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aimed the remote and a second later the football game was history.
“Hey y’all, I’m Paula Deen! Today’s show is all about romantical foods…”
“Oh boy, you’d love Paula’s cooking, Lugal. Everything she makes is full of butter
and—”
“Return to the men in conflict,” Lugal said, sitting now at the edge of his seat.
“The what?”
“The men in strange armor battling to take possession of the oddly shaped ball. I
wish to study their strategy.”
Samantha’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, you mean football.” She flipped back to it and
sighed. “Typical man.”
“May I use this tool?” Lugal asked about two minutes later, holding his hand out
for the remote.
“Sure. All you have to do is—”
Flip…flip…flip…
“All righty then.” Samantha chuckled. In less than a minute’s time, Lugal had
managed to find every sports game currently being aired.
“I’ll just leave you to this for a while so I can catch up on some things, okay?”
Silence.
“Lugal?”
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“Hmmmm?” He sat as if in a daze, his eyes glued to the set as he flipped from one
channel to another.
“I said, I’ll just—”
“Nay! What is the matter with you?” Lugal yelled at the TV. “Forty-two was there
waiting. Why did you not pass the ball to him?” He gave Samantha a speedy half-
glance. “This number fifty-three is an idiot.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She patted his shoulder. “Have fun, I’ll be back later.” Since she had
cable, she figured eighty thousand or so channels should keep him out of trouble for a
while.
Samantha went to the bedroom where she took all the purchases they’d made the
day before out of the bags. She’d spent a small fortune on their shopping spree, but
decided it was worth every cent. She couldn’t remember when she’d had such fun.
Fingering the soft, luscious Victoria’s Secret goodies, she removed the tags and
slipped the skimpy little nothings in her lingerie drawer, where they sat alongside her
dreary old cotton underpants and sturdy bras.
She cleared out another drawer for Lugal’s new clothes. After stacking them neatly,
she folded his genie outfit, closing her eyes and clutching it to her cheek for a moment,
before adding it to the drawer.
Lastly was the bag of sex stuff. She’d been too embarrassed in the store to spend
much time looking at the items as Lugal plucked them from hooks and shelves, adding
them to the shopping basket. Her eyes widened as she turned over a package and saw
the flogger encased inside.
“What the hell…”
Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was made of strips of black velvet and
purple satin ribbons, with clusters of little knots at the tips. She smiled. An innocuous
little whip, designed to titillate, rather than cut into the skin. Although she imagined
that, wielded by an expert hand, the little flogger would probably add a series of pink
stripes to her pale flesh.
An image of her bound to a gnarled old olive tree in ancient Sumer flashed through
Samantha’s mind…
She was helpless, powerless to free herself as Lugal Damu-zid, the dark, dangerous warrior
of acclaim, approached, eyeing her as if she were a plump, honeyed fruit. Was he there to save her
or to torture her? she wondered as the hot desert breeze licked at her. An instant later, he
clutched what was left of her tattered, diaphanous gown, tearing it from her body in one pass,
leaving her naked and trembling before him.
He walked around her slowly, drinking in her full, lush curves—and then she felt the sting
of his whip as he flogged her bottom. After marking her as his and his alone, he further punished
her by thrusting his hard cock into her dripping pussy as she stood tied and vulnerable, begging
him for mercy. Ah, but he showed no mercy…no, he grabbed her tits, cruelly pinching and
twisting her nipples as he rammed into her again and again and…
Samantha blinked.
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Ooh, it was either getting mighty hot in her bedroom or her lust thermostat had just
kicked up several notches.
She made room in the deep bottom drawer of her nightstand for all the kinky gear
Lugal had selected. Once finished, she had a veritable arsenal of edible body paint, butt
plugs—which had her more than a bit curious, vibrators, dildos, role-play costumes,
and a host of other peculiar paraphernalia.
Never let it be said that her genie didn’t have a thriving imagination to go along
with his robust carnal appetite.
Samantha gazed around her, balling up the bags from the mall, with the telltale bag
from the sex toy shop buried at the core. Her bedroom was in order, with all traces of
debauchery safely tucked away in the event Rosie’s kids came in the room on their next
visit. Or if, in need of a cup of sugar, Mrs. Willoughby from next door toddled over
with her walker.
The dear old woman had been known to take a wrong turn and end up in
Samantha’s bedroom instead of the kitchen. Samantha half cringed, half laughed at the
thought…
Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!
With a final glance to ensure everything was in its place, Samantha headed for the
small second bedroom where she kept her computer. As soon as it booted, she went
online and Googled Sumer. Her cable connection was working at a fast clip today and
she was able to zip from one website to another in an instant.
What she read about the ancient land, its people and the times was fascinating,
mesmerizing. There were accounts of Sargon of Akkad’s army battling and finally
conquering all of Sumer. Samantha could imagine Lugal’s soldiers losing their
motivation and fortitude without his leadership. If Lugal hadn’t been imprisoned, who
knows, maybe the entire course of history would have been changed.
She frowned, wondering if Lugal was aware that the ancient cities he and his troops
fought so bravely to defend had fallen to the Akkadians, their mortal enemies. She
decided it wasn’t something she’d tell him about anytime soon.
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