“I wish I knew what you were thinking.”A soft sigh left his lips, his expression melancholy as though he was the one who’d been taken from his life and forced to urinate in front of a virtual stranger.
I’m glad you don’t know what I’m thinking.
Her focus flitted back to his out of instinct, imagining how dreadful that scenario would have been.It was bad enough that he seemed able to teleport around the place, make her do things she didn’t want to do, and anticipate her every need.Having him inside her head as well would have been unbearable.
“I’m just hungry, Master,” she replied, taking in the jaw-dropping span of his shoulders.Until she’d met Kronos, she’d never even known muscles could grow as large as his were.
However she finally managed to get away, she had a feeling he’d ruined her for average men.No one would ever be able to live up to his striking standards.
“Then I shall feed you.”He smirked, and she watched as the towel vanished right before her eyes.
“How are you doing this, Master?”One of her hands rose to rub at her temple.The pain in her head seemed to be linked to her confusion.The less she understood, the more it intensified.“Is it some kind of trick?”
She’d heard about stage performers who could produce items from thin air or even make those same things disappear, but she couldn’t recall any of them ever manifesting in the middle of a locked room.Those acts were nothing but illusions, anyway.There was no such thing as magic.
“You always have so many questions…” His lips curled as, closing the limited distance between them, he wrapped an arm around her middle.
“And you never answer them,” she reminded him, her pebbling nipples again pressing against his chest.
Damn, why did it feel so hot to be so close to him?
She should have been fighting for personal space and insisting he give her clothing, yet every time he held her, a facet of her hoped he never let them part.
“You like skating on thin ice, don’t you?”His free hand lowered to her bare ass and squeezed her orbs roughly.
“I like answers, Master.”Resisting the urge to wince at the way his touch reignited the hurt his spanking had produced, she craned her neck to meet his eyes.“And you rarely provide them.”
“I give you everything you need.”His smug tone was infuriating.“And to prove the point, dinner awaits…”
Chapter Four
Kronos
Something was different about her, although, staring into her big blue eyes, he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
She was still his beautiful Kristina, a wayward woman who clearly required his devoted attention.She had the most fabulous ass, each cheek easily malleable in his hands, and perfect-sized breasts, with ample cleavage for him to enjoy, even though her assets weren’t too large.
Perhaps her smart mouth was the difference he’d noted.Her most recent retorts had brought her perilously close to overstepping the line between them, but he had chosen to indulge them.It was amusing to relax her leash a little and see how far she would go, particularly when he considered how little time they’d spent together.He knew she’d stray and break one of his rules sooner or later, and when she did, he would gladly punish her.Until then, though, her performance was utterly beguiling.
He couldn’t say she looked more relaxed in his presence.He had noticed the way her body straightened at his commands, and she had done everything he’d asked of her, even if she’d needed a little prompting on occasion.He wasn’t sorry for her obedience, either.She was there to learn to kneel, as well as to be worshipped.She was there to be his.
Despite that certainty, a part of him adored her defiance.Her insubordination ignited a rush of pleasure in him whenever he saw it sparking in her gaze.Primarily because it invariably meant he had reason to penalize her, a task he was sure he’d never tire of, but also because the boldness spoke to Kristina’s passion.He had seen that in her from the shadows before they’d met.He’d witnessed it on the street before she’d realized she was outnumbered and unable to fight back.The mortal he’d chosen wasn’t one for giving in, which would only make her surrender all the sweeter.
Looking at her at that moment, there was no doubt she had little interest in submitting, her narrowing eyes conveying her latest incoming volley of questions.
“But Master.”She had to crane her neck to catch his eyes.“That’s still not answering me.Why won’t you tell me how it’s done?”
Holding her against him, he closed his eyes.Had Shelley asked so many queries?Had any of the others?
“Kristina.”He breathed out her name, the three syllables protracting while his free hand rose to catch her chin.“Enough now.You did not enjoy my silence spell, so do not provoke me into using another.”
Her brows knitted at the chiding, her jaw clenching as her gaze attempted to lower.His hand was there to resist the gesture, though, compelling her attention back to his face.“You never want me to speak, Master.”
“You have a lovely voice,” he assured her, propping her chin up with his fingers.“And there will be answers for your questions, little one.But—”
“Not now.”She sighed, frustration oozing from her.
“Correct.”He smiled at her sorrowful expression, almost impressed at the way she’d been able to conclude his sentence.
