All Chapters of Naughty Genie: Pleasing My Master (Book complete): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She casually rose from the chair she had been sitting in, and knelt down in front of Stephen, who was still sitting on the bed. Tenderly, she placed her hands on his knees, and looked at him until he dared to meet her own gaze. "That's not possible, Master. This magic never lies. I was made to be given to you, and you alone." Stephen wanted to believe her, because if all this was true, then life as he knew it was about to take a very different turn. He managed a little smile to her, surprising to even him, and then he covered her hand with his own and gently squeezed. The genie smiled at him, and squeezed his hand in return, "You are a very odd sort of master, if you don't mind me saying." "What makes you say that?" he asked. "Well, for starters, in my time, men were a little more... confident. You seem to be a little unsure of what to make of this." Stephen laughed, "Well, I'm s

Stephen couldn't help but look at her lips while she spoke. Her soft voice made him forget just about everything else in the world, and only focus on one thing: her. "Do you want to kiss me, Stephen?" She asked, her stunning blue eyes glancing down to his lips. Stephen didn't trust himself to speak, but only nodded gently. "Then wish for it to be so," she whispered back in return. He tried to clear his voice, finding a measure of strength with the words, "I wish for you to kiss me." She barely let him finish the line before pressing in and connecting their lips in a moment of boundless passion. For Stephen, they felt positively exquisite, their soft pressure against his own driving him absolutely wild. Furthermore, the feel of her soft arms around his neck, pulling his body in close to hers was the surest expression of what he imagined love to feel like. For

Stephen gave a little chuckle, "Okay, well we should get going there. It's a good twenty minute drive to reach their house." She bolted upright, standing up from his bed, and looking like she was ready to leave. The only problem was that she was still just as naked as the day she born. "Err, I think we need to get you some clothes," remarked Stephen, with a lingering look at her body. She looked down at herself, and then started laughing, "Oops. Yeah, some clothing might help." "Do you have anything else besides that robe? We don't really wear robes these days, except coming out of the shower," he asked. "Do you have an idea for how you would like me to look? Clothing is a rather broad topic to start from scratch," she asked with a hint of grin. "Hmm, that's a good question," he said, looking around his room for an example to show her. This would be hard in a

Stephen pulled into the driveway of his grandparents old ranch style house. It wasn't a particular big house, but then again, nothing constructed in 1953 was that big to begin with. After shutting down his car, he went to the front door and rang the bell. His grandma answered just about immediately. "Oh, Stephen, thank God you came!" "Mom told me what happened. How is Grandpa?" "He seems to be fine now. But I've already given him something for the pain. But I really need your help getting him off the floor." She ushered him inside, and closed the door behind him. He easily towered over his grandma, who was barely five feet tall. Her hair had turned snow white even before Stephen had been born and she had been rail thin for years. Despite her outward frailty, she was one of the most caring people Stephen had ever met. She was the type who would put herself into a poor house just so you never wanted for anything.&n

Stephen managed a weak smile while she leaned in to kiss his shoulder blade, and then the other in quick succession. The feel of her soft hair brushed up against his skin, feeling amazing enough to let him close his eyes and enjoy. Grace made her way down his chest, finding new spots for her lips to tease and tingle. Watching her work, Stephen couldn't help but thank his lucky stars. Not just to finally be right on the cusp of losing his virginity, but to be having this experience with someone like Grace. Someone who would could easily see himself falling head over heels in love with. As she reached his jeans, Grace slipped her hand behind the waistband. "May I, Master?" "Of course," he mumbled, too speechless to think of correcting her at this point. Plus, due to the situation, he found it kind of sexy. "Goodie" she said, brightly, as her deft fingers made quick work of the button and zipper. She wr