33 - ARACHNE
I was extremely grateful that Karma granted me a mate who matched my ego but paled in power as I stripped Athena naked with a flick of my wrist. Her gorgeous face was torn between shock and lust.
My favorite.
“Since you essentially disobeyed, I think punishment is due.” That would just be the start to our evening. An appetizer, if you will.
Athena laughed. Her brattiness was truthfully compounding by the day. I also knew in the grand scheme that our back and forth tonight would only lead to more. The former general was a masochist after all.
And you love it.
“Punish away, little spider.”
With another flick of my wrist, I spun her around. Athena’s body was incredible but her ass was probably one of her best features; mostly because it reddened so nicely.
Her breath hitched as I tested the threads around her ankles, worsening my need to torture her. I trailed my nails—which were much shorter now, by the way—up the backs of her calves, then thighs.
“Tonight is meant to be celebratory, remember,” she breathed.
I hummed, digging my fingers into her asscheeks. “Testing my patience are we?” Athena moaned in response.
Karma help me.
There was only one solution to extending this to its necessary length. She had to be comfortable and she wasn’t while wearing that amulet. It was something I’d garnered from her unwillingness to wear it at home.
When I lifted the leather strap from around her neck, her eyes flew open. “Really? This now?”
“You’re mine to care for now.”
“That’s annoyingly sweet of you,” she grumbled, leaving me chuckling as I went to grab a bandage from the bathroom cabinet.
As I got to work, and she held perfectly still, I was once again struck with her strength.
Every night we repeated this, the same pride swelled in my chest from her resilience.
I didn’t know how she used to wrap the wing herself; questioned whether she just bled all over her too-bleached-out apartment.
The second I finished, Athena exclaimed, “Finally.” Earning herself a slap from me. Right across her pale muscular ass. It was both infuriating and hot when she grunted in response.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” I said, grabbing a nearby vial of lube, “you’re going to count for me, and if you manage to behave through that, then I’ll allow you to come. Understood, feathered brat?”
She cackled and I cracked a smile. I had been waiting for the appropriate moment to use that. “Hurry up then,” she goaded.
“Safe word?” I was distracting her from the low-vibrating toy in my hand.
“Red,” she replied.
I struck, slapping her right cheek with more force than before, hoping to catch her by surprise. Athena shared a moan before her breaths picked up to pants. “One.”
When my opposite hand started pressing the tiny vibrating egg into her ass, she groaned. “Punishment, remember?” My voice was breathy from watching her skin erupt in goose bumps. Her asscheeks were already rosy, with a handprint forming on the right.
Maddening as it was, I knew if I moved too quickly, she would enjoy it more. So, I teased her; one hand rubbing the sting, the other tapping the egg. I knew she was drenched, could see the evidence sliding further down her inner thighs.
A muted “Please” was whispered.
“That’s not your safe word,” I volleyed, pushing the toy in, leaving her blubbering.
“Fuck, Arachne. I need to come. Please. I’m so close.” Athena was writhing now. Well, as much as the restraints of my web would allow.
I was also trembling with the need to fuck her.
However, she hadn’t said her safe word, so I smacked her again; tossing in some of my prestige to ensure it hurt.
Athena’s body convulsed like she was coming as a mewl ripped from her throat.
Her climax was always a beautiful sight, but she didn’t have permission. The brat . Which was why she was about to be tortured further. I reached around her body to flick her soaked clit, leaving her shrieking as I increased the egg’s vibration.
She was a panting, sweaty mess as her body shook my web, but I didn’t care.
We weren’t finished.
Athena’s thighs were continuing to pulse as I drew circles around her clit. I relished her responsiveness. The way she was still coming, her eyes clamped shut and mouth agape.
“I didn’t say you could come, did I?”
There was no reply at first.
“Jokes on you, because I’m still—” Athena’s voice turned into a garble as I plunged my fingers into her wetness. She fluttered around me in welcome, groaning as her climax grew more intense.
“Who do you belong to, Athena?”
The “Arachne” screamed from her lips was the best song I’d ever heard. Between her reddened ass, and the way she had let go for me, I was ready to ride her face, so I released her. Using ether to move her lean form to the bed…
And into new cuffs; these furry this time. Pay back. Athena laughed as they clicked shut.
“Such a brat,” I murmured, turning up the setting on the plug and leaving her breathless.
“Please Arachne, just let me lead this time,” Athena rasped. I paused, only for a second. As much as I hated handing over the reins, it was time.
“Please.”
So, I folded, using my element to disband the cuffs. “Fine, but don’t get used to it and you’re keeping the plug in.”