Page 84 of Kneel Before Me

“Daphne.” He raised his other finger to her lips. “Enough. Will you let me make you come?”

It was hard to say no to that. So Daphne said, “Yes.”

Kronos’s fingers began to move again. He stroked her slowly, building a rhythm, adjusting his motions based on the noises she made. She could not believe how intuitive he was. His touch was nothing like the way the men from the village touched her. They usually didn’t touch her at all—foreplay was hardly something she was used to. Now she savored it, and she wasn’t the only one.

It was clear that bestowing pleasure was something Kronos was skilled at and that he enjoyed. He pressed kisses everywhere on her body, inhaling her skin. He swept his thumbs over her nipples, hardening them before palming her breasts. He was already shirtless, so Daphne touched him too, brushing her hands over the planes of his abs, feeling every dip and ridge of his muscles as they flexed beneath his skin. Every part of him was hard. Time no longer existed. They simply kissed and touched each other as slowly as they pleased, until finally Daphne felt something beginning to build. She needed it faster now. Harder.

“More,” she gasped.

Kronos turned her over so she was facing the mattress, positioning her so she was on her hands and knees. He kept two fingers inside her while his other hand wrapped around, dipping between her thighs. He pumped his fingers in and out as he rubbed her clitoris, drawing another moan from Daphne. It felt like sex even though it wasn’t. He was only using his fingers—pushing her there with nothing but his hands. She was soaking wet. It was simultaneously the most calm and feral she had ever felt. Daphne articulated her pleasure without fear, gasping and crying out as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

Kronos did not stop. He fingered her hard and fast, going so deep he might as well have been fucking her. Daphne could hardly stand such stimulation.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“No.”

“I want your cock.”

“I do not care.”

“Please,” she begged. “I need it.”

“No.”

“I’ll do anything,” she gasped as his fingers pinched her clitoris. “Anything you want.”

It was true that Daphne wanted his cock. But she was also testing him. If he fucked her now, she would never trust him again. Kronos had once told her he would only fuck her when she came to him, on her knees, begging for it. She was doing just that.

“I’ll touch it. I’ll suck it. I’ll let you—”

She cut off abruptly as Kronos gave her ass a sudden, firm smack. Then he leaned down over her, putting his lips right next to her ear as he said, “I do not want to hear another word out of your mouth unless it is my name.”

Daphne turned her head to look at him. His eyes blazed into hers, two infinite black pools. Sweat dripped down his brow and onto her shoulder as a hiss reverberated through his chambers.

“Kronos,” she whispered.

His lips curled. He inserted another finger, and she squirmed beneath him.

“Again,” he said.

“Kronos.”

“Again.”

“Kronos, Kronos, Kronos.”

Now that she’d started saying it, she couldn’t seem to stop.

Kronos bit her earlobe—gently at first, and then harder. All she could hear was the sound of his fingers as they slid in and out of her wetness, working her toward her orgasm. When it was finally upon her, she could do nothing but allow it to happen. Daphne let herself go, surrendering to pleasure like she’d never known. Her climax was not sharp and short, rather it bloomed slowly, starting between her legs before spreading throughout her entire body. It grew like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its wake, leaving her gasping for air.

Before she could catch her breath, Kronos flipped her onto her back. Daphne lay there, legs splayed wide open for him, weak with desire. One glance at his trousers told her he had finished too. At the sight, Daphne felt a surge of power the likes of which she’d never felt before. It was better than what she’d felt when Maximus had finished in front of her. Far better. Maximus had come from touching himself. Kronos had come from touching her. That meant something to Daphne. It meant he gleaned pleasure from her pleasure. She was not just a means to an end for him. She was more.

Kronos was watching her too, his bare chest slicked with sweat. Daphne wanted to lick him clean.

“You said you would fuck me if I begged.”