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And fuck me… My pussy throbs.
“Let the pets eat first,” I hear Apollo’s voice say from above. “Since they’re behaving so well.”
Shortly after, I see bowls of penne pasta with red sauce and thick pieces of sausage pushed under the table. Each woman grabs a bowl and positions it in front of them. The red-lipped woman is the first to place her face into the bowl and begin eating it as a cat would. No hands. Just her mouth.
Every other woman quickly follows. It isn’t savage, as one would expect, having ten women under a table eating out of bowls with their mouths. In fact, the women have a certain elegance and grace about them. They clearly have had practice at it.
Me, however, not so much. Even getting my face to the bowl feels odd. It forces my ass out and high, causing my asshole to tighten against the plug. I have to spread my thighs to help me in lowering my face enough, and the cool air against my damp pussy embarrasses me. What if the other women see the signs of arousal? What if they see how wet I am getting as my breasts and hardened nipples caress the cold floor as I take bites of the pasta?
By the sound up above, it’s clear dinnertime has begun for the men as well. They laugh and speak as people would do at any normal party. As if there are not ten of their pets eating out of bowls at their feet.
Apollo’s hand reaches down and touches my spine as I’m hunched over my food eating. Softly, he runs his fingertips up and down, soothing me. Comforting me. Looking up from my bowl and at the other women, I see that other men are doing the same to their pets, and every woman has a look of pride and contentment on their faces. And I understand… I feel warm and safe under Apollo’s touch. I have no idea why, and I have no idea why I press my body up against his leg so that I feel his warmth against me. But I do.
After we are all done eating, each woman pushes their bowls out from underneath the table, and I see the feet of someone coming along to collect them. I watch everything all the women do and copy the best I can. I even lick my hand and wipe it against my face as an animal would bathe. We all have red sauce on our faces, but I see it is our duty to clean ourselves while the men continue to talk up above.
For the most part, I can’t really make out what is being said. It seems like idle chatter, but then I hear Apollo say “Poseidon,” and I struggle to listen the best I can. Captive or not, I am still a Godwin and know that though Poseidon is part of Medusa Enterprises, it’s always been a thorn in Apollo’s side. I had heard my husband use the words “shady,” “illegal,” and “cowardly” to describe the division often.
“Poseidon is bringing the danger to Heathens Hollow. It’s right on our docks now,” a man speaks.
“Athena is working on it,” Apollo says. “I don’t think I have to remind any of you just howconvincingmy sister can be. You have nothing to worry about.”
“They’ve been slowly doing this for years,” another voice says. “I don’t think your family is truly aware of how deep this vein runs. Poseidon isn’t some small business on the island you can easily muffle.”
“My uncle runs Poseidon, but my father runs Medusa, and that trumps everything. Poseidon is simply a branch of the family tree. A tiny twig compared to Medusa,” Apollo says. “Athena is having a littlechatwith dear ol’ uncle. I can assure you.”
“We don’t have to tell you this, but we value the privacy of Heathens Hollow. The last thing we want is attention directed our way,” another voice says. “Our local sheriff can only deflect the authorities for so long.”
“Understood. We’ve had enough legal shit as of late,” Apollo says. “My family is determined to leave that shit in Ares’ coffin. We have no desire to get involved with any of Poseidon’s side hustle, nor will we allow it.”
“We appreciate you coming here and telling us this in person,” someone says.
“Of course. But enough of this talk for now. We have some beautiful pets at our feet that need some attention. Pets,” Apollo calls out. “Come out and sit on your master’s lap.”
ChapterTwenty-Two
Apollo
I’ve seen nothing so beautiful in my entire life. Daphne stands before me with a drop of marinara on her nose, flushed skin, wide eyes, and an aura of complete submission around her. I enjoy her feistiness but love this look of complete surrender even more. I feel her body tremble beneath my petting, and my cock hardens as she presses up against my leg.
My pet. My perfect and obedient pet.
I motion for her to come sit on my lap as the other pets are doing. Some straddle their master’s laps, some curl up, others want to be cradled like a baby. I’m curious what Daphne will do.
She takes a few tentative steps toward me with heavy lids and pouty lips. I want to fuck her right then and there, but it would be rude to leave The Vault this early, and I’m not sure I want to push her too far by forcing public sex… yet. I pat my lap and wait, though anything but patient. I want her nude body on me immediately.
She glances around as if taking her cue from the others and then sits on my lap as if I’m a chair. I think I’d prefer a straddle with her pussy lips spread wide, but I enjoy the delicate nature of how she perches herself on my knees. I pull her back against me and position her so she’s cradled in my arms. Swiping with my thumb at the marinara on her nose, I chuckle as her face reddens even more.
“Being a pet suits you,” I say.
She doesn’t respond but looks down to avoid my stare.
I cup her breast. “Look at me, Daphne.”
She obeys immediately which has my cock twitching against her tailed ass.
“Did you get enough to eat?” I ask.
She nods.
