“Fuck.”Succumbing to the competing sensations, she mouthed the word, aware that he wouldn’t appreciate her vulgarity, yet she was completely unable to hold her tongue.
Her body spasmed as the first jolts of her orgasm rushed her senses, her toes curling and her head rolling back as she battled the intensity.
“Mine,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the fire’s crackling chorus.“You’re mine, little one, and don’t you forget it.”
Forget it?She fought to catch her breath.Whatever happened, there was no way she was ever going to forget pleasure like that.
“I won’t, Master.”She forced the words out somehow, though a large part of her was still hovering somewhere below the ceiling, dancing in the waves of her desire.
“Hmmm.”
He lapped at her sensitive clit again, the contact making her jump, but before she could respond, his mouth had clamped over the bud, sucking on it as though it held the elixir of immortality.
“Oh my God!”
Jolting from her place on the rug, she pushed his hand away and tried to escape from the intensity of the feeling.Having him worship between her legs was one thing, but dealing with such ferocity was more than she could deal with, especially immediately after her climax.Her hands shifted to his hair, attempting to push him away, but fight as she might, the giant between her legs would not budge.
“Master, please!”she begged, her plea morphing into a groan as he lessened the pressure a fraction, his hazel eyes peering in her direction.“It’s too much.”
He released her aching nub, pressing a fleeting caress there before he climbed to his knees.Pinioned to the rug by the weight of his stare alone, she watched him rise over her like a dark god.
“Nowyou’re wet for me.”His fingers skimmed between her parted thighs, grazing over her labia, and there was no denying he was right.Kris was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
“Yes, Master.”Unable to break the power of his gaze, she remained sprawled there as he smirked down at her.
“And what do you say for such pleasure?”One dark eyebrow arched, demanding her answer.
“Thank you, Master.”She offered the gratitude without hesitation.Whoever Kronos was, he’d gifted her one hell of an incredible somatic experience in that wood-paneled parlor.“I’m sorry I used your name.I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Kronos nodded, one of his palms brushing along the inside of her right thigh as he went on.“I think you used my name on purpose,” he purred.
Her throat dried at his knowing tone.She knew there was no defense.Shehadused his name intentionally.She’d needed to name the god who’d just fucked her into a stupor.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she added, eyeing the enormous erection pushing past her leg.
“I told you you’d get what you deserve.”Pressing her legs gently back toward her chest, he smiled down over her.
“An orgasm, Master?”
She wasn’t complaining, but how did her receiving pleasure for her so-called ‘offense’ make sense?Wouldn’t he want to reprimand her rather than reward?
“You did have another orgasm, didn’t you?”
He leaned closer, the crown of his swollen dick brushing over her lips, and for one sublime moment, she thought he was going to slide his shaft deep into her soaking pussy and fuck her again.
She wanted that, needed to feel that connection between them again.
“Yes, Master.”Her hips rose, welcoming the intrusion.“I’m very thankful.”
“How thankful?”There was a dark gleam in his eyes, a look that reminded her of the Goliath who’d made sure she’d come to heel for her spanking.
“Reallythankful,” she murmured.
She couldn’t say how, but the atmosphere in the parlor shifted, intensifying in a subtle way that spun her stomach into new knots.Searching his face, she looked for another sign that something was wrong, but there was only that mischievous glint in his gaze.His expression escalated her unease as he pressed his hard body over hers, trapping her legs between them.
“I’m glad,” he purred, sliding the length of his shaft over her swollen lips.“I like grateful companions.”
Companion?Was that what she was?
