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“No. Never would I do that, nor would I allow you to do any harm to yourself. I’m sorry if seeing me in my true form set you off.” Genie pushed the food around on his plate but never took a bite. “Is the food not to your liking?”
“True form? So that was real? This isn’t a dream?” My stomach soured, and I lost all desire to eat. I had to get out of there before I got turned into one of those fancy rugs, but where was the door? Windows? I wasn't opposed to jumping out of one.
“Yes. I told you we had much to talk about, the main one being that I’m a magical being. The human form you’re used to seeing me in isn’t natural, though I’ve been in it far longer and more often than I’ve spent as my true self.” Genie reached across the table and placed his hand over mine. His thumb rubbed slow circles over my palm.
I should’ve been freaking out, being touched by him, but found it oddly soothing. My heartrate slowed and I was able to get my thoughts in order.
“How do you expect me to react to that? You turn into something I can’t even describe. Your home is full of stolen goods. How are we not going to be beheaded when the Maharajah finds out? Or are we in his private rooms? We shouldn’t be here.” I needed to get out and get as far away from him as possible.
“This is not the Maharajah’s treasure, and we are not in the palace. Why is this so hard for you to understand?” Genie’s voice rose with each word, both our tempers near the boiling point.
“Take me home. Now.”
“Please, stay. I’ve waited so long for this.” His hand trailed up my arm. My skin prickled and the hair stood on end. My body was warred between whether that wasgood or not.
“Are you kidnapping me? I’ve asked to leave and now you’ve kept me against my will.”
Genie’s laughter echoed through the cavernous space. “No, dear boy. I have not kidnapped you. I’ve longed to have you here. To hold you. I want you to be mine, Raj. But if you truly wish to leave, I’ll take you home.”
Every story I’d ever read with those words in it didn’t end well for the characters involved. Becoming a ‘this is what will happen to you’ story wasn’t one I cared to be a part of. Though I’m sure it was fully expected of me to magically disappear and the sad part was no one would even care.
“Longed to have me here? Yours? Like a possession to add to your collection? How many boys do you have hidden?” My mind was made up, it was time to go. Something wasn’t right with this guy and the words he chose were laced with red flags. Scratch that, lots of things weren’t right with this. But should I find the other boys and free them first? They had to be around here somewhere.
“There are no others, Raj. Just you. It’s always been you.” Genie’s dreamy-eyed gaze met mine and I nearly rolled my eyes at the absurdity.
Was he flirting with me? Would I even know if he was, considering that’s never happened to me before?Focus, Raj, and think. There has to be a way out of here.
My temper reached the point of no return and boiled over. “What the fuck is going on?” Not watching my tongue as he’d warned was how I ended up with my pants around my ankles, ass up across Genie’s lap. “What the?” It was futile to fight, he had me firmly pinned in place.
“Finish that sentence, boy, and I’ll add ten more swats.” He went from one extreme to the next in no time flat. But the sultry lilt to his voice when he said that was something else entirely.
“Swats?” I shivered. Gone was all the other nonsense running through my head. That single word was all I heard. Terrified? No, no I wasn’t, yet thirty seconds ago I was. What the hell was wrong with me? Was this part of his magic?
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 getmyself 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?”
