My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (3 page)

"Mistress, I am sorry to complain of your attire, but even the lowliest of our eunuchs would not wipe his shoes with this—this rag."

"Hey. That's my favorite bathrobe. It may not be brand new or expensive, but it is comfortable, and I love it."

Hari sighed. "Sit, Mistress, we must brush your hair before you bathe." He urged her down onto a towel he had folded over the edge of the large bathtub, and as she sat, Sami began to brush her hair.

She couldn't help it, she closed her eyes, trying to remember the last time somebody had brushed her hair just because he wanted to. It was wonderful. Then another pair of hands smoothed her hair away from her face and gently pinned it on top of her head.

"Now, Mistress, into the water with you." She opened her eyes and gasped to see Sami standing in the tub with his hands out waiting for her to join him.

Her eyes widened and she hesitated.

"Mistress, our job is to release you from those bonds which hold the
real
you imprisoned within. To do this we will find ways to demonstrate to you what your body and your mind and your heart are capable of feeling and experiencing. Put yourself in our hands—let us help and do what we are trained to do." Hari's chocolate voice poured over Alana and she gave a mental shrug.

"What the heck. If this is a hallucination, it's a damn fine one. I'd be an idiot not to enjoy it to the max." Surprising herself, she slowly sank into the tub, relishing the warmth and the feel of the scented water as it lapped against her skin.

Sami knelt in front of her and she felt Hari settle himself outside on the floor behind her.

"Okay boys, do your worst," she said bravely.

"Oh I don't think it's our worst, by any means, just our beginning lessons," murmured Hari.

She gasped as his hands gently swished the water around her breasts. Sami had grabbed the soap and had begun to lather her toes. Why hadn't she realized her toes were so sensitive? Especially when her breasts were surfing waves made by another pair of strong hands?

Sami moved up to her calves, and Hari helped himself to another bar of soap, working up a lather that he massaged into her shoulders.

"This soap—it's not my regular soap, is it?" mumbled Alana, adrift on a sea of sensation.

"No, Mistress. We carry some necessary teaching aids with us. This is our own Blue Lotus soap, made for us by Nubians with the plant which blooms only at night along the banks of a faraway river..." Hari's voice trailed off as his hands began to make smooth, soapy circles around her breasts. Sami was continuing his journey north and had reached her thighs. It seemed as if the water was getting hotter, someone had turned the heat on, or her body was experiencing a violent thermal reaction. Okay, it was probably the latter, because she was starting to throb, warmly, not too far north of Sami.

She rested her head back and found Hari's shoulder conveniently there. His lips brushed her ear followed by a light breath of air. Her nipples puckered and Hari favored them with a soapy caress. Meanwhile, Sami was lathering her thighs and stroking the soap rhythmically along her muscles, getting nearer and nearer to her pulsating woman's flesh. She could almost feel herself swelling.

Sami eased her legs further apart so that he could sit comfortably between her thighs. Hari gently put his hands beneath her armpits and lifted her body slightly as Sami slid his long legs underneath her buttocks. She was now essentially sitting on Sami's legs.

Hari returned his attention to her breasts as Sami began tenderly soaping her tight black curls. She moaned slightly as his fingers found her clit and teased it lightly for a second or two.

"Not yet, Mistress. This is for you to enjoy and relax—do not rush. We have much ahead of us."

Thinking that if it got much better than this, she was absolutely going to expire of bliss, Alana merely sighed and moved her shoulders so that Hari could get a better grip on both breasts.

A familiar sensation brought her head up with a snap.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sami glanced up from where he was running a razor over her mound. "I am shaving you, Mistress."

"Well I can see that, you—you genie. I don't want to be shaved...do you hear? Stop that, I'll get those awful ingrown nubbies, I
hate
it." She tried to dislodge Sami by easing away from him.

Hari stilled her with his hands on her breasts, while Sami held her thighs apart with his hands.

"Mistress, I do not intend to shave you bald, but at the moment you are as hairy as a Himalayan trader."

She snorted, having no idea exactly what Himalayan traders looked like, but figuring that yaks probably had to be in there somewhere.

"Well don't you dare make a cute shape down there—no champagne glasses or lightning bolts, thank you very much."

Sami bit his lip, while Hari turned his head away, turning a laugh into a cough.

"Mistress Alana, by removing some of your hair, we will reveal skin which will be sensitive to the slightest touch. Warmth and pressure will be greater, and your sensual pleasures will multiply. Is this not a good thing? Is it not worth a few moments now and then to deal with the—what did you call them—
nubbies
?"

"Really?" she asked.

"Watch," answered Hari.

Sami delicately wielded the razor and within moments, Alana's mound was tidily trimmed down to a much smaller tuft of curls. Then Sami put his hands beneath her and raised her from the water.

"What—hey—he's..." she stuttered.

"Watch..." said Hari again, running his tongue around her ear as his fingers rolled her nipples between his soapy fingers.

Sami ran his tongue over her newly smooth flesh, and then gently blew on it.

Alana nearly went through the roof.

"Ohmigod... Ohmigod..." Incapable of speech, she watched as Sami's talented tongue took over and swirled over her mound and down towards her clit. She knew she was soaking wet; between Hari and Sami and the soap and the bare skin she was one great big quivering, raw, exposed sex nerve and someone was about to get on it.

Hari held her close to his chest and continued to work her ears, neck and throat with his tongue. His fingers pulled and pinched and mounded her breasts as they swelled with arousal, and Sami's mouth worked her weeping pussy as she gasped for breath.

Sobbing, she tried to pull back, but Sami would not let her break their contact, gripping her buttocks hard with his strong fingers.

"Let it go, Mistress. Let it go—come for us—come now..."

"Come now, Alana—
Come...
" Hari's voice in her ear was the finishing touch, and with a scream of pleasure, Alana came. And came. And came.

Chapter 3

Morning crept into Alana's bedroom in slow degrees. The leaves that shaded her windows also admitted the dappled sunrise, and it was to this gentle light that she usually awoke. This particular morning, the light was coupled with the fragrant scent of coffee and Alana smiled and breathed deeply as she stretched her legs like a cat.

"Ooof."

"Sore, Mistress?"

Her eyes flew open and met the brilliant blue of Sami's gaze as he raised himself up and began soothing her thighs with his warm hand.

"Holy cow. You guys weren't a dream, were you?" Her head swiveled to the other side of the bed, but it was empty.

"Where's Hari?"

"Hari slept in our home. For this past night, mine was the pleasure of holding you as you slept. I believe he's making coffee for us as we speak."

Too content to fuss about who'd been cuddling whom, Alana simply nodded and relaxed into Sami's arms. His magic fingers were doing wonderful things to her sleep-warmed skin, and she could not recall feeling such physical bliss in a man's embrace— ever.

"Mmmm, Sami..." she murmured, feeling his hands caressing her mound with gentle strokes as his lips brushed across her breast. His hair was soft and fine, and teased her skin, leaving tingles of pleasure behind. He was oh-so-slowly arousing her, but definitely succeeding. She felt the telltale moisture begin to pool between her legs.

"Relax, Alana—'tis the best way to start the day." He rubbed his strong body along hers and slid down to her pussy. His incredible tongue took over, smoothing her juices over her swollen flesh, teasing, flicking, sucking, and playing in every nook and cranny he could find. His hands soothed her belly, cupped her freshly shaved mound, and then worked their way back up to her nipples, rubbing, rolling and pulling them to excruciating peaks of sensitivity.

Her head arched back deep into the pillow as wave after wave of rich orgasmic pleasure swept her body. Her pussy seemed to clench and spasm forever, drowning his tongue as it encouraged the sensations, sweeping her from one peak to the next in a gentle frenzy.

"Wow..." she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "That was...that was something
else
."

Sami smiled, her moisture gleaming on his handsome face. Another small tremor of pleasure shook her as she gazed at this incredible man.

"You see, Alana, not every climax must make you scream and reach the stars. Some can roll gently over you..."

"Yeah—an orgasmic steamroller. You've killed me, Sami. I am now officially dead. The death certificate will say I died of extreme pleasure." Alana let her body flop onto the bed, powerless to do anything more than grin.

"I guess that means this coffee will go to waste."

She turned her head to see Hari leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of something steaming and fragrant in his hand. To judge by his arousal, he'd been watching Sami as he ate his way into Alana's record books.

Alana drooled. Okay, so maybe it was Hari rather than the coffee, but there was only so much a girl could take first thing in the morning, and Sami had already pushed her over the edge once.

"Oh. Coffee. Hmmm…Well, that's another thing altogether." Alana rolled slowly out of bed, embarrassed by the stickiness coating her thighs. "You know, hold that coffee for five minutes. I really need a quick shower." She looked firmly at them both. "Alone."

Two grins met her gaze.

"Of course, Alana. We will prepare some food in your kitchen. Enjoy your shower."

Standing beneath the pounding water, Alana rested her hand against the tiled wall and closed her eyes.

What a wild night.

For someone who had previously considered herself frigid, to come so frantically with two men she'd never met before was a revelation. Yet, she was suffering no ill effects, other than a few odd twinges in muscles that hadn't been used in years.

And another thing. Neither Hari nor Sami had given a thought to their own satisfaction, yet she knew they had both been aroused. Knew it? Hah. How could she miss it? Or them, rather. Thick and proud, those guys boasted cocks that could probably make the Guinness Book of World Records for beauty. There seemed to be areas of this sensuality school that hadn't been covered yet. Hmmm.

Questions flooded her mind as she soaped herself back into a state of relative un-stickiness, the scent of the lather bringing vivid memories of her erotic bath to mind.

The bubbles dribbled over her newly shaved mound, and she smiled to herself as she remembered Sami's face while he tidied her hair and then raised her aching clit to his lips. Amazingly, her nipples pebbled under the stream of warm water as she relived the feel of Hari's hands caressing her. Her body pulsed, nerve endings trembling—just the memories of that experience were turning her on.

Helplessly she slid her hands down over her breasts, cupping them and holding their soft weight in her palms. One hand slipped further, moving down past her navel to her pussy, where her juices were now mingling with the warm fragrant water.

Alana raised one leg and rested it on the side of the tub. Imitating Sami's tongue, she allowed her fingers to flick against her sensitive clit as her other hand pulled and rolled her nipples. Her buttocks clenched, and in a completely abandoned manner, she thrust two fingers into herself as the tension mounted within her and she knew she was about to come.

This was something else. She was astounded at the feel of her own muscles as they pulsed around her fingers, and was blown away by that sensation as much as by the orgasm she was enjoying.

Leaning against the wall, she caught her breath and allowed the shower to cool her overheated body. What was happening to her? What magic had these two Djinns performed that had turned her into a sexually obsessive woman? Was there something wrong with her? Was she drifting into some kind of erotically wicked insanity? And should she be feeling so good about it?

Blushing, she rushed through the rest of her shower.

A remarkably tidy room greeted her. The bed was made with fresh linens, her clothes had been picked up, and the promised coffee smelled like flowers on the doorstep of heaven. Wrapped in a bath towel, she hunted for her robe.

"Dammit. What did they do with it?" She peeked under the bed, in the closet, and even checked her dresser drawers. Nothing.

She strode into the kitchen with a frown on her face. "Hey, guys. I want my robe and I want it—I want—oh, lord..."

The fire went out of her as she got her first look at Hari and Sami with clothes
on
. Either one could have modeled for a top design house and tripled its profit margins within the week.

Sami had chosen a pair of jeans, which looked comfortably worn, and hugged every inch of his magnificent body. His butt cried out to be cupped by a pair of hands —hers would do quite nicely—and the denim had faded to nearly white over the crotch where a deliciously full package was obviously tucked away. In a very typical male gesture, he had not fastened the top button. Why did guys do that? Did they know it turned her on?

Hari, on the other hand, had gone for leather. Not the
biker-dude
leather, but the soft suede leather of a very well worn pair of pants. The shiny knees and gleaming crotch told of days spent working and playing in these clothes, and he too had omitted buttoning his top button. God, she didn't stand a chance.