Chapter 4

It was difficult to hold onto my anger when a beautiful man 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 get myself 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.

He cocked his head to the side and glared at me. "What does that entail, exactly? More abuse like you're giving me now?"

At his sharp words, I reached between his legs and gave his cock a couple quick pulls.

Raj dropped his head and moaned.

"Hmm, still feel as though I'm abusing you? I'll stop if you do."

Grunt.

"That's what I thought. Now, boy, when I tell you to watch your mouth, I mean it."

Smack!

With each spank I gently massaged his cheeks and memorized the outline of my handprint on his sweet derriere. What a glorious sight that was. I'd waited too long to touch Raj and had grown painfully hard in the process. "All of this is new to you, and we need to have a serious discussion about it that probably should have happened before this did. But you needed to get out of the spiral you were in, and this was the best course of action. Now, would you like for me to take care of that pesky erection of yours?"

"I-I?—"

"It's just a question, boy. Only requires a yes or no answer." If I was actually required to breathe while in this form, I'd have held the breath so tightly I'd likely have turned blue and passed out.

"Oh, um, how?"

How was indeed a great question. By hand? Or by… I'd save that second choice for later. "Like this." Again, I reached beneath his body, slid my hand down his shaft and milked him.

"Yes."

His voice was but a whisper and given he'd not said no, I continued. It didn't take long for Raj to achieve release. The final action that sent him over the edge was the slow drag of my fingertip through his slit. His cock throbbed and he moaned as he came and came. With his warm come in my hand, I lifted it to my face and inhaled his scent and then licked it clean.

My sweet, virginal Raj.

"Good boy." Praise and communication would be key. Literally everything was new to him. As far as I knew, he'd never so much as kissed another. All those kisses and firsts awaited me, and I'd treasure them all. I righted his pants and turned him to sit sideways on my lap. "I know you have questions, so please, don't be shy. You can ask me anything."

He sat there for a few moments, staring down at his knees. "That's the first time anyone has touched me. You know, naked kind of touching."

This I knew, but it was important to allow him to feel all the emotions surging through him and verbalize his thoughts as best he could.

I pressed my lips to the top of his head. "Would it be too bold of me to ask for another gift?" I didn't want to use the word first and instead chose gift. He already thought I was over the top and assuming wasn't the way to go.

"Such as?"

"A kiss, sweet boy. I long to feel the press of your lips to mine."

Raj peeked up at me through his long lashes. Everything about this boy was adorable.

"Yes."

I tucked a knuckle under his chin and lifted his head. As soon as our mouths touched, I was in heaven. This solidified all the emotions I'd battled while waiting for him. Biding my time until it was right, and Raj possessed the mental maturity to handle all this encompassed. Me. Mostly me. Until he could handle the story of… me. Today, I'd rushed things between us, and I was well aware of that. But once the gate opened, the flood poured forth and holding back was no longer an option.

His touch, his smell, I knew that once I got a taste of him there was no way I'd be able to let go. Raj owned me. This boy was indeed meant to be mine.

"Thank you."

The blush of his cheeks as Raj said that, along with the memory of our first kiss would forever be cemented in my mind. As much as I wished to spend the night holding Raj and drawing more orgasms from him, I had to remind myself to back off and go slow. He'd taken in enough for one day and time to absorb and come to terms with this would benefit him.

I cuddled him through the aftercare while he came down from the euphoric high. Once he stirred, it was time for the night to come to an end. "Are you ready for me to take you home?"

Tomorrow. Tomorrow was another day and one I'm sure would be packed full of questions once the shock wore off.

"Yes, please, Genie."

Reluctantly, I delivered my sweet boy home and tucked him in for the night. I left to give him time to sort his thoughts and drift off while I wandered the empty streets consumed by my own. There was no turning back now. Everything I'd held onto all this time would soon be aired and no more secrets would exist between us. I owed Raj that much. He trusted me tonight, albeit a bit reluctantly but still, I had but a taste and hoped he'd deem me worthy of more.

When my patience had worn thin and the need to be near my boy consumed me, I returned to Raj's room.

Sensing my presence, he rolled over and whispered, "Hold me."

Who was I to argue? I slipped free of my shoes and slacks and slid in behind him. My arms wound around his tiny waist as I pulled him tightly against me. Maybe he was just as tired of being alone as I was.

"Sleep well, sweet boy. I'll see you later."

Morning came far too soon, and the Maharajah would beckon me to his side for the daily update anytime now. Appearing in the same clothes I wore yesterday wouldn't go over well. With a quick nod, I donned a new outfit, and moments later the call came as I reappeared in his study.

"You called, Master?"

"Yes, glad to see you learned your place after yesterday's incident."

Gods, how I despised this man and his holier-than-thou attitude.

"What is it you wish for today, Master?"

"Anything new with the commoners?" The way he said the word rubbed me wrong.

"Nothing. Same as most days."

"Now, about those whose lives far exceed mine that you mentioned yesterday. Tell me more about them?"

Now we were getting somewhere, the true reason for today's summoning. Could I play it up enough to finally draw the last wish from him or was that merely my own desire for this to come to an end?

"The tiles in their homes, which are triple the size of yours, are inlaid with gold. They melt it down and use it throughout their homes to accentuate their wealth. Their kingdoms, far larger than this one, turn a fair profit. Textiles, mines filled with rare gems. Tidings as far as the eyes can reach. Rooms filled to the brim with trinkets and treasure." None of which I'd ever seen as I made this up on the fly. Good old King Midas came to mind, and I twisted the tale to suit mine.

"Are these kingdoms far? Can we visit them?" Wide eyes, filled with dollar signs.

"Oh yes, Master, and heavily guarded. Large armies protect their walls and surrounding lands. All visitors must be invited. No unexpected guests allowed."

We had no such military force, only a handful of bodyguards in the Maharajah's employ. They protected him and his ever-growing family and occasionally patrolled the streets. For the most part, our citizens lived in fear and toed the line and the guard's presence while in town was meant as a scare tactic.

"Hmm, I see. I see." He wandered over to the open window, staring at the village below. "This could be so much bigger."

His thoughts were always on increasing his wealth. Never on the health and welfare of his people. A true leader would always think of others before themselves.

"Thank you, Genie. You may go." And just like that, I was brushed off, only this time I left smirking. One way or another, I'd get him to use that final wish.

I swore I could sense Raj before I visually located him.

Our connection was strong, there was no way to ignore it.

"Looking for someone?"

He jumped and clutched his chest.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to frighten you. But should I say turnabout is fair play."

Raj's brows raised so high, they nearly touched his scalp and when the realization dawned on him, he grinned. "I deserved that. Wasn't much fun waking up alone. Why'd you leave?" He didn't need to add why'd you leave me, the hidden meaning wasn't missed and I'd not do it again unless it was against my will.

"Sorry, but he beckoned." I glanced at his purchases. "Nuts, apricots, grapes. What is today's meal plan?"

Raj shrugged. "Meh, just kind of a snack day, I guess."

Was he embarrassed funds were too low to afford the lamb or chicken that smelled so wonderful from a nearby cart? "How about dinner at my place tonight?"

"Genie…" He rolled his eyes. "You can't keep feeding me."

"Yes, I can, and I will. By choice. Besides, I'd rather not dine alone. Join me?" The smell of cumin and turmeric assaulted my senses, and I immediately knew what we'd be eating. Not that I required sustenance but would love his company just the same.

"All right, you win." His jovial resignation was reassuring, and quick.

Raj and I had been apart long enough. We continued our journey through the market, and I purchased goods here and there to purposely leave at Raj's place. Or mine, depending on how tonight went. Yes, I could manifest nearly anything we'd need, but giving back to the community was an act I enjoyed.

We made the short walk to his home where he tucked his purchases away. Once I wrapped him in my arms, we reappeared inside my familiar space. Only now I tried to see it through Raj's eyes as he was the only one I'd ever let in. Centuries of boredom staring at the same things time and again were reawakened with Raj here. Many pieces had stories behind them while others were spur-of-the- moment buys.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." Raj drew in a deep breath. "Makes me a little nauseous if I'm being honest."

"Sorry, I forget humans aren't used to being transported. Maybe next time, close your eyes and see if that helps."

"Nor are they used to anything magical."

Raj had a point, but it was so easy to be truthful with him. My brain just had to remember this was foreign to him.

"Touche, dear boy. Let's eat." Once again, I had a meal fit for a family of twelve prepared.

"Why do you keep calling me that—boy?"

"Because you're my boy."

"Like a son and you're my father?" His face fell, disappointment marring his beautiful features.

I couldn't have that. I was doing a piss-poor job at explaining the lifestyle I wished us to have.

"No." I should've seen this coming and previously addressed it. "I'm sorry, let me better explain. I'm what is considered a Daddy, and Daddies have boys they care for."

"Like a father?"

"No, as in a natural caregiver. Not a father in any sense of the word. A Daddy, in this instance, takes care of his boy as a boyfriend, not a son. It's a relationship dynamic. I ensure you are always fed, clothed, and never have to worry about anything while also being your lover." I paused to let the words sink in. "I'd have control of your orgasms and pleasure."

When his cheeks pinked, I knew he'd grasped it. Raj stared down at his plate, steadily eating to avoid talking.

If I was anything, it was patient, and I'd wait for the rapid-fire questions his mind was brewing.

"Yesterday I didn't get a chance to see your… err, place?"

Ah, a change in subject. This boy was delectable in every sense of the word. When had I last felt this happy?

"The beauty of my eternal tomb is its endless magic. To see it all would take a lifetime. If you seek something, merely ask, and it will come to you. Magic surges through this cave. For instance, if you wanted to lie down…"

At my words, the bed appeared behind us. I'd imagined Raj's slender body sprawled across it so many times the vision was always fresh in my mind.

"Wow, that's the biggest bed I've ever seen." Raj's eyes conveyed the awe of the vision before him, different than the one he'd seen the day before.

My bed was piled high with the finest of, well, everything a bed required. High-end Egyptian cotton sheets, blankets, and pillows. A lace canopy tented the top to give it an illusion of privacy. Privacy was a given here, but perception and tranquility were key to shutting one's mind down to gain a peaceful rest.

Raj sighed and slunk back in his chair. "I have so many questions."

"I'd be shocked if you didn't. Fire away, dear boy."

Did he have a problem with my calling him boy? Sure, there might be numerous obstacles for us to work past, but together there was nothing we couldn't overcome. He'd only asked why I had called him boy, but hadn't requested I stop addressing him as such.

"Well, for one, the boy thing will take some getting used to. It kind of feels like I should be calling you master or sir, and I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"Sir is a polite word to use, but a Master I am not." It was not a word I ever wanted associated with me as I'd never possess anyone against their will. But Daddy resonated perfectly with me.

"I guess this whole thing is a lot to take in. First, I'm alone. Then I find out I've really not been and that you've always been there. Then you tell me you want to be my boyfriend and that you love me. I've never had a reaction to another human being the way I have with you, which only further confuses me. For so long, I thought I was broken."

"Oh, my sweet boy, you're not broken." I reached over and took his hand in mine. "You're perfect the way you are."

Note to self, don't forget he had no adult around to explain the proverbial birds and bees to him. Be patient, it will all pay off in the end.

"I should've stepped up sooner. I apologize for taking as long as I had to speak with you."

"Thank you for dinner," Raj whispered.

I didn't give him a chance to question what came next before I tugged him onto my lap. My boy needed to be held and for all I cared, the world could burn around us while he was in my arms.

He snuggled in, his face tucked into the crook of my neck. A perfect fit.

"Tell me what you need, love. Anything, and it's yours."

"Just hold me. I'm tired of feeling alone."

With a mere thought, I moved us to the bed where he could comfortably stretch out. Once Raj was situated, he turned those soulful eyes on me.

"Thank you."

There was no way I'd miss the opportunity to taste those perfect lips again and leaned into the kiss. When his mouth chased as I drew back, I lost all thought. Raj's tongue followed mine, a sensual game of cat and mouse. For a beginner, he caught on fast. His erection ground against mine, far too many layers of clothing between us.

"Raj…" I paused long enough to steal another kiss. "Tell me what you want."

If my lips trailing along his jaw and down his neck made his reply more difficult, I felt no remorse for that.

"I want… I want…" Raj panted and tilted his head back. "Touch me."

"Where?"

"Where you did yesterday."

Oh, my saucy boy.

I slid my hand beneath his shirt, along his abs, and up to his pecs. His skin prickled beneath my touch. Flicking each nub in turn elicited the sweetest moans. My boy was sensitive, and I loved it. Yesterday's scene was nothing more than a warning, though it did come with a happy ending. As much as I'd like to believe I could deny Raj orgasms, I knew better. Today was a huge next step for him as well as for us. Overstepping or assuming I knew what Raj desired could lead us in the wrong direction.

Raj reached toward me, then pulled his hand back. "Can I?"

"Raj, my love, you can touch me anywhere." Please. Desperate, I nearly begged but managed to refrain. Somehow.

His hands mimicked mine as he tugged my shirt up and with the utmost of delicacy, lightly fanned his fingers across my skin. How long had it been since I'd partaken in pleasures of the flesh? I hadn't so much as thought of touching another since Raj reached adulthood.

Make it good for him, Genie, so you're the only one he'll ever crave.