Chapter Four
Genie
It was difficult to hold onto my anger when this beautiful derriere was splayed across my lap. Gentle caresses as my fingertips outlined his gloriously silky, untouched skin. Transfixed, this action held my gaze as I prepared to strike. “Do you know why you’re in this position?”
“Because you’re a sadist?”
Smack!
“Ouch!”
“Try again.” I rubbed the area I’d just struck in slow, soothing motions. Mostly to buy time to get myself under control, though it was doing the opposite. When he didn’t answer, I struck him again. Still nothing. I was bound and determined to break this boy in the best of ways.
“If this is too much for you, all you need to do is tell me to stop. In the future, we’ll establish a safeword for you.”
“S-s-safeword?” The word cracked between sobs.
I nearly caved, but mid-lesson was a bad idea.
“Yes, for anytime we’re intimate. A word that means you’ve had enough, and you want the scene to be over. But based upon your erection…” I reached around and gave the glorious phallus a rough tug. “I believe you’re enjoying this. Am I right?”
When all I received in return was a frustrated grunt, I landed a third strike.
“Raj, I know tonight has been a lot for you, but I would like to pursue a relationship with you. I know I said I want you to be mine, and I do, but perhaps my choice of words was a bit too possessive.” Given his response, I assumed toning it down a bit may be the best way to pursue this, especially given his desire to leave.
He cocked his head to the side and glared at me. “What does that entail, exactly? More abuse like you’re giving me now?”
At his sharp words, I reached between his legs and gave his cock a couple quick pulls.
Raj dropped his head and moaned. So much for the abuse statement.
“Hmm, still feel as though I’m abusing you? I’ll stop if that's the way you feel.”
Grunt.
“That’s what I thought. Now, boy, when I tell you to watch your mouth, I mean it.”
Smack!
With each spank, I gently massaged his cheeks and memorized the outline of my handprint on his sweet behind.
What a glorious sight that was too. I’d waited too long to touch Raj and had grown painfully hard during this…
punishment. “All of this is new to you, and we need to have a serious discussion about it that probably should have happened before this took place. But you needed to get out of the spiral you were in, and this was the best course of action. Now, would you like for me to take care of that pesky erection of yours?”
“I-I—”
“It’s just a question, boy. Only requires a yes or no answer.” If I was actually required to breathe while in this form, I’d have held my breath so tightly I’d likely have turned blue and passed out.
“Oh, um, how?”
How was indeed a great question. By hand? Or by… I’d save that second choice for later. “Like this.” Again, I reached beneath his body, slid my hand down his shaft and milked him.
“Yes. That-that way.”
His voice was but a whispered moan and given he’d not said no, I continued.
It didn’t take long for Raj to achieve release.
The final action that sent him over the edge was the slow drag of my fingertip through his slit.
His cock throbbed and he moaned as he came and came.
With his warm come in my hand, I lifted it to my face, inhaled his scent, and then licked it clean.
My sweet, virginal Raj.
“Good boy.” Praise and communication would be key.
Literally everything was new to him. As far as I knew, he’d never so much as kissed another.
All those kisses and firsts awaited me, and I’d treasure them all.
I righted his pants and turned him to sit sideways on my lap.
“I know you have questions, so please, don’t be shy. You can ask me anything.”
He sat there for a few moments, staring down at his knees. “That’s the first time anyone has touched me. You know, naked kind of touching.”
This I knew, but it was important to allow him to feel all the emotions surging through him and verbalize his thoughts as best he could.
I pressed my lips to the top of his head. “Would it be too bold of me to ask for another gift?” I didn’t want to use the word first and instead purposely chose gift. He already thought I was over the top. Assuming wasn’t the way to go.
“Such as?”
“A kiss, sweet boy. I long to feel the press of your lips to mine.”
Raj peeked up at me through his long lashes. Everything about this boy was adorable.
“Yes.”
I tucked a knuckle under his chin and lifted his head.
As soon as our mouths touched, I was in heaven.
This solidified all the emotions I’d battled while waiting for him.
Biding my time until it was right and Raj possessed the mental maturity to handle all this encompassed.
Me. Mostly me. Until he could handle the story of how I came to be.
Today, I’d rushed things between us and I was well aware of that.
But once the gate opened, the flood barreled forth and holding back was no longer an option.
His touch, his smell, I knew that once I got a taste of him there was no way I’d be able to let go. Raj owned me. This boy was indeed meant to be mine.
“Thank you.”
The blush of his cheeks as Raj said that, along with the memory of our first kiss, would forever be cemented in memory.
As much as I wished to spend the night holding Raj and drawing more orgasms from him, I had to remind myself to back off and go slow.
He’d taken in enough for one day and time to absorb and come to terms with this would benefit him.
I cuddled him through the aftercare, while he dozed in my arms and came down from the euphoric high. Once he stirred, it was time for the night to come to an end. “Are you ready for me to take you home?”
Tomorrow. Tomorrow was another day, and one I’m sure would be packed full of questions once the shock wore off.
“Yes, please, Genie.”
Reluctantly, I delivered my sweet boy home, tucked him in for the night and left to give him time to sort his thoughts.
I wandered the empty streets consumed by my own demons.
Had I handled this correctly or taken it too far?
There was no turning back now. Everything I’d held onto all this time would soon be aired and no more secrets would exist between us.
I owed Raj that much. He trusted me tonight, albeit a bit reluctantly, but still.
Having that brief taste of what life could be like with him only left me wanting more.
When my patience had worn thin and the need to be near my boy consumed me, I returned to Raj’s room.
Sensing my presence, he rolled over and whispered, “Hold me.”
Who was I to argue? I slipped free of my shoes and slacks and slid in behind him. My arms wound around his tiny waist as I pulled him tightly against me. Maybe he was just as tired of being alone as I was.
“Sleep well, sweet boy. I’ll see you later.” As soon as he soundly snored, I returned to the lamp.
Morning came far too soon, and the Maharajah would beckon me to his side for the daily update any moment now. Appearing in the same clothes I wore yesterday wouldn’t go over well. With a quick nod, I donned a new outfit, and moments later the call came as I reappeared in his study.
“You called, Master?”
“Yes, glad to see you learned your place after yesterday’s incident.”
Gods, how I despised this man and his holier than thou attitude.
“What is it you wish for today, Master?”
“Anything new with the commoners?” The way he said the word rubbed me wrong.
“Nothing. Same as most days.”
“Now, about those whose lives far exceed mine that you mentioned yesterday. Tell me more about them?”
Now we were getting somewhere, the true reason for today’s summoning. Could I play it up enough to finally draw the last wish from him or was that merely my own foolish desire for this to come to an end?
“The tiles in their homes, which are triple the size of yours, are inlaid with gold. They melt it down and use it throughout them to accentuate their wealth. Their kingdoms, far larger than this one, turn a fair profit. Textiles, mines filled with rare gems. Tidings as far as the eyes can reach. Rooms filled to the brim with trinkets and treasure.” None of which I’d ever seen as I made this up on the fly.
Good old King Midas came to mind, and I twisted the tale to suit mine.
“Are these kingdoms far? Can we visit them?” Wide eyes, filled with dollar signs.
“Far, far, away, Master, and heavily guarded. Large armies protect their walls and surrounding lands. All visitors must be invited. No unexpected guests allowed.”
We had no such military force, only a handful of bodyguards in the Maharajah’s employ.
They protected him and his ever-growing family and occasionally patrolled the streets.
For the most part, our citizens lived in fear and toed the line.
The guard’s presence while amongst them was meant as a scare tactic that worked very well. For the Maharajah, of course.
“Hmm, I see. I see.” He wandered over to the open window, staring at the village below. “This could be so much bigger.”
His thoughts were always on increasing his wealth. Never on the health and welfare of his people. A true leader would always think of others before themselves.
“Thank you, Genie. You may go.” And just like that, I was dismissed, only this time I left smirking. One way or another, I’d get him to use that final wish.
I swore I could sense Raj the second I stepped into the marketplace before I visually located him.
Our connection was strong, there was no way to ignore it.
“Looking for someone?”
He jumped and clutched his chest.
“My apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you. But should I say turnabout is fair play.”