Ifreeta would wait no longer. She tossed her keys onto a big leather couch and pulled Brad toward her by the collar of his shirt, kicking her heels off as she did. “Come with me.” She demanded, as she kissed Brad deeply and took him by the hand. She led Brad past the living room and into a long hallway where the black and red marble continued in flying buttresses that jutted out of the walls to support a barrel vaulted ceiling. Ornate gas lamps of wrought iron lit the way as the two hurried down the hall, breathless and wanting.
When they reached the end of the hall there were two gigantic oak doors towering over the pair of them. Ifreeta spun around, pulling Brad toward her and kissing him passionately as she backed into the colossal doors. With a loud creak the two slabs of oak swung inward as if they weighed nothing at all. Inside, Ifreeta’s bedroom was large and circular. There were no windows and the walls were adorned with the same gas lamps as the hallway. Mysteriously, they were all already lit and burning brightly when the doors had opened. In the center of the room was a massive bed with flowing silk sheets and countless throw pillows decorated with ornate patterns sewn into them. At a glance, Brad thought the patterns were symbols or letters but it was Ifreeta who was taking up most of his attention at the moment, and he had never really cared for literature anyway.
Brad saw all of this in only a moment. As soon as she had opened the doors Ifreeta released Brad from her embrace and walked to the edge of the luxurious bed. There she turned and stood patiently, staring deeply into Brad’s eyes. When Brad smiled and took a step toward her she held up her hand. “Wait.” She said. Slowly and softly she slipped her left hand under the right strap of her dark red dress, pushing it down off of her brown shoulder and letting it hang seductively. She kept her arm crossed as she raised the other and slipped off another strap. With her arms criss-crossed, pushing her breasts together, Ifreeta pulled the front of her dress down so that it was just barely exposing a black bra. Brad gapped at her impressive bust. He smiled an intoxicated grin and moved his hands towards Ifreeta in an effort to grab them but Ifreeta slapped his hands and smiled. Slowly she held her index finger up in front of her pouting lips and wagged it back and forth. “Not yet.” She mouthed silently.
Ifreeta moved her soft hands to her hips and slipped the tiny dress the rest of the way off, letting it fall to the cold marble floor and exposing her full frame which was far beyond any beauty Brad had witnessed before. His heart leapt and his mind lurched forward with the thought of sex. “She is fucking perfect.” thought Brad silently, in complete awe of Ifreeta. His eyes followed each curve, dip, and dimple on her body as he drank in every last detail. He regarded her matching black panties and tall stockings with lustful excitement and Ifreeta noticed. Flames from the gas lamps danced wildly in her mysterious brown eyes, their orange and red flecks crackling with the firelight like tiny sparks.
“Do you want me human?” she asked mildly as she began to walk towards Brad, swaying her hips in a hypnotic motion.
“Human? Are you trying to tell me you’re a goddess Ifreeta? Because right now I think I’ll believe anything you tell me.” said Brad, exasperated and desperate.
She gave Brad the same wry smile she had given him in the archway just moments before pulling him through the hypnotic passageway; the corners of her mouth stretching up as high as they could go.
She had reached Brad now and was pressing her body tightly against his when she spoke. Delicately she held her mouth just barely above the nape of his neck and whispered. “Not a goddess Bradley, but not exactly human either.” Her hot, moist breath caused the flesh on Brad’s arms to pimple and blood rushed to his crotch causing an instant erection. Brad’s mind was racing, as much as he loved this game. The hunger inside him was taking over, and Brad Pitzer wanted to fuck.
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