Page 184 of Kneel Before Me

Instead she hooked her knees around his torso, holding him even closer. Kronos responded in kind, deepening the roll of his hips, completely closing the space between them. Her wetness was everywhere—it coated his cock, her thighs, the claw. Daphne was so malleable he could have split her in half and she would have let him. Instead she chased her climax, feeling the way he also chased his, syncing their movements as they ascended together.

Inevitably, Daphne heard “THREE!”

After her third orgasm, they lost themselves in a rhythm together. They developed a shorthand—a series of words and gestures that made it so they were perfectly in sync. Here. Harder. Faster. Slower. Now. Wait. Again. Somewhere along the way, Daphne lost her fear of the crowd and relished it instead. She found that she enjoyed the prospect of other people seeing her like this. It made her feel like she was a part of something. It made her feel important to be watched. Her inhibitions were lowered, her shame completely gone.

Daphne experienced climax after climax.

Through it all, Bastian kept a running tally, yelling out not only their number but the numbers of those around them. For the most part, Kronos and Daphne were in the lead. Only one other pair was anywhere near their count, and judging from where Bastian’s voice was when he yelled for them, it was more than likely Caspenon and his guest. Daphne did her best to ignore the noise, concentrating instead on the man before her and what he could provide her. She told him what to do, and he did it.

Eventually, it had been hours, and still the challenge was not over. It became exhausting. Pleasure turned to pain—Daphne was nothing but a vessel for climax. She could not command Kronos any longer; she could not give one more order. She was too tired to be in charge. Daphne no longer knew what she wanted, nor did she care to articulate it. All she really wanted was to rest. But time was of the essence; the entire point of the challenge was speed. They could not slow down; they could not give up.

After her tenth orgasm, she could barely breathe. “Kronos,” she gasped. “I need a break.”

“We cannot stop, Daphne,” Kronos said, his voice strained. “I am so sorry. We must go on.”

“I’m so tired.”

“We are almost there.”

His fingers were on her clitoris—stroking, always stroking.

“ELEVEN!”

It felt like an exorcism. She did not just cry out; she cried. Tears seeped into the blindfold, surely marring the silk. Kronos took her in his arms, rubbing his hands gently up and down her back as he held her against him.

“I know,” he whispered. “I know, baby.”

“Kronos,” she mumbled against his shoulder. It was all she could manage.

“Just one more. One more, Daphne. Please.”

One more. Never had the prospect seemed so daunting. Daphne would rather walk on hot coals than have another damn orgasm.

Before she could say so, Bastian again called out, “ELEVEN!”

Kronos tensed.

“Caspenon?” she whispered.

“Yes. We are tied.”

A hair’s breadth of a pause passed, then Kronos said, “Can you tell me what you need?”

“I need…I need you to…”

There was only one thing she needed. A break. In every way—physically, mentally, emotionally. Daphne could not do one more thing for herself; she could not be in charge one single second longer. It was time to make a decision.

“I need you to take over,” she said. “I need you to do it for me.”

They both knew time was of the essence; they both knew that if Caspenon’s guest finished one more time, he would win the challenge. Daphne had not gone through all of this just to lose in the final seconds.

“Are you sure?”

“Just do it.”

Kronos did not bother with a reply. Instead he turned her around on the mat, positioning her so that she was on all fours.

This was his specialty, and it was time for him to do what he was born to do. She was his muse, his student, his guest. She was his tool. Daphne felt Kronos touch the tip of the claw, hooking his finger around it and pumping it in and out of her center, coating it with her wetness. Then he removed it entirely and began sliding it slowly into her asshole. The claw filled her in such a way that she couldn’t help but cry out as Kronos pushed it all the way in. The tip curled over her clitoris, only now the claw was farther back, so the fit was significantly tighter than before. The stimulation on her swollen, tender nerves was nearly unbearable. She tensed as Kronos slotted his cock between her legs, grabbed her hips, and began to thrust.