Page 24 of Captured By the Cupid

Her nod comes. Those mystical teal-blue eyes root themselves on mine, prepared to submit.

I savor every emotion stemming from her essence.

What a curious girl, I muse while studying her raw, untamed beauty. Her glowing skin. So self-assured one moment with a mouth like a hellcat. But bend her over before a mirror naked, and that hellcat closes her jaws. Let’s see how I will make her purr.

First, she shakes. Those knees tremble as I glide my hand across her creamy bottom shimmering like silver in this dark realm. The forbidden nature of god vs mortal always brings an allure. Let the other gods have their divine goddesses withunparalleled beauty. I’m still the one most renowned for falling for a mortal. But this…process is necessary if I wish to prevent it from happening again.

Heat riles me.

I lift my hand from her bottom. Hear her sharp inhale as she keeps her soulful blue eyes on me.

I slam my hand against her ass. A gasp escapes, followed by a sexy little whimper. A fresh onslaught of arousal swells and pulses my cock.

I bring my palm down again. Harder. Her fingers curve. Her buttocks twitch. Her breasts swing from the impact, the nipples growing stiffer. More humming whimpers catch in her vocal cords as she clenches her teeth while I let my hand fly until her ass bears a red bloom. By the halfway mark, she’s sobbing and crying while more juices flow from her center to slide down her thighs.

Not once does she look away. No compressing of her eyes despite how much they water. No straying. Despite her incessant wailing, she hardly blinks amid my blows.

Finally…I stop. I raise her while massaging that thoroughly welted bottom while stationing my other hand upon the smooth flesh of her belly. Her eyes crease, and I nod, permitting her to close them. She does and nearly doubles over with a deep sigh.

“You bore it well, Butterfly,” I commend her, my lips pressing into a smile when her eyes fly open. Her lips part, but no words come.

So, a little spanking was all that was necessary to calm the chaotic Butterfly. She’s still trembling, but she’s settled…as if she’s lighted on a petal, fanning her wings in the warm sunlight.

She lowers her eyes to the floor, and I smirk at how she bites her lower lip, struggling to speak. “Thank you.”

It’s barely a whisper. So weak, but it speaks volumes. It speaks a fucking storm. As does the rush of heat nourishing hercenter. Praise…gets her off. Praise following humiliation and the masterwork of a monstrous hand burning her bottom.

Romance and flowers work for most. Psyche was no different.

But it seems my little Butterfly here is a closetslut.

Fuck, did I just think of her asmylittle Butterfly?

“Would you like a reward, Aradia?” I brush my hand on her belly, roving it up to anchor beneath her breasts.

She raises her eyes to mine, blinks in confusion. “I don’t…I—what do you mean?”

I chuckle darkly, lower my lips to her ear, and revel in the raising of all the hairs on her skin. “I believe you know very well what I mean.”

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“You will not come until I tell you, Butterfly.”

ARADIA

My brain short-circuits. And my heart has turned into a worthless puddle of goo. A hot puddle—burning a hole in my pussy.

I’ve never experienced anyone with mood swings as intense as mine. Archer has gone from one extreme of locking me up in that deep, dark dungeon to setting my blood on fire. And now…scalding my ass fifty shades of red.

What am I supposed to say tothat? No?

No, sir, I don’t want a reward even if every cell in my body is on its knees gagging for one. No, sir, virtue is its own reward. No, sir, dessert and reward seldom keep company.

With his warm breath still hovering at my ear, I clench my eyes and muster the bravest nod, followed by the weakest ‘yes’ I’ve ever squeaked out.

“Good girl.” Oh, gods, the hot puddle explodes and sends hot splashes through my body! I almost convulse. “Your reward isstanding here in front of me and continuing to meet my eyes as I enjoy watching you touch yourself and play with your pretty pink tits and wet pussy until you come.”

A shudder ripples through me. And while the thought stirs an erotic heat in me, I wonder why he won’t touch me. He wants to. Proof positive with how his veins throb, his muscles bulge with tension, and his fingers flex.

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