Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Charlee’s free hand trembled as it settled on my hip.
The softness of her fingertips shouldn’t have felt like a brand, yet it did.
Still, it wasn’t the heat of her touch that stunned me; it was the contrasting depths of her gaze.
Watching her teal eyes light up was like witnessing flames defy all logic, burning bright at the bottom of the sea amid a kingdom of coral.
Satisfaction of her voluntary compliance washed over me, making my cock throb in anticipation of what I might get from her. The submission of this goddess of desire before me was more than I could have dreamed.
Maybe there was some truth to this sash I had acquired from a hag peddling knockoffs just outside of Delphi, Greece. Each year, I visited the ancient home of oracles. Sometimes just to piss on the sacred ground, other times to embrace whatever visions the Fates chose to show me.
During last year’s trip, I had been greeted by a local woman dragging a rickety wagon behind her.
Inside, she had various odds and ends, merchandise supposedly all bearing some sort of otherworldly significance.
It wasn’t all a ploy to con unsuspecting tourists.
There had been traces of residual power clinging to several items, Aphrodite’s sash included.
Now, seeing Charlee so willing to do as I asked? Worth all the money I had spent.
“What I want is to hear you call me theos, again. I want you to say it with a mouthful of my cock. Show me that you want to fix all the hearts you wronged, starting with mine. You want to deal in desire? Take mine.”
She hesitated just long enough to have me doubting the influence of the silk binding us together. Charlee’s gaze shifted, not to look away, but to drop to the way I strained against my pants.
There you go, Heartspite. Try to ruin me, come play my game with me.
Shuffling closer on her knees, her fingers hooked into the waist of my pants. It didn’t take much effort for her to reveal the obscene state of my cock. Prominent veins dark and raised, the broad tip leaking with my excitement, and the length of it prepared to breach depths left untouched.
Pausing before her lips could make contact, she looked up at me through her dark lashes. “This won’t fix you.”
That elicited an irritated huff out of me. “It’ll fucking fix something. If not? We’ll keep trying until it does.” My words carried hints of a dark promise, one that I wouldn’t dare break anytime soon.
No longer giving her the privilege of my patience, my unbound hand fisted in her hair. The strands got tangled between my fingers, another type of binding linking us together.
The gasp that escaped her was music to my ears. I used the advantage to urge her forward, the head of my dick painting her lips with clear precum, leaving it to her to either accept me or let me continue to paint her face.
Charlee’s nails dug into the side of my ass, but the sting was soon forgotten when those pretty little lips of hers parted for me.
She didn’t immediately take my cock into her mouth.
Instead, she licked with deliberate slowness.
The velvet of her tongue stroked along my slit, sending an unanticipated shiver down my spine.
The sensation had my dick twitching like I’d never been sucked off before.
Biting back a groan, I let her set the pace for now, never releasing my hold on her fuchsia-kissed locks of hair.
Another lap at my precum slicked the crown of my cock. Every muscle in my body tensed at the sinful teasing. Those eyes of hers dared me to react, to show I could feel something beyond just the physical.
I wouldn’t—couldn’t.
Not with her, not with anybody.
Her hand trailed over my hip before those delicate fingers curled around the base of my cock. My Heartspite’s grasp was firm without strangling. The heat of her skin mirrored mine, both of us seeming to burn in unison.
“Ever been kissed by Cupid?” she asked in a husky murmur.
The question threw me, but not as much as when her lips stretched around my girth. Logical responses were suspiciously absent at the sensation.
Fuck. Her mouth felt like home. There wasn’t a good way to describe it, only that she sealed around me in a way that even fantasies couldn’t emulate. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew me in deeper. The drag of her tongue along each bulging vein had my flesh trembling in overwhelming pleasure.
My inhale sharply hitched, and the following exhale carried a ghost of a growl with it. If this were just Cupid’s kiss, I’d be well on my way to blowing my load all over her face in record time.
Determined to fight the Underworld if I had to in order to maintain control, I tugged on her hair in warning. She stopped but didn’t pull back. Peering down at her, seeing half my cock buried in her mouth made me both wish I were a blind man and also extremely fortunate that I wasn’t.
“Say it,” I commanded. The words carried the edge of a well-used broadsword after battle, no less deadly and still capable of hitting the intended mark.
The pause between us hung heavy.
I could feel the way her mouth worked around my dick, tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of me as she considered my demand.
Then, in something too pleasurable to be called anything other than euphoric, the vibration of her muffled voice around my cock could be felt straight through to my core at the base of my spine.
The incoherence of it didn’t matter; the two syllables of the honorific I yearned to have her call me were recognizable.
My hips jerked forward, pushing another inch of my throbbing length into her as I groaned in explicit approval.
“Fuck, that’s right, Heartspite. Theos. The only one that matters to you while you’re in this cage.”
Untangling my fingers from her hand, I grasped the back of her skull and held her in position. I’d show her just why I was her god.
Without any trace of gentleness, I thrust forward, sheathing myself deep into her mouth. The swollen head of my cock pushed back into her throat. The tight space convulsed around me as her gag reflex protested at the intrusion.
Pulling back until the tip of me teased the inside of her lips, it allowed a minuscule window for her to seek oxygen. Acting on primal instinct to claim her mouth, I shoved myself into her mouth again. The pace became wrapped in rough handling and heated desire seeking satisfaction.
Her free hand fell from my cock to steady herself by clutching my thigh. Watching as she took me so well it made me wish I could experience this moment for the rest of eternity.
Charlee’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistened with tears that leaked like condensation from a cold glass on a sweltering summer day, and her lips were slick with her saliva mixed with my leaking arousal.
The sounds she made alternated between whimpers at the unforgiving pace and gasps for air when I allowed it.
All of it—all of her—was addictive.
The rhythm of my hips moved as smoothly as a well-oiled machine, fucking her beautiful face with control and precision born of a lifetime of getting what I wanted from who I wanted.
Our bound hands had become intertwined, a silent reliance on one another despite the carnal exchange between us. My dominance over the goddess who represented everything that pained me, and her submission to the weight of her failures.
Each ragged breath I took became yet another sign of my faltering control.
Watching her take my cock, every stroke, left my pleasure squeezed tightly inside me.
Clinging to the last fragments of what felt like my sanity, my hips grew erratic in their movements.
The innate desire to draw out as much pleasure as possible left me desperate with the limited time I had left before unraveling.
Every subtle movement she made registered in my elevated awareness. The way the tip of her nose prodded my pelvis or the whisper of her lingerie as her body shifted under the momentum of my relentless fucking of her face.
My balls drew up tightly, forcing me to speak past the strangled groan in my throat. “Swallow me down. Taste your failure and your broken pride, Heartspite.”
It was the only warning I gave her before ramming my cock deep into her throat, as my body locked up under the violent release.
Hot spurts of my cum coated the back of her throat.
At first, it flooded where I was buried deepest before harsh swallows squeezed me tighter.
Her mouth milked my dick like a greedy little thing, prompting it to twitch with the effort.
At some point after the euphoric fog settled over me, Aphrodite’s sash loosened. The fabric slipped away from us both, fluttering to the floor. Both my hands fell away from Charlee. One cradled my balls out of relaxation, while the other fell to my side.
My head tilted back, my eyelids automatically closed as I basked in the high of my release. I was vaguely aware of the cool air washing over the slick skin of my spent cock, too unbothered to prevent my Heartspite from withdrawing her mouth. It had earned the reprieve.
Eventually, curiosity tugged at me to see if she truly understood now the damage of her meddling in affairs of the heart.
Opening my eyes, I tugged up my pants, tying the string securely this time. The sight of Charlee still on her knees before me, swollen lips, and wiping her chin of saliva nearly had me considering indulging all over again.
That was until I heard it.
Pliiing-plang-pl-pl-plung.
Were the Fates fucking kidding me? Fucking doorbell.