How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... feel his fingers tracing the bare skin of my sex, the intimacy of his touch making me feel both exposed and uncomfortably excited.

His hand came away, landing a sharp slap on my backside. The sound echoed through the silent kitchen, making me jump. He laughed at my reaction, a sound that was more mocking than anything else.

"Ready for a fun night?" he asked, his voice too close to my ear. I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding in response. I could hardly form the words, my mind still reeling from his touch.

"I... Yes, Master," I managed, a subtle tremor in my voice that I hoped he didn't notice. He didn't need to know how much his actions affected me, how much they humiliated me.

He pulled away from me, crossing the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. "Remember, call me John, while we have company," he instructed, not even bothering to look at me as he spoke. "I'm your boyfriend."

The thought of pretending to be in a romantic relationship with him made me feel sick. But I nodded, doing my best to keep my expression neutral. "Yes, John," I said, the unfamiliar name feeling strange on my lips.

He smirked at me over his shoulder, clearly satisfied. He poured himself a glass of wine, leaving me in the kitchen with my thoughts as he sauntered off to enjoy the rest of his evening. All I could do was brace myself for the night ahead, and hope for the best.

I heard the doorbell chime throughout the penthouse, echoing off the high ceilings and polished marble ...

... floors. I quickly gave the vegetables a final stir before leaving the kitchen to open the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked, every step seeming to echo louder than the last.

Upon opening the door, I was greeted by Mark, Larissa, and their daughter, Emily. They were all impeccably dressed, their clothes clearly high-end designer pieces. I smiled at them, hoping that my mask of cordiality didn't slip.

"Good evening," I greeted, trying to inject as much warmth as I could muster into my voice. "Please, come in."

They all filed into the penthouse, their eyes wide as they took in their surroundings. Mark was the first to speak, his voice filled with awe.

"This place is incredible," he said, his eyes scanning the lavish interior of the penthouse. "You two must be doing well for yourselves."

"I'd say we're comfortable," John said, entering the room. He crossed over to the newcomers, a welcoming smile on his face. "Good to see you again, Mark, Larissa. And Emily, you look lovely."

Emily blushed at his compliment, a shy smile playing on her lips as she looked down at the floor. The sight made my stomach churn.

We all settled into the dining area, the large table filled with an array of dishes that I had prepared. Conversation flowed easily throughout the meal, though I couldn't help but notice the way John's gaze kept straying to Emily.

"So, Jeanie, how did you two meet?" Larissa asked, breaking into my thoughts. I glanced at John, hoping for some ...