“I never told you I wouldn’t do what it took to take you. You made it clear if I stopped pretending to be Kay, you wouldn’t test binding spells on me.” Maya growled at him, her glare like poison as she gazed into his face. “You couldn’t handle the fact that I can shape shift into anyone I like, so you had to urge me into my own form only to break your word. That is a coward’s way.”
He was right about one thing, the wish granting. She rarely granted wishes any more. Sure, it was fun to fuck with people when they made wishes, but going to this school ensured that she couldn’t abuse her powers. She’d made a promise, and she always kept her promises. Of course, when she wasn’t on campus, she had free reign, but during the school year, she was wish-grantingly celibate.
Maya didn’t give two shits about what Jack was trying to say. He may have been stronger than her, and he may have had her pinned, but she could not be forced to just lie there and hear him. Instead, she began to struggle again. A head butt wouldn’t be pleasant, but any bruising she acquired could be conveniently moved to a different, less visible place on her body. It was worth the risk, and she was going to take it. After all, if she broke his nose, it may heal, but she would still have the advantage of surprise, and maybe if it hurt enough, she could free herself from his grasp.
However, that didn’t go so well. With the way she was pinned, she could only jerk her head so far before she’d extinguished her maximum reach, and he had pretty quick reflexes for an alcoholic. Then again, with the way he healed, he probably never really got all of those brain damaging side-effects from drugs and alcohol. Plus, as soon as he jerked his head away from the blow she’d tried to deliver, something unsavory happened: she felt his cock slipping inside of her.
Meanwhile, her wrists began to sting in a wonderfully pleasant way as she felt his grip tighten, and she could feel herself growing moister. Of course, she was in completely control of herself sexually. This could have just as easily been rape as it could be consensual. However, the prospect of the conquering of this stubborn boy was too good to truly pass up. She’d been ready to leave him alone forever, and instead, she’d ended up taking what she wanted from him in another, unplanned way.
The jinni had faith in her birth control, and if it failed her, there was always a trusty, well-respected abortionist to whom she could go. When he placed the blame on her, she didn’t say anything to confirm or deny it. The truth was that they were both at fault, but he was the one who took it a step further.
When he leaned down to kiss her hard, she reciprocated, no longer feeling the need to utilize the practice she’d been doing at perfecting Kay’s method of kissing now that she was herself again. Maya squeezed her moist walls tightly around Jack’s cock. It was cute that he thought he was taking this from her, but she wasn’t going to correct him. Her wrists felt deliciously sore from his grip, and that large member of his felt wonderful as well. She felt a laugh building within her, but she kept it down, not even giving a hint of it on her face or in her movements.
The jinni’s hips rose to take him deeper within her, not minding the stinging each time he stabbed against her cervix. She loved pain. It heightened things for her. She was by no means a truly submissive woman – though she could play the part well. Maya simply enjoyed rougher sex, and right now that seemed to be what she was getting.
A small, sensual growl resonated in her throat, and her legs lifted, slipping around his waist while his hips slapped against hers. With a movement that resembled the one he’d first used on her when she’d snuck into his dorm, she heaved her weight against him, rolling him onto his back. Now that she’d ensnared him, he was far more pliable, more moveable. She leaned down and captured his lower lip between her teeth to suckle it for a moment before leaning back until she was using one hand between his legs to support herself. He would be able to feel the ends of her dark locks moving against his knees while her hips gyrated in a wild rhythm even while her muscles clenched him in ways he probably had never imagined they could.