother turned and walked towards me. I hid myself behind a rotten sack that lay on the floor.

“I knew that fucking Aseem was too soft to be left on his own with her but would you listen to me?” he muttered to himself. “Noooooo. ‘It’ll be fine,’ you said. ‘He knows his place,’ you said. But I was right. I was bloody right.”

Now, a mouse, even a fairly bad illusion of a mouse with weird cravings for a peanut butter sandwiches and a tail that was too long, was much better at searching a large amount of space in a short amount of time than a human or a Djinn. I searched the whole building, including the locked rooms, and I couldn’t find Kiya anywhere.

I turned back into my human self and tried the door to get out again but it still wouldn’t open. I changed into Djinn form and tried to gently coax the door off its hinges but nope, it still wouldn’t budge. I was trapped in a warehouse with two Djinns who hated me. Two Djinns who’d never liked me much because I was in love with their sister.

The weird thing was the hate had intensified over the years. When I had been captured by that first evil Khan and whisked into the human world I had been heartbroken but when, a few generations later, I had bumped into Joe and Josh in America on a trip with my well-to-do Indian boss of the time, I was overjoyed to see them. I wanted news of their sister.

But they wouldn’t tell me anything, no, they just kept moaning on about how I’d abandoned their sister and how it had broken their mother’s heart and how they couldn’t believe I could be so heartless not to care.

I’d told them, gods, if I’d told them once I’d told them a thousand times, that I did care, that I’d been captured and I wanted to go back to Jennistan to be with the love of my life again, to make things all better again. I’d never wanted to leave her in the first place. Not really, I had to go on the quest as much as she’d begged me not to. I had been tricked and was so sad to be parted from my other half, my soul mate.

They’d just said it could never be the same again. That I couldn’t turn back time and change it for the better.

I didn’t know why they’d been so cruel, but they had. They’d been in with a gangster mob at the time and so me and my master had had to get the fuck out of Dodge. We had been told in no uncertain terms never to come back but then I’ve told you that bit once already, you don’t need to hear it again.