Anissa stood still, staring, even after David had closed the door behind him and she heard his footsteps on the stairs. What an unusual man, this new master of hers. She leaned her head against the cool tile of the wall and willed her body to stop throbbing with this uncomfortable desire.
She did not want to like him. One thing her centuries of servitude had taught her was that even the kindest of people turned selfish once they realized the magnitude of what Anissa had to offer. Extended life, limitless wealth, almost anything the mind could conceive of was within the power of the Djinni's box. Most of her male masters had been selfish in bed, as well. She had learned to take some pleasure from coupling with a few of them, but she had never felt desire for its own sake before meeting thi
