Page 29 of Enslaved By Magic

Chapter 12

(Luke)

The dinner had gone better than he’d hoped and, to his surprise, Amari had fit right in like she belonged there. His aunt was the nicest person in the world, but she was also a pretty good judge of character, and she obviously liked his genie-girl a lot. His uncle hadn’t expressed an opinion, he rarely did unless asked, but Luke was pretty sure he’d liked her too.

The only thing he hadn’t expected was Amari deciding to get handsy under the table, and it had taken all his effort not to scoot his chair away from her, which would have made what was happening obvious, at least to his uncle. Esra missed very little. He hadn’t been entirely sure how to deal with it but leaning in with that quiet threat had worked perfectly. She’d straightened right up and behaved herself after that.

When she left him in the car and stormed off into the house, he’d sat out there for a while, thinking about what she’d said and wondering what her ultimate goal was. He was willing to admit she was telling the truth about being a genie now. At this point it would be stupid to deny it. Even though the first wish hadn’t come through—yet—he’d felt the magic happen. But knowing she wasn’t lying or crazy didn’t really clear up the whole consent issue for him.

Maybe he was putting too much thought into it. For sure, most guys he knew would have taken what she’d offered without a second thought, but he’d been raised a little differently. When asked about his father, his standard response was ‘not in the picture,’ and that’s what he’d told Amari when she asked, but the truth was a lot darker than that. He was the child of rape.

Rape wasn’t always strangers in the dark. Sometimes rape was someone you loved and trusted, and, for his mother Miray, that’s what it had been. She’d been in love and they’d been dating for a year when it happened. Just kids, still in high school, but according to his mother, they’d already discussed getting married someday when they were older. But she was young and gradually things had changed.

Her parents hadn’t approved of her getting so serious over a boy so young. The world was changing and opportunities for women were expanding. They wanted a college education for her, so they’d pushed her to back off, at least until she was done with school. She’d given in, reluctant at first—but when she’d tried to explain to Justin that they would have to take things slower, it hadn’t gone well. The way he’d reacted, that day and after, had scared her, and she’d started to withdraw from him out of fear.

But the more she pulled back, the more obsessed he’d got until one day he decided to stake his claim, making sure he was her first. Luke had never really understood why the man had done it. What he thought it would accomplish was unclear, but it had been the end of their relationship for good. Esra got a pinched angry look on the rare occasion he could be moved to talk about the incident and his mother just looked sad, so Luke didn’t really know much about what happened afterward except that Justin left town and never came back. Eight months later Luke was born, slightly premature but healthy.

Luke remembered asking about his father often when he was growing up. He made up detailed fantasies in his head to explain why he didn’t have one, but people talk, and his mother knew eventually the story would get back to him. She didn’t want him to find out like that, so she’d sat him down when he turned twelve and explained everything calmly. First, making it clear that nothing his father did was ever his fault and assuring him that she’d never had anything but love and pride in her son. For her, there had been no other option but to keep him and raise him, and he couldn’t doubt the love she had for him, but he was shaken that the father he’d idolized in his head had been nothing more than a monster.

And… even though Miray didn’t seem to resent him for what his biological father had done to her, Luke had always felt off about it. It wasn’t quite guilt, but his views on what a man should be like had been tilted from that day on.

Miray had matured quickly as a single mother, but she hadn’t raised him alone and he hadn’t lacked for a male role model with Esra in the house to show him what a real man should be. Esra was the best father figure he could have had, and he’d taught Luke to respect women and be meticulous about consent, which is why Amari had put him in such an awkward position. He didn’t doubt she wanted him—whether it was for fun or because she had some underlying plan, he wasn’t sure, but the desire was there.

He just wasn’t sure that she could consent in her position. Taking advantage of her, in any way, made him feel uncomfortable, but the words she’d flung at him as she got out of the car had him rethinking things. Was he treating her like a slave by not allowing her to choose? He had a right to say no, to turn down her advances, of course he did, but he wasn’t doing it because he didn’t want her and she knew it—so in a way, she was right.

That girl made him hard every time she walked past him. She knew it too. She moved like she was listening to music no one else could hear, and every step was a dance. If her magical enslavement was removed from the picture, this wouldn’t even be a question. He had no doubt they’d have tumbled into bed together already, but it was a fact he couldn’t dismiss until he was sure her desire wasn’t part of the magic that bound her to the bottle. After all, she was required to please and obey him—just how far did that go?

She’d been tightlipped and avoided giving him any real details about her life, changing the subject, or offering a vague response to even the most mundane questions. At first, he’d thought it was because she was making up the genie story, but now he knew better. If she was required to obey all orders given to her by the owner of the bottle, then he had no doubt it included submitting her body on demand.

He cringed thinking of the people over the years who must have taken advantage of that. Sometimes, when she was quiet, he caught her staring off into space with a sad look in her eyes, and he wondered just what she’d been through. It didn’t make it easier to separate those emotions from what she said she wanted, and he went to bed still pondering the right path to take. It kept him awake longer than usual, and when he did finally fall asleep, his dreams seemed to be filled with her.

A slight tickling sensation disturbed him, but it didn’t wake him from the pleasant dream he was having, instead the dream changed to incorporate the physical touch. Suddenly, instead of sitting across from her in a restaurant having breakfast, they were naked in his kitchen. Hands seemed to be everywhere at once as they chased each other around the table. He finally caught her and spun her around in his arms. His mouth came down on hers and…

His eyes flew open and he gasped, feeling startled and confused. For a second, he thought he was still sleeping, and the dream had just switched to a new form, but the sight of her straddling his thighs was too vivid for the fuzzy half-asleep images he’d been receiving. Besides, he could feel the heat from her ass as it pressed down on his thighs.

“What the hell!? Amari!” He blurted the words out in shock, but he realized as he said them that he wasn’t surprised to find her there. After what she’d pulled at his aunt and uncle’s house it was obvious that she intended to push her seduction efforts to the maximum he would allow—and she was about to find out what his limits were.

That he was going to spank her was a foregone conclusion, and he had a feeling she expected it to end that way too. Her perfectly rounded backside had been a focal point of a lot of his dreams and fantasies, so he wasn’t going to resist a chance to get his hands on it and her—and she’d done more than enough to earn this one. Getting handsy under the table during a family dinner probably should have done it, but he’d warned her, and she’d stopped, so letting it slide had been the right thing to do.

To follow that up with a midnight excursion to his bedroom, dressed like someone out of a lingerie ad and then crawling on top of him when he’d already told her no—well, that was just asking for a good hard spanking, and he was going to give it to her, but he couldn’t help feeling like it was what she wanted. She hadn’t enjoyed the spanking in the kitchen, he was sure of that, but afterward she’d seemed softer. Instead of being sulky and angry about it, she’d been oddly relaxed.

Now, with her spread across his lap like a gift that was all for him, he wondered what her reaction would be. As he began to spank, he watched carefully, noting what got an instant protest and what she seemed to enjoy. It was punishment, not fun, he kept reminding himself, but still, he couldn’t help stroking the soft heated flesh even though he knew it would soothe the sting he was trying to build.

She was so sensitive that just dragging a fingernail across the reddened skin was enough to make her writhe in his lap, and he was sure she could feel the hard bulge of his erection as it pressed up against her body. The lacy nothing she wore slid up at some point during the spanking, and that left just the thin cotton of his boxers and her skimpy panties between them—it wasn’t enough, but somehow it was still too much. He wasn’t sure who was being punished more at that point.

There was a vague sense of guilt about the punishment he was doling out, not because she didn’t deserve it, but because he was enjoying it too much. Seeing the pink marks sprinkled liberally across her cheeks and thighs and watching as they gradually melded together into a solid, red glow was arousing. When the blush stopped retreating every time he paused and stayed there like a deep cherry stain across her dark skin, he liked it even better.

She wasn’t the first woman he’d spanked, but somehow with her it was different, and he had to force himself to stop when he estimated she’d had enough. It was so hard to end the spanking, but when he let his hand come to rest on the scalded skin, he was reminded that there were other things to enjoy

And then they’d talked. Her smart mouth earned a few more swats, but he listened to what she had to say and combined it with what she had already said earlier. Her suggestion wasn’t completely out of left field, he’d already considered that angle, but up until he’d actually made a wish, there’d been some doubt about this magical bondage that forced her to obey.

Now, like dominoes, all his doubts had toppled. Each one had been based on the impossibility that she was some magical creature cursed to grant wishes, but the supernatural wind that had blown through the room when she said his wish had been granted—it couldn’t be explained by anything but magic. He knew to the core that the next day he would be claiming an unbelievably large sum of money, and after that, his whole life was going to change.

Because of her.

And if he accepted that all of this was true, then he had to accept the rest of what she’d told him and maybe part of that was believing her when she said it wasn’t the bottle’s magic. Giving in and accepting that they were going to have sex was a deeper decision than she could have realized, because there was one thing he hadn’t told her. One excuse he hadn’t used when pushing her off… that he was already half in love with her. He couldn’t deny it anymore, not to himself anyway.

This was more than just lust and claiming her physically was going to make it nearly impossible to let her go—and he’d have to eventually. He had no idea what would happen when he made his final wish, even she didn’t know, but he couldn’t see her hanging around to be his girlfriend after she finally got the freedom she’d been denied for so many years. She’d be gone and he’d have only memories of her body—and maybe that would make it harder, but it was becoming clear that this was something he could no longer refuse. He wanted her so badly he ached, body and soul.

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