How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... refused to let them fall. "Yes, okay? Is that what you want to hear? That you made me feel things I never thought possible? That I hate myself for wanting to feel that fullness again? You took something from me today, something I can't get back."

John looked contemplative for a moment. "I gave you something too," he mused. "An awakening of sorts."

"You call that an awakening?" I snapped. "It felt more like a nightmare."

John leaned back, resting his head against the tub's edge. "Sometimes, the line between the two is blurry," he murmured.

Silence enveloped us, save for the gentle gurgling of the water. My emotions were a tangled mess, a whirlwind of anger, confusion, betrayal, and an unsettling longing. I felt robbed of my innocence, and yet, a part of me was curious about this new world of sensations I had been thrust into.

Jeanie's silence was palpable, a stark reminder of her inability to intervene, no matter how much she may have wanted to. The complexity of her emotions was evident in her downcast eyes and clenched fists. Her role as the obedient genie was both a curse and a protective shield.

John's domination, his nonchalance, it was maddening and intriguing in equal measure. The power dynamic was clear, and as much as I resented it, there was a part of me that was drawn to it. The dichotomy of my emotions left me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

And as the night wore on, the weight of the experiences and emotions bore down, creating a heady mix of ...

... reflection and introspection.

John tilted his head, an impish glint in his eye. "How bad do you want to jump on my cock right now?" he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

I felt a burning blush spread across my face. The very thought sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't just the act itself, but the validation of the sensations I had just experienced, the promise of feeling full and wanted again. Yet, admitting that desire out loud felt like surrendering to John's game, and I wasn't ready to give him that satisfaction.

I huffed, rolling my eyes in an exaggerated teenager-esque fashion, "Why would you even ask that?"

He laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed across the water's surface. "Because I can see it in your eyes, Em. The conflict, the desire. It's practically written all over your face."

I pursed my lips, attempting to muster all the teenage defiance I could. "Maybe you're just seeing what you want to see," I countered, crossing my arms over my chest.

His smirk grew as he slowly moved closer to me in the hot tub, the water shifting and sloshing with his movements. He reached out, his fingers tracing a path up my thigh. My breath hitched, the warmth of the water paling in comparison to the heat of his touch.

As his hand settled between my legs, teasingly close but not quite touching where I craved him the most, he murmured, "Am I?"

My resolve crumbled, my body betraying my attempts at nonchalance. "John," I breathed out, my voice tinged with ...