Page 123 of Kneel Before Me

“Don’t try to fuck me,” she whispered. “Just make me come.”

Kronos raised his hand, touching a single finger to her bottom lip. He traced it over her chin and down the column of her throat, brushing between her breasts before continuing the line straight to her center. He pressed against the object, applying pressure on her clitoris. Daphne could barely contain her gasp. The pearls around her throat tightened. She had never felt so surrounded—so full. Her hands were bound yet she was completely free.

Kronos leaned in, pressing his lips to her neck. “Daphne,” he whispered.

She’d lost track of how many times he’d said her name tonight. Each time sounded even better than the last. Just as she was about to say his back, a pulse shot through her center. The object inside her was vibrating. Daphne thought she’d already experienced all that the pearls had to offer. But she never could have anticipated this.

His hands were all over her, helping where needed. He pinched her nipples, pressed the object against her clitoris, squeezed her ass. Daphne let her head fall back, closing her eyes in order to feel as much as possible. Her orgasm built quickly; her body wanted it even more than her mind did. Daphne gave herself over, allowing herself to be helpless in the face of pleasure. Her center clenched as pulse after pulse came, each one stronger than the last. Daphne arched her back, her entire body tensing. A hand covered her mouth at the exact moment she climaxed, stifling her cry of release.

“Shhh,” Kronos murmured.

Daphne moaned against his palm, hardly caring anymore if her mother heard them. Anything was worth such pleasure. Kronos’s hands went to her waist, keeping her upright. Daphne opened her eyes. Even in the darkness, his eyes shone brightly.

“Such beauty,” he whispered. “I can hardly bear it.”

As he spoke, the pearls moved again, this time releasing her wrists and sliding back to their original structure. The bra re-formed slowly, cradling her breasts. Kronos touched the end of the object between her legs.

“Shall I remove this?”

Daphne nodded.

Kronos slid his finger around the part that curved over her clitoris. Slowly, he pulled it out until the entire thing was visible. He laid it in the space between her thighs. Daphne stared down at it in wonder. It was shaped like a claw—tapered at one end and thick on the other, curved to accommodate her body. Tentatively, Daphne touched the thicker end. The moment she did, it turned back into individual pearls, which slid once more between her legs and around her hips, forming the bottom of the lingerie. When it was done, Daphne looked up at Kronos.

“Do you have any other secret powers?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Are you going to tell me what they are?”

“Not tonight.”

Daphne shook her head in wonder. She was too tired to question him. Kronos seemed to sense this because he drew her into his arms and pulled the covers around them. His fingers stroked her curls.

“Are you comfortable?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she whispered back. She was warm, tucked against his body. They fit together perfectly.

“I hope we did not go too far.”

Daphne looked up at him. “Are you really worried about that?”

“Deeply.”

Daphne shook her head. “You shouldn’t worry. I’m—” She cut herself off, realizing what she was about to say might offend him.

“You are…what?” Kronos prompted.

Daphne sighed. She decided to be honest. “I’m frightened.”

He shifted her in his arms. “Of me?”

“Of…giving myself to you.”

Kronos brushed a curl from her face. “There is no need to be frightened. I would not hurt you. I…would do everything I could to make it pleasurable for you.”

Daphne nearly rolled her eyes. She had no doubt of that. “I’m not frightened of that.”

“Then…” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “What are you frightened of?”