Check that.
Viola looked him over. Nope, there was no mistaking that Jerod was very much a man. He just had a few extra perks.
After taking a deep breath, she placed her hand in his and climbed onto the table.
Sitting, she once again examined his spectacular chest. If he wasn’t real, she didn’t want to wake up from this fantasy.
“Lay back, Mistress. Please tell me if I make you uncomfortable in any way.” She stretched out to her full length, letting her muscles pull against the stiffness. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. The sound of the cork of one of the bottles being popped made her start a little. She adjusted her head, squeezed her eyes tight for a second, before making another attempt to relax. When his hands touched her knee, she jumped again.
“What am I going to do with you?
Bill
will never be able to see your inner beauty if you keep moving around like this.”
“I’m trying.” She sighed.
Chill, Viola, it’s only Jerod.
He began again. This time she concentrated on his slow, steady movements. His strong fingers worked the rose-scented oil into her skin. He moved from her knee, down her leg to her shin, before sliding his hand around to her calf, where he massaged the muscle. Over and over, he continued on the same path, until she felt the pain begin to recede.
A moan escaped her lips when he continued down lower and began to rub her feet with his firm touch.
“If Bill rubs my feet half as well as you, I’ll forever be in his debt.”
“I have an advantage that our friend Bill is lacking.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m magical.”
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She looked up at him, eyebrows raised, but he looked earnestly back at her. Of course he’d have an advantage because of the magic. Viola let her head fall back against the table.
“Hardly seems fair for me to compare him to you then. He’ll never meet my expectations.”
Jerod chuckled and flashed over to the other side of the table. His hands began the same path on her leg as they had on her other. This time he spent a little extra time on her calf. Each time he returned to the top of the muscle, his fingers would brush the sensitive spot of skin behind her knee.
Viola twitched and giggled.
“You’re trying to tickle me.”
“I would never dream of doing such a thing. But Bill, well, he’s a bit of a prankster.
You’ll have to be on the look out for his tricks.” And then he winked at her.
She laughed and let her eyes fall close again. He spent a little longer on the second foot, which was great, because she’d hurt it during one of the dances earlier. She’d tried not to let on that her ankle was sore, but he’d obviously known. He seemed to know all the important things. Like how to give a kick-ass foot rub.
“Roll over,” he issued the soft command.
Viola did and turned her head so she faced him. This time, she kept her eyes open so she could catch glimpses of him as he worked. From this position, he was able to work on her calves easier. He poured more oil onto his hands and worked it into her skin in long, smooth strokes.
Each time he pushed the oil up, his hands would inch closer and closer to her thighs.
Almost to the place she really wanted him to touch. Her body reacted to his firm caress.
Her already-damp pussy throbbed with desire. The urge to buck her hips forward, press her clit against the table was overwhelming. When she began to squirm, Viola felt Jerod start to pull back.
Shit!
“You know, my neck is a little sore too,” she said quickly. “It would be great if you 102
could rub it a little.”
Jerod chuckled, the low, rich sound sending a torrent of goosebumps racing across her skin. He leaned in and spoke next to her ear, his hot breath teasing her skin.
“Your Bill likes to be in charge. It might be best if you pout a little if you want him to do something you want. But as I am here to teach you, I’ll let that one error slip by.” In a blink, he was standing by her head, the bottle of oil in his hands. Jerod looked down and made a tsking sound.
“This won’t work if I can’t reach your neck. You’ll have to loosen the robe if you’d like your neck rubbed.”
Viola propped her upper body on her elbow so she could look up into his face. Two could play this game. She knew he would be able to see the tops of her breasts if she loosened the robe. And while she wanted him to see her, teasing him held a lot more enjoyment at the moment.
“That hardly seems fair.” She made her eyes wide and pouted with her bottom lip sticking out a little bit. “If I have to take my top off, why do you get to keep your shirt on?”
This time, he grinned. “Ah, well played. Bill would be hard pressed to argue that point. Very well.”
Jerod moved, about to snap his fingers.
“Wait.”
He frowned, but didn’t continue. Viola ran her tongue over her bottom lip.
“I want to watch you take it off.” Her voice sounded husky, sexy as she said it. Very unlike the old Viola.
Jerod still frowned at her. She didn’t want to break the spell they both seemed to be under. So she added, “Bill wouldn’t like me asking that?” And with that, he seemed to be at ease again.
“Of course he would. Especially since you pouted so nicely.” His hand moved to his shirt and slowly, one by one, popped each button out of its hole, revealing inch after inch of his olive skin. His muscles rippled as he stripped, 103
teasing her as he exposed more and more of his chest. When he finally peeled the shirt off and let it fall to the floor with a muffled whoosh, Viola thought she would melt through the table. He moved around to stand at the head of it, his groin mere inches from her face.
Viola had a sudden flash of what she’d like to do with his cock once she got his pants off.
With mental control she didn’t know she had, Viola pushed the image away. Jerod didn’t say anything, except to cock one of his eyebrows in a silent question.
Instead she reached down and loosened the knot that held the front of her robe together. She made sure he couldn’t really see anything, but that he got enough of an eye full to make things interesting. She lay flat on the table, resting her cheek on her hands.
She could feel her heartbeat against the table and hoped she could keep it together long enough to enjoy her massage.
Viola felt his fingers tug the top of her robe down, exposing her neck and upper back. Instead of pouring the oil into his hands, this time he drizzled it directly onto her skin. The warmth felt wonderful as the thick liquid rolled across her skin.
Jerod began to work the muscles of her neck and shoulders. Viola could feel the tension bleeding out of her with every pass over her skin. But she didn’t give in to the bliss of her relaxed state, or to the desire to close her eyes and let her brain drift away.
She kept her gaze firmly fixated on him.
With his shirt off, she could watch each of his muscles move as he rubbed her. She wanted to touch him, to rub oil over his body, to get close to him. Her fingers tingled at the thought of caressing his chest, arms, and back. Finally, she gave in to temptation, slid her hand out from under her cheek, and touched his side.
Jerod instantly stopped moving. She’d barely made contact, the briefest of touches.
She looked up at him and she could see the struggle for control on his face, in every strained muscle in his body for that matter.
She didn’t want control.
She wanted bold. She
felt
bold. For the first time in her life, Viola Anne White wanted to live on the edge and
take
what she wanted. She only needed to figure out how to convince him to do the same. She needed to take some of the advice she’d given her 104
customers over the years. Live life on the edge and don’t look back.
Instead of words, Viola acted. She pushed her body up so she could sit her ass on her heels. Propped up this way, she loosened her bathrobe and lay back down on the table, this time on her back.
“Do you think Bill would mind if I got him to give me a full-body massage?” She knew her nipples were hard, the tight buds rubbed into a frenzy by the robe. This time she did close her eyes, not wanting to see his face, just in case he rejected her. She couldn’t expect to lose all her old habits. Deep, calming breaths were the only things that got her through the next few seconds of waiting. But when he didn’t respond, she had no choice. She opened her eyes and looked back at him.
“Jerod?”
The muscle in his jaw was jumping, and his hands were balled at his sides. She was about to tell him not to bother, when he let out a harsh sigh.
“No.” His voice sounded raw as he spoke. “Bill wouldn’t mind at all. Lie back.” When his hands touched her this time, Viola felt a charge pass between them. A small, electric current that sent her senses into overload. She could smell his exotic scent, that sweet mixture of cloves and musk that she could only describe as Jerod. He bent his body over her head each time he slid the oil down her shoulders and arms. His muscles and tendons rippled with the steady back and forth movement. His warmth caressed her skin, lapping over her like the ocean waves.
At last, he moved to where she wanted his touch. He started at her shoulders again, but this time he massaged a path that went over her chest until his hands covered her breasts. With that first contact, Viola moaned. The pressure of his hands on her nipples was too much and not enough. Repeatedly, he caressed her skin, her body coming to life with every touch.
She needed him.
Badly
.
This time when he tried to pull back, she reached up and captured his head with her hands. She lay there, looking upside down at him, her lips only an inch from his.
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she felt his hands squeeze her breasts, sliding up to rub her nipples between his fingers.
After a moment, he opened his mouth, their kiss deepening but still slow. Viola felt alive, cherished. When he pulled back, breaking contact, she felt like she was soaring.
“I would…I want to…” The words weren’t forming a sentence, her brain gone to mush.
“You want to…practice?”
She nodded. In a blink, Jerod was on his hands and knees on top of her, this time facing her.
“I doubt Bill can do that,” she said and smiled.
“There are a lot of things Bill can’t do. But he would certainly do this.” Jerod bent his head and kissed her, but not like before. Gone was the gentleness, replaced with a demanding need that pushed them both to the edge of control. Viola wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him close so her naked breasts could rub against his chest. His knee moved between her legs and his hands entwined in her hair.
His lips were demanding and she opened up for him, letting him taste her. His scent seemed to be everywhere—on her skin, in the air—until she couldn’t remember what the scent of the air was like without it. She caressed his tongue with hers, sucking his bottom lip, only to come back and demand a kiss of her own.
When he pulled back, they were both panting hard. His eyes had turned a color she didn’t have a name for. It was the most striking blue she’d ever seen.
“Bill would be very happy right now. He’s wanted this for a while.” His words came out in between pants.
At the sound of Bill’s name, Viola cringed.
To hell with Bill.
“But what about you?” she asked him through the tightness in her throat.
He didn’t answer.
She knew this was right, but more than that, she needed him. He’d shown her there was more to her than what she’d ever suspected. She was a sexy, beautiful woman who could take what she wanted. And right now, she wanted Jerod.
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Viola couldn’t breathe. Jerod seemed to be doing enough panting for the both of them at the moment though. He looked torn, confused, and very unsure of himself.
“This isn’t a game. It’s your wish. I’m doing what you asked me to do. What I want doesn’t matter.” His voice sounded strained and he flexed his fingers, which were wrapped in her hair.
“I know this isn’t a game. But you’re wrong. It does matter what you want. To me at least.”
His head dipped an inch toward her, but he held himself back. Viola bucked up and ground her hips against his body, now slick with sweat. She smiled when he groaned at the contact.
“Do you want me?” she asked again and prayed.
Please, dear Lord in heaven, let
him say yes.
Something in her voice must have struck a cord, because he let out a soft growl as his body shuddered. Jerod lowered his face to hers until there was only a breath between them.
“Yes,” he said, his voice as soft as a sigh.
His lips were on her now, kissing and tasting every inch of her. Her bathrobe blinked away and she was left naked under him. Not wanting to lose the privilege of stripping him, she managed to find the button that held his pants together and pulled it open. God, his body was a lesson in contrasts. Hard muscles under soft, warm skin. She ran her hands everywhere, drinking in the touch and smell of him.
Jerod moaned again and nipped her neck. She pulled the opening of his pants wide and moved her hands to explore his hidden flesh underneath. Her fingers touched the tip of his cock and he flinched at the contact. His shaft twitched in her hand, pulsing heat and 108
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“I can get rid of those for you,” he whispered against her ear.
“No, I want to do it. Sit back.”
He protested by licking her neck. The desire to see him naked was almost over taken by the need to stay right where he was and have him continue doing what he was doing.
She’d waited too long to do this for him, for both of them, and she wanted it to be perfect.
She shoved against his shoulders until he slid off the table and stood beside her. She looked down for a second at her own naked body, but for the first time in her life she didn’t feel self-conscious. She wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t care.
Viola pulled herself over so her ass rested close to the edge and her legs dangled over the edge of the table. She reached out and let her fingers continue their exploration of his body. She touched his chest, drawing a line over each muscle. She circled his nipple, making sure to flick it with her fingertip as she went. Her second hand joined the first and she ran them down over his stomach, teasing the hair that made a trail down to the place she wanted to see.
“So, how human are you?” she teased him as she lightly scratched her nails just below his waistband.
He placed his hands on his hips and smiled at her. “Why don’t you find out?” She was giddy, drunk on the excitement of the moment. Viola stood and pushed her hands into his pants, moving them so she could cup his ass. He was all muscle, his skin smooth under her touch. With most of her forearms now inside his pants, the loose waistband couldn’t hold on and his pants fell to the floor in a heap. They only stayed there a moment before they magically disappeared.
Viola was far past noticing where the pants went. She was focused on the very naked genie standing before her.
“Oh…my,” she said in a breathless voice.
“Does my mistress approve?”
His cock stood thick and stiff at attention and Viola’s nerves tingled as she sized him up.
Big, God he was so big.
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experience. She needed to do something. She curled her fingers into his skin and looked him in the eyes.
“I don’t…tell me what I should do?”
Jerod’s smug expression softened. “Have you never been with a man before?”
“Of course I have, but I didn’t really have to do very much and it wasn’t the best experience,” she said, knowing her face was beet red by now. “My first time was really bad, and he kind of laughed at me when I didn’t know what a blowjob was. I just wasn’t built to be a seductress, I guess. So I normally just, you know, push guys away before I get to this point. Easier.”
“How could any man treat you like that?” Jerod spoke in soft tones as his hand balled into a fist at his side.
She really didn’t need him getting defensive on her behalf. Right then, she wanted something far different from him. Reaching up, Viola ran her finger down the middle of his chest, not quite able to meet his eyes. “Can you show me? Please?” Lifting her chin with his finger, he searched her face and smiled his little half grin.
“What Bill would like?”
“Yes!” she said a little too excitedly. “As you can see, I wasn’t kidding about the lesson part.”
Taking her head in his hands, he kissed her deeply on the lips. He didn’t release her when she thought he would. On and on he continued, until she couldn’t think. Her body was on fire for him, wanting him to touch her, do something. Anything!
She had to pull back. The overwhelming desire to take him in her mouth, to taste him, struck her. He read her mind, or her body language, because he moved to sit on the table.
Panting, she took a single step away from him before she dropped to her knees. The table put him at the right height so that she wouldn’t have to strain. His cock stood in front of her now, the shaft long and thick. She leaned in and only hesitated for a second before she darted her tongue out and tasted him. Tracing a path up his length, she avoided the head of his cock, wanting to prolong his sensual torture.
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Jerod moaned and his shaft twitched. Again she repeated the motion, again with the same result. The third time she stopped at his head and slowly licked around it. He was hot and she could feel his blood pulsing under her.
“Bill would approve,” he croaked.
“Do you?” she asked, feeling shyer than she had in years.
“I’ll cast a curse on you if you stop.”
Chuckling, she took his tip into her mouth again. She’d never believed she could feel so powerful. But she knew Jerod was completely under her spell. She was in control, giving the pleasure, but also receiving. She enjoyed the thrill, the experience of bringing an all-powerful genie to his knees. At that moment, she knew she was the sexiest woman on the planet.
Her fingers began to explore his body as well. She teased his muscular thighs with her nails. Took his balls in her hand and played with them. She felt them pull tight against his body, the skin that encased them cool. At the same time, his hand began to caress her hair, encouraging her as she worked his body.
“Bill won’t survive you,” he said with a moan.
Viola smiled and rewarded him by licking the length of his shaft again.
“I’ve had a good teacher.”
She had time for one final lick before she felt her body begin to float off the ground.
Unlike the other times Jerod had used his magic on her, she didn’t scream. It somehow felt natural to be several feet off the floor. Before she could stop what was happening though, she’d floated out of the range of his cock and was now looking at his chest.
When he looked down at her, she made sure to give him her best pout.
“Didn’t your mother ever teach you to take turns?” This time she giggled. “I was an only child.”
“That explains much. Lie back. You won’t fall.” She didn’t hesitate and stretched out her sore legs so her entire body floated horizontally. The sensation was very odd, but completely liberating at the same time.
Very much like floating in space, she imagined.
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When Jerod stood up, he easily walked between her legs, his stomach pushing against her pussy. Viola sucked in a breath, but didn’t try to get away. This is what she wanted. What she’d been dreaming about for the past two days. She was about to let her mind go when a thought struck her.
“Umm, do I need to worry about…”
Jerod raised an eyebrow.
Viola felt her face heat. “You know…protection. Condoms?” That got a smile from him. “No. I’m not capable of reproducing, or carrying disease.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
“Yes, it is.”
He ran his hands up the length of her thighs, his thumbs grazing the insides as he went. When he couldn’t get any closer, she felt her body rise up, floating higher in the air. His face was now between her legs and she felt him kiss her inner thigh, only a few inches from her clit.
Her body stiffened. A thrill ran through her, starting at her clit to move rapidly into her womb. Shit, he hadn’t even touched her yet. With gentle prodding from him, she spread her legs wide, giving him full access to her.
Jerod wet a finger in his mouth and she watched as he moistened her pubic hair, moving it away from her now engorged and sensitive bud. She couldn’t breathe. Her body tightened, began to shake. He wet his thumb this time and she watched as he ran it over her clit and brushed the opening to her pussy.
The contact was shocking, but brief. She closed her eyes and waited, praying he wouldn’t leave her like that. She wasn’t disappointed. The steady petting of his fingers was soon replaced with the heat of Jerod’s mouth. Viola groaned and dug her fingers into his silken hair as he licked around her labia, sucking and teasing without touching the one spot she wanted him to. She urged him closer, trying to move her hips, directing his mouth where she wanted it to go.
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swollen flesh, she cried out. She was so horny, she knew this wasn’t going to last long.
He didn’t increase his tempo, but kept the rhythm slow and even. Her body adjusted to the intensity of the pleasure, her hips began to move to the silent beat Jerod pulled from her. The control she’d had only moments ago silently passed to him as he controlled her body. He was now the master.
She rubbed small circles against his head, pulling him even closer to her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, increasing the pressure, increasing the pleasure. She cried out again and her body began to quiver. Close, she was so close.
Jerod must have sensed it. He slid a finger deep into her, thrusting it inside, ramping up the rhythm of her pleasure. She shook violently, but still not enough to push her over into bliss. He added a second finger, then a third, pumping into her madly as he lapped and sucked her clit.
The orgasm slammed into her. Viola screamed her pleasure into the dark as she clutched his head, desperate to hold on to anything. It didn’t stop. Jerod didn’t stop. He drove her on and on, pushing her orgasm higher and higher. She held onto him until she couldn’t take any more and finally pushed him away.
“Too much,” she managed to say.
He gave her one final kiss before he pulled himself up and covered her body with his. Viola wrapped her arms around his and had to fight back the urge to cry.
She couldn’t talk, instead she kissed him. She poured her heart into that kiss. She licked and tasted him. Tried to imprint his spirit onto hers. When he pulled back, she moaned in protest.
“Please, Jerod. I need you.”
He didn’t look away from her. She touched his smooth cheek, caressing it. Jerod reached down and hooked the back of her knee, pulling it up. She hooked her leg around his back. She felt the tip of his cock press against her wet, open pussy. Viola watched the expression on his face, looking for a sign that he too felt this strange connection.
“So you know…” he swallowed hard, “…I can keep this up for as long as you need me to.”
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Sweet, merciful God in heaven.
“Now, please.” He pushed forward, her slick passage spreading to accommodate his size. She felt her eyes go wide as her entire body began to tingle. When he was finally all the way inside, he began his slow retreat. The constant, steady advance and retreat stoked her desire again. He moved inside her, maintaining his slow and smooth pace until she felt the return of the sensual tension, the build-up of another orgasm.
Viola began to buck against him. She felt the pressure increase, the need to grind against him, to find her release. But he didn’t speed up. She began to claw at his back, suck on his earlobe, do everything she could think of. It didn’t seem to matter, he continued on, ignoring her silent pleas.
“Jerod!”
He gave a throaty laugh against her neck. “I’m in control, Mistress. Me.”
“Damn genie.”
He finally quickened his pace, which Viola approved of by clenching her legs around his back. She met each of his thrusts, throwing in a little grind of her own when she did.
He seemed to like it, and showed his appreciation by licking her earlobe.
Jerod stopped and sat back. Somewhere along the way she’d forgotten she was floating in midair, and she gasped when it looked like he sat down on an invisible chair.
He pulled Viola on top of him, letting her legs straddle his hips. They dangled without touching the floor.
“Now you control things,” Jerod managed to say in between pants.
She rose up and placed her body at the tip of his shaft and impaled herself on him in one smooth, downward stroke. Facing her, he had better access to her breasts. As Viola began to drive them closer to release by grinding her clit hard against him, Jerod captured one of her breasts with his mouth and sucked her nipple. Each flick of his tongue felt like it was connected directly to her clit. She increased her tempo, needing to reach this end together.