Page 22 of Enslaved By Magic

Chapter 9

(Luke)

Luke watched as she vanished into the thick black fog, which pooled like a liquid and then seemed to defy gravity by running up the side of the bottle. It poured itself in through the top until it was gone, leaving him to stare and wonder how it was physically possible to do that. In all honesty he had no doubts anymore that she was who she said she was, but he still had trouble believing in magic even when he saw it.

But Friday that would all change, and he knew it. He’d felt—something, when she’d clapped her hands together, and there was now a feeling of complete certainty in him that he would shortly be a lottery winner. He couldn’t even pretend that he didn’t expect to see his numbers chosen. So that was one problem sorted out, but the way he felt about her was a whole other load of trouble.

It had been nearly impossible to break that kiss. He hadn’t wanted to let her go, and it had taken all his determination to pull back. He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to do that if they ended up lip-locked again. He had morals, but it was hard to remember that when the sexiest woman he’d ever met threw herself into his arms and shoved her tongue in his mouth.

And now he was suffering the effects of that kiss. His cock was painfully hard and pressing against the front of his jeans as though trying to escape. He knew what he’d be doing before he went to sleep because there was no way he’d get any rest otherwise. It was just as well she’d gone off to sulk in her bottle. It saved him from having to make embarrassing excuses about an early bedtime so he could get the privacy to take care of himself.

When his hand began to stroke up and down the hard shaft of his erection, it was her face he saw in front of him. Seductive images of thrusting deep into her body as he kissed and licked his way across each breast filled his mind. He could see himself teasing her nipples with his teeth and fisting one hand in her glorious mane of long, black hair until her back arched and she shattered under his touch. And he wanted the reality so badly in that moment that he knew if she’d been there, he would have thrown his ethics out the window and taken what she kept trying to offer him.

It didn’t take long for his seed to spill and, after that, he was able to drift off into a light sleep, but an intensely erotic dream woke him a couple of hours later, and the erection tenting his sheets forced him to repeat the process a second time. The exhaustion from that allowed him to finally slip into a deep and dreamless sleep that lasted until morning.

He woke up groggy and tired, and even half a pot of coffee didn’t help much. He was glad to have the kitchen to himself, though. She was apparently still in her bottle, and that was good because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to look at her without another issue, and he didn’t have time to take care of any sudden hard-ons before work.

The only good thing about his day jobs was that they required very little active thought. Someday, he hoped to actually be able to use his degree in art history, but until then, his dead-end jobs at least gave him plenty of time to think as he went through the motions of the day. He waffled back and forth about whether this dinner with his aunt and uncle was really a good idea, but he couldn’t see a way around it, so during his morning break, he rang their house to see about setting it up.

“Oh good! When are you free, Luke?” his aunt asked, clearly excited.

He loved hearing her sound so happy. “I can make time whenever, Aunt Sarah.” Then after a pause, he said, “Actually would it be difficult to do it tonight? I did have something I wanted to talk to Uncle Esra about anyway.”

“Of course not, it won’t take long to whip something up, but, wow, two visits in one week? What are you two plotting?” she asked, laughing.

“Nothing special just”—he laughed—“you know, man stuff.”

“Man stuff?” She snorted and he could almost picture her blonde hair shot with gray curls bobbing as she shook her head. “Maybe I’ll have some girl time with your girlfriend then. See how you like that,” she said in a teasing tone.

Luke started to laugh and then frowned instead. He wasn’t sure he liked that at all. Amari wasn’t very experienced in the modern world, and he wondered what secrets might escape during a probing discussion with his nosy aunt. “Well, don’t bond too much. We haven’t been together long,” he said hastily.

No, not long at all. In fact, it hadn’t been much over a week, but he couldn’t tell his aunt that. Not when she knew Amari was staying with him. He wondered if he shouldn’t tell her the truth. There had been no real reason to keep her out of the loop about the whole genie in the bottle thing except that he’d felt the fewer people to know he was entertaining such an unbelievable hoax the better.

Of course, he didn’t really believe it was an elaborate prank anymore, and once he won the lottery, the truth would be confirmed, so at that point, he could tell her. Only, she was so happy at the idea of him dating that he’d have to get around that somehow.

“Fine, no embarrassing stories, this time,” Sarah said. She sounded so amused that he was pretty sure she wouldn’t stick to that for long, but a few humiliating childhood memories coming out was the least of his worries. “So, about seven o’clock for dinner?” she asked.

Luke leaned back to check the clock; his break was almost over, and the timing was perfect because he wanted to get off the phone before it became obvious that he didn’t know Amari very well at all. “Sounds great. I’ll be off by then and can swing by and pick her up. I have to go now though, or I’ll be late back on shift,” he said, and with a hurried goodbye, he got off the phone.

Another quick look at the clock and he realized he had just enough time to make a fast call to his resident genie to catch her up on plans so she didn’t waste her time cooking, and then he really did need to get back to work before his manager started yelling at him.

As he was punching back in, it occurred to him that his time working for minimum wage was coming to an end. Two days from now he’d have all the money he could ever need, and he wouldn’t even bother coming back in for his final check. He’d call from home and let them know he quit. The thought of that put a smile on his face for the rest of the day, and it wasn’t until he was on his way home that he started to worry about Amari meeting his family.

That was going to be… interesting. He felt like he needed to lay out some ground rules for her before they went over, but when he walked in the door, he stopped short. His mouth dropped open and he stared at her.

She looked down at herself with a frown and then back up at him. “I—is it not okay? I wasn’t sure what to wear to meet someone’s family, so I looked online for some ideas,” she said. “I can change,” she added when he didn’t respond.

He swallowed and quickly shook his head. “No, no you look great. Amazing. I just—I wasn’t expecting it,” he said. He’d never seen her in anything but jeans and casual tops, usually t-shirts with some band name or funny slogan on them. There were no stereotypical harem outfits with a modern genie, apparently, and there’d been no reason for her to dress in anything other than whatever she found most comfortable.

Until now. He’d always known she was beautiful, and the way her usual clothes clung to her body made it difficult to look at her sometimes without getting aroused. Her jeans cupped her ass, outlining each spankable cheek, and her shirts showed off her breasts perfectly, but the outfit she’d chosen for dinner took her to a whole different level of sexy.

The sleeveless blouse dipped low in front, showing off her cleavage but not so much that it would be embarrassing to take her home to his family. A wide leather belt wrapped tightly around her slender waist and seemed to emphasize her hips, giving her an hourglass figure. The skirt reached mid-thigh when she was still, but it was gauzy and loose, so when she moved, it flashed tantalizing glances higher up, and he found himself unable to look away.

“Are you sure?” She looked uncertain and seemed to not notice the fact that he was practically drooling over the long line of bare leg and the way the high heels she wore made her back arch, thrusting her chest out in a way that made it hard for him to breathe when he noticed.

He wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her from behind while she wore those heels and he almost told her that. Instead, he said, “I’m positive. You look perfect, I promise.” He could hear his voice struggling to stay on pitch. He hadn’t felt this off-center since puberty, and his plan to settle some rules on her before they left went right out the window.

It didn’t get any better when they got into the car and her skirt rode high up on her thighs. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes focused on the road and not on her legs while he made the short drive to his aunt and uncle’s house.

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