Page 24 of Genie's Boy
“No, Daddy, it was the opposite.” Before I could say any more, I pressed my lips to his, conveying through our kiss how much his words meant. Perched upon his lap, I ground my cock against his to make my intentions clear.
“Baby, I need it hard and fast.”
I expected as much given his mood. I felt my hole stretch, pain-free, Daddy had opted to use his gift to expedite our love making. While it was fun when he took the time to manually prep me, foreplay wasn’t required this time. Replacing bad thoughts with good ones was, and using his power to get us there, was perfect. As long as we both enjoyed ourselves, that was what mattered most in this moment.
Daddy filled me with a single thrust, leaving me breathless, and I gasped.
“Are you okay, my love?”
“Yes, just didn’t expect that all at once.” With a moment to adjust, I was back in the game.
Daddy gripped my hips, his fingers digging in deep, and thrust up in rapid succession, but when that wasn’t enough, he flipped me over, pressed my legs up and pounded into me. This was about him and his needs, mine could wait. This was the least I could do for him after all he’d done for me. Being Daddy’s plaything, his boy, wasn’t a burden. Not at all. It was a blessing in my eyes. I knewhe loved me with all his heart, and it was good for me to remember that and know I was able to give back in some way.
Daddy came with a literal roar as I stared wide-eyed up at him.
“So sorry, my love. Guess I needed that more than I thought.” He got this gleam in his eye and shimmied his hips. "Let Daddy take care of you."
“Yes, please, Daddy,” I gasped.
“There it is.” He pegged my prostate a few times and sent me barreling over the edge. “Good boy. Now, let Daddy clean you up.”
Imagine my surprise when instead of magic or a towel, he used his tongue to do so. My cock made a valiant effort at revitalization, though it was far too soon. But that was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen Daddy do.
He carried me into the water where we watched the sun set. That had become our thing, sunsets, and I looked forward to watching them each night with him now that we never had to return to that awful place. With as much as the Maharajah had been summoning him as of late, we’d missed a few, and I was happy to have these moments back. But as soon as we stepped inside the house, his focus was back on the lamp. There it sat in all its golden glory on the coffee table.
“I’d rid us of it if I could, my love.”
“I know. But what if…” I crossed the room and picked it up. Daddy’s eyes widened. “What if I controlled the lamp? I could wish for your freedom and then it would all be over. Right?”
My mind was set, I’d do that and then we could be together forever. No matter how long that time was, I’d get my Daddy back.
“My love…” Genie sat in a nearby chair. “If I had a dollar for every time those words were uttered to me and never followed up on, I’d be a millionaire. Not that I’m not already, but you get my point.”
How sad was that? Promises were made and never kept. No wonder Daddy didn’t love easily or trust the way he had with me.
“Forgive me. I don’t wish to speak ill of your intentions, but there is something with that blasted lamp that drives the beholder mad with power and greed. Not that it would happen to you, but I think you understand my dilemma.”
“I do, but you’ve said repeatedly I’m the one and the only one you’ve given your heart to. Maybe there’s a reason for that. Maybe I’m the key to your freedom. Do you wish for me to try?”
I didn’t dare rub it without his permission. I’d not put him through another potentially failed attempt with that.
Together we sat, curled up in the big comfy chair. Me on Daddy’s lap, the lamp on mine. Wordlessly we stared at the cause of our turmoil, equally as distraught over possible outcomes if we moved forward with my offer. Would the lamp possess me, too, as it had others? Or would I be able to fight that demon and win the battle for my Daddy, finally freeing him of the shackles that controlled him?
“I can’t lose you,” Daddy whispered.
“Oh, Daddy.” I scooted around to face him. “You won’t. I’m strong enough to fight the pull, you just need to trust me. Besides, I’ve never had much before you came along, and I’m not driven by money or power. I love you and you’re all that I need. Together, we can do this. Our love will see to that.”
His face fluttered through a myriad of emotions. “Let me sleep on it.”
I nodded, though he never slept. His existence didn’t require it. He’d hold me all night while worrying himself sick over the potential outcome.
“Okay, Daddy. Time for bed.”
We showered and then curled up in bed. It was a fitful night for me as well, worried about Daddy and whether the power that the lamp held was true and if so, how it could possibly affect me?
Was I strong enough to win? I knew I told him I was. But still that question remained.
“Good morning, sweet boy.” Daddy was in the kitchen, breakfast waiting on the table for me while he stared out the window at the gorgeous view.
