Valerie dreams of a man who ties her up and pleasures her all night long. When she wakes, his soft caresses follow her. All she wants is to sink back into her dreams and become his slave.
Her sister, Niki conjures an evil djinn into their world. James and Valerie must stop the genie before it brings others of its kind into their world.
When her dream master offers a solution to defeat the djinn, Valerie is hard pressed not to take his proposition. If she does, will she be releasing the lesser of two evils?
The scent of cloves and oranges wafted through the room. She turned her face to the perfume and inhaled deeply. The spicy aroma signaled that he wasn’t far behind. Her anticipation level rose. A soft sigh escaped her lips. The warmth of the room put her in a languid state. The velvet of the comforter beneath her caressed her skin. I know he’s coming soon. Is it so horrible to want him to be here sooner? I crave him every second of the day. The bouquet of the citrus and earth drew closer. The increase in the fragrance made her wet. Her heart picked up a few beats. She drew in a breath, savoring the scent. A cold blast of air slid over her body. Her skin prickled from the introduction of his presence in the room. The ache of her expectation wound along her nerves, and it took all she had not to strain against her fetters and mar her skin. He liked her to be perfect every time he came to see her. Bare and naked. Silent and compliant, waiting for him. Always waiting for him. It was always about pleasing him. That was what she had been told since the beginning. That was what she had agreed to. All for him. All because he made her feel like no one had before.
“Hello, lovely one,” he said, purring against her ear.
His hot breath blasted against her neck. A coil of yearning unfurled inside of her. This was what she craved. Her time with him was precious. They had so little of it together. Everything he did only brought her more pleasure. His fingertips trailed over her belly, making her squirm. The tips of his sharp nails pressed into her skin ever so slightly, alerting her to the pain they could cause if he chose. Tonight she hoped he would be gentle. Sometimes he made her scream until her throat was raw from the orgasms he brought her. Other times he would be cruel, winding her tighter and tighter, leading her to the precipice of ecstasy and then leaving her wanting. She hated it when he was cruel, but knew there were times she just had to be punished.
Valerie knew better than to respond to his haunting voice. The last time she did, he had hit her ass with a studded paddle until she cried for mercy. For a moment, the skin of her buttocks burned from the sensory memory of the paddle. The joy of disciplining her was what had made the experience worth it. The pain faded away from her thoughts when he slid his finger over the satin blindfold that obstructed her view of him. The desire to see him gripped her soul. She’d never been permitted to glimpse his face. It was only his touch, smell, and taste that she was allowed. They had agreed, when he started coming to her, that he would be the one to set the rules. He governed her world while they were together. She had consented to all of his requests and never thought twice about it. When they were together, she became his. The only problem was that she never knew when their rendezvous would be.
The bed depressed from his added weight. His body heat warmed her naked flesh. The pad of his thumb glided over her bottom lip. Everything in her ached to suck it into her mouth and taste him, but she remained motionless.
“You remembered. Good girl. Maybe this time I won’t have to beat you.”
Something cold slid along her stomach. Oh God, what is he doing to me? Whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop. He pulled another trail of cold and by the pops and cracks she heard, she figured he was using ice on her flesh. She squeezed her eyes tight under the blindfold, desperately needing to contain the moan building inside of her. The tremors that ran along her muscles were uncontrollable. She grasped the iron bedrails she was tied to for support. Her fingers were beginning to cramp from holding fast. Her back arched off the bed when his tongue lapped at the wet path the ice had left. Another cube circled her nipple, puckering it the faster he rounded the pert pea. The subtle pain caused from the frozen cube numbed her brain but raised her temperature. Beads of sweat slid down her forehead. Her throat was parched.
For an instant, everything stopped. She didn’t sense him. The cold went away. Her heart ceased to beat in that frozen second of time. The air was dead around her. It seemed she was in a bubble of no sensation. What have I done? Where did he go? Why did he leave? She was about to break her silence and call out for her master, but then his body heat rubbed against hers.
