One Wish

Dark coffee slopped over the side of the wimpy styrofoam cup as Trish banged her fist on her desk. ?God, I can?t seem to make a break on this case,? she groaned. While tangling her fingers in her hair, long tendrils escaped their braid to rest along her forearm as she leaned over the case file. She?d been working with the police department for two years, and they?d finally given her a ?biggie.? ? Well, if you can call a string of break-ins with the homeowners bound naked in bed with duct tape a ?biggie,? then I guess I?m finally in the big time,? ? she laughed ruefully to herself. It had been a rough few weeks, and she knew she had to earn her way up, but couldn?t there be something a little more interesting than a Duct Tape Robber to help her on her way? Trish leaned back in her chair, bending back over the top to try and pop her back, before standing and stretching. It was time to go home, but she?d walk around the mostly-empty station for a while before hitting that forty-five minute drive home. If she didn?t, she knew she?d be a cramped mess by the time she got to her little cottage. Dumping the remains of the tepid coffee in the sink, she pitched the cup into the trash as she made her way down to the old cells. They were all empty; prisoners now were held in the jail across the street in the mechanized cells they controlled with remote access. The old lock-and-key cells were a thing of the past, and the old cots had been traded for more comfortable ones so that the officers could crash in the cells between shifts if they didn?t want to go home. Trish wandered down the short hallway, idly glancing in each of the cells as she walked past, noting the little things that had been forgotten by other officers. She sighed escort avcılar as her mind automatically took her back to the cluttered break-ins in the file back on her desk. ?Jesus, I just wish I could solve this case already, and move on to something bigger, better!? Sighing again, she bent at the waist to stretch her back, groaning in contentment as the muscles lengthened and gave her some relief. ?I can give you that.? Flipping around, her hand rested on the butt of her service revolver as she looked for the source of the male voice. ?Who?s there?? ?I am but a humble servant, my sweet. I?d say you could call me a genie, but I?m so much more than that.? The timbre was so deep, and it seemed to echo and vibrate deep inside her, resonating with each word. ?Who are you? Where are you?? She loosened the snap with her thumb, fingers never leaving the casing as she turned. A soft sound had her turning the opposite direction, and her hand went limply to her side as she took him in. He--for there was no denying that the creature before her was very male--leaned against the bars of the first cell in the block, wearing nothing but a skimpy red loincloth that did nothing to hide his attributes. It bulged before him, the soft-looking leather not even touching his thighs. Trish shook her head and blinked rapidly as she realized that the gleaming skin that rippled with muscle wasn?t black, as she?d initially thought, but a deep, marbleized blue. ? Like the midnight sky,? she noted, and her eyes moved upwards, taking in the width of his muscled thighs, the breadth of his chest that swelled with each intake of air. Even his neck was lovely, if such a word could be used for a creature like this. His escort bahçesehir hair was white, falling beyond his shoulders to caress his chest and back, and his eyes glowed red as he stood staring at her. Each glance she could nearly feel against her skin, and she wondered if he could see through her clothing. ?I am Dorin, a wish-master.? He lifted away from the cell and stepped toward her, the air crackling with his power. ?Each time a human being makes a wish, one of us is there to grant it.? ?A wish-master? because I?ve fallen asleep at my desk, right? And now I?m having a delusion about some sexy genie coming to grant my wish and I have to have sex with him for it to happen,? Trish mumbled. She shoved a hand back through her hair again, the braid falling loose as she turned a quick circle, trying to think. ?I?d be sarcastic and ask if you?ve met our kind before, but something tells me you?d shoot me,? Dorin stated, and crossed his arms over his muscled chest, his lips crooking in a smile. ?So you?ll break my case if I have sex with you?? she asked, fixing her smiling green eyes on the strange man in her jail. Inhaling a sharp breath, she realized her body was somehow already responding to him. Her sex had begun to pulse, and she shifted, hoping the pressure would ease the ache. ?No, pretty lady.? The wish-master moved closer, his body moving with fluid grace as he put himself in front of her. ?I give you something you want, because I get to fuck you and take my pleasure.? He backed her against the bars, making her gasp; she whimpered softly when his hands curled around her waist, lifting her so that he could rub the hard length of his cock against her heated sex. Her body flamed, shuddering beylikdüzü escort as her hips rocked instinctively into his, and his eyes glowed a darker red when she ground herself on him. ?So you agree to the terms?? He leaned in close, his lips hovering over the curve of her neck as he shifted her along his shaft, drawing a whimper from her with each teasing stroke. ?I get what I want if I allow you to fuck me?. Yes.? Trish?s voice was clear but almost a whisper, and she cried out as his mouth settled into her flesh, the sharp pain of his bite momentarily blinding her to the feel of his body against hers. He growled low in his throat as he pulled back from her, licking her neck to close the wounds from his fangs. ?The unspoken part of the bargain, little one. It binds us, and insures that my powers will give you what you want once I?m pleased.? Dorin stroked her lips, and Trish gasped as she felt the cold iron bars against her naked back. He?d stripped her with his magic and she groaned when she felt the heat of his skin all over her. Her nipples rasped against his smooth chest, and she felt him against her lips as his hips moved in slow thrusts. ?I love those noises you make, little one,? Dorin purred against her neck, biting gently as he pinned her to the bars with his hips. His hands freed, they roamed up and cupped her generous breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tight pink tips peeking through the waterfall of her long hair. Her head dropped against the bars, and a small groan escaped her lips. As his mouth worked her neck, her hands moved to cup his shoulders. ?Ah, ah, ah, little one. You can?t touch me.? Dorin?s breath washed over her skin, and she suddenly found her hands cuffed to the bars over her head, drawing a whimper from her. She pulled lightly and found she was secured; the realization caused her hips to lurch into his. He pulled away from her; she felt her weight drop, skin rubbing against the iron bars behind her as she hung there, her toes just barely able to lift her.