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How to use your Genie

... didn't mean to..." Emily stuttered, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

John, to his credit, played it off smoothly. He let out a chuckle and brushed it off, "It's okay, it was just a game."

Larissa and Mark apologized profusely for their daughter's actions, clearly taken aback by her behavior. An argument ensued between the parents and Emily. They insisted on leaving while Emily defiantly wanted to stay.

"But mom, dad, it's early, and it's just a game!" Emily protested, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation.

"No, young lady, this is unacceptable behavior. We're leaving," Mark declared sternly.

Emily turned to John, her eyes pleading, "John, you're not upset, are you?"

John looked at her, then at her parents. His face held a convincing expression of understanding, "Of course not, Emily. It was an accident. However, I respect your parents' decision."

This seemed to fuel Emily's defiance. She stood her ground, "I'm an adult, I don't need to go with you."

The argument continued, but in the end, Emily won. Her parents, clearly disappointed and frustrated, left the apartment, leaving their daughter behind with us.

I felt a shiver of unease as the door closed behind them. I looked at John, then at Emily. She was blissfully unaware of what she had just walked into. I couldn't shake off the impending sense of dread. What had started as an innocent night had taken a dangerous turn, and I was helpless to stop it.

A hush fell over ...

... the room as Emily's parents left, the sound of the front door closing echoing in the silence. My heart pounded in my chest, my magic sense tingling with the charged atmosphere. Emily looked over at John, her face flushed, her eyes wide. John looked back at her, his eyes dark, intense.

"I've wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you," John said blatantly, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering.

The declaration hung in the air like a ticking bomb. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. The room was so silent, I could almost hear my heart beating against my rib cage. Emily was still staring at John, her eyes wide with surprise... and was that anticipation?

John's words should have shocked Emily, should have made her run out of the apartment just like her parents did. But she didn't. Instead, her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching audibly, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.

John’s gaze was fixed on Emily, completely unapologetic about his brazen admission. I stood there, watching the scene unfold, a feeling of dread pooling in my stomach. I couldn't shake off the unease, the raw tension in the room making me feel uncomfortably alert.

My master had made his intentions clear and it was now up to Emily to respond. But even as I watched her, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever happened next was going to change the course of the evening drastically. I found myself worrying for Emily, for what John's desires could mean for her. But most of all, I worried about ...