11 - ARACHNE
I had to get this out of my system. Athena was just a hate fuck. That was it.
Just once .
Now that this feathery brat refused to back down, my mind was made up.
Might as well take advantage.
As soon as the door clicked shut, I used some webbing to keep it locked. It was the loudest solution ringing through my lust-addled brain despite the very real fear that she could run from the sight.
Everyone despised what I was, but they especially despised my webbing. Found it unnerving. Found me unnerving.
There was no doubt she noticed when I spun around. My stomach plummeted in preparation for her disgust. But…
What in the Karma is that look?
The general was the most infuriating being I had ever met. She was perpetually a nuisance. Nothing rattled her either. Unfortunately.
“You still want me,” I said, breezing past the significance of her acceptance, not allowing myself the opportunity to relish in it. No attachments. She was too unpredictable. Too fiscally intertwined with the beings I detested most.
“But this is all you’re getting, general. Just this once.” I required the verbal reminder as she beamed. Wearing my design.
I was suddenly struck with regret for initiating this here, in a stairwell, where we couldn’t take our time.
“Then tie me up,” she ordered like I was one of her fucking soldiers. Her voice was commanding but she held out her wrists like a sacrificial lamb as she fell to her knees.
“Excuse me? No. Off the floor, those trousers deserve better.”
Athena’s cheeky— pesky —smirk spread as she stood, straightening to leer into my orbit. Shoving her clean scent down my throat as her feathered wings shielded us from the buzzing LEDs overhead. She knew she was winning whatever this was.
Such a fucking brat.
I lunged, digging my nails into her mullet. When our lips met, and she groaned, I decided we would definitely be drawing this out. Especially as it wasn’t happening twice.
Don’t even think about it!
She tasted like the spicy liquor I avoided… If only that subtracted from the experience, but of course it didn’t. Kissing Athena was another battle of wills. She bit me when I refused to open up for her.
And Karma help me if it wasn’t hot.
Until she sucked on my tongue and my eyes flew open. To find her attempting to poke me again. Her eyes flaring in challenge.
With a flick of my wrist, the calloused palms she had cradling my breasts were bound. I didn’t wait for her reaction, taking advantage of her distracted state, I used my primary element, air, to push her toward the descending stairs; roping her body around the banister with webbing.
“ Damn ,” she started— but from loathing, or the need for domination, or my annoyance —I slapped her mouth shut.
Athena The Great, arguably the most powerful femme in our galaxy, was essentially hog-tied. In my own clothing. At my mercy.
I appreciated the picture far, far too much.
As her wild hair fell away from her forehead, more scars were revealed. A slash through one brow. What seemed to be a burn near her temple. Imperfections I would probably dislike on anyone else.
On her? It added to the appeal.
Despite the fact that everything she stood for was everything I avoided.
Just this one time, that’s it! It’s all you need! Get your fill while you can.
I hated that I was about to ruin this jacket, but there was a duplicate stored away in my office. Plus, I’d never realized how nicely ridged the buttons were until the general put it on.
Athena’s golden eyes were amused as they traced my movements. I didn’t know whether to hate it, focusing instead on the task at hand, I rearranged the buttons covering her chest, making sure to tease her in the process.
She groaned through her gag when I lifted my mermaid gown by the slit before climbing over her. As my right heel dangled precariously over the spiral leading down to the ground floor, Athena was chuckling. A muffled “You’re something else” made its way through.
“I know,” I replied, palming my nipples through the silk of my dress as I ground against the grooves of the clasp. Her heart was hammering hard enough to feel like a vibrator.
I tossed my head back with a loud moan.
Realizing too late that anyone could definitely still hear what we were doing.
Stealing all arousal with it. I didn’t desire any association with her. I couldn’t have it.
“Alright, well, hopefully this will teach you a lesson," I said, hopping back to the step and repositioning my dress. Knowing it had accomplished the exact opposite based on the fire burning through her gaze. “Never happening again.”
I ambled back to the door, yanking it open, and tossing over my shoulder, “Good luck freeing yourself, general.”
Just once. That was it. And it was… anticlimactic.