Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
EROS
Athena has been locked away in her room all day. I can’t even imagine how scared she is. I know she needs space, so I only sent her one text last night, not really expecting an answer. When she comes out of her room, I’ll try to talk to her again. Until then, I help make sure the party tonight goes off without a hitch. Perseus and Heph keep looking at me funny, but fuck them. I may not have chosen her over them, but that was when it came to pushing her out of the house and keeping Perseus’s money and home his. I did not sign on to kill her, or physically hurt her. The only physical pain I am willing to inflict is when she has a safe word, is lashed to my bed, and I can deliver the most exquisite pain with the most excruciating pleasure.
The guests arrive, and I am about to go get her when I see her at the top of the stairs. For the first time, I know what people mean when they say something takes their breath away. Her deep red dress has a narrow, plunging neckline that shows only a sliver of skin but is so tantalizing. It makes you think that if she moves in just the right way, you may just get a glimpse of her perfect breasts. The slit on the bottom is the same. It goes almost all the way to her hip, but only shows the tiniest hint of skin. That dress is made to torment me, and fuck is it working!
“Hello, gorgeous.” I slide up to her side and offer my arm to escort her down the stairs.
“Good evening.” Her tone is cold, but she takes my arm .
“I made sure everything was set up the way you like, and after those salmon puff things you had last time went so fast, I have the caterers staggering the trays so they last the whole night.”
“Why?” She turns to face me directly. Her face is perfectly calm, but I can feel the annoyance radiating off of her.
“Because some people like to eat at parties,” I answer, not knowing where the attitude is coming from. I thought she’d appreciate me picking up the slack for her.
“You know I’m not going to fuck you, right?” Her words come out in a hushed whisper, but the venom is still there. “If you want to keep helping out to get in my pants, you are welcome to, but it will never happen.”
I lean in to whisper in her ear, letting my hand slide from the small of her back to her ass. “Oh no sweetheart, you are mistaken. When we fuck, it won’t be because you ‘allow’ it. It will be because you are begging for my cock. And I will make you fucking beg for it.” I squeeze her ass and feel her breath hitch before I move my hand back to the small of her back before we make a scene. “You think all we have is dirty words on a phone. That all you are to me is something pretty to play with while I bide my time. Well, you are wrong. But I believe actions speak louder than words. After your little tantrum yesterday, I could have let this entire event fall apart. You miss one party, and Perseus gets his home and money. Did I let that happen? Did I allow one scare to derail your chances in this little game? No. I didn’t.” My words must be registering with her. Her hands on my shoulder are shaking, and the skin under her ear down to the collar of her dress is pebbled.
“I—”
“No,” I interrupt her. “You are going to be a good fucking girl, and you are going to play the part of hostess or else I’m going to spank that ass in front of every single guest in this room. Then you can find me later to apologize for accusing me of trying to kill you and assuming so much about me without getting to know me. Only then will I consider not taking my belt to your bare ass as you beg for mercy. Then you are going to remember that I am not the only one sending dirty texts, and you haven’t tried once to get to know me outside of my sex drive, either.” I let her go and turn her toward the party, giving her a little slap on the ass when she doesn’t immediately go and join everyone else.
She glances over her shoulder at me, a sliver of submission. beneath her hooded eyes. A woman like Athena isn’t used to a man standing up to her. I think she fucking liked it.
Following my order, she mingles and talks to almost everyone. Usually, she would be seen slinking off to somewhere to be alone. Tonight, she seems to be enjoying the party and getting to know her guests. Every time she gets too comfortable, I make a sly comment or pass her with my hand subtly grazing over her ass or pinching it. I’m having fun teasing her, and plan on doing it the rest of the night, when a skeevy-looking journalist manages to corner her. I don’t like the way he is standing too close. Too fucking close. When his hand touches her shoulder and she tries to shy away but he presses forward, I see red.
The only thing that saves this asshole’s life is how she brushes him off more firmly, and he doesn’t touch her again. I’m considering backing off until I hear his questions.
“I’m just confused Ms. Godwin. First, we are told you lost your mother when you were fifteen. Now we find she only died a few months ago? Which is it?”
I march to Athena’s side and stand between her and the reporter.
“This is not an angle you want to pursue,” I tell him.
“The public deserves to know?—”
“The public deserves a paper that reports newsworthy events, like corruption, crime, politics. Not the private family matters of those who have refrained from the public eye.” I herd him toward the door.
“You don’t think a woman faking her death is news?” he scoffs.
“There are three senators and a mayor here. If you want to harass someone, either pick someone who chose the public life or leave.”
The threat in my voice is clear, and judging by how pale this man is becoming by the second, he has heard it. Without another word, he turns and scurries away, which is when I notice it is far quieter than it should be, and everyone is watching me.
“Fucking reporters, am I right?” I say, laughing it off. Several of the others also laugh, and the chatter starts again. Not wanting to make more of a scene, I leave the party and find a place I can go destress for a moment.
It takes less than fifteen minutes for Athena to find me leaning against the railing of one of the balconies, smoking a joint.
“Thank you,” she says, standing in front of me. Her words sound sincere, but I am still considering punishing her ass for thinking the worst of me.
“If you really want to thank me, you should be on your knees with my cock in your mouth showing me exactly how thank—” My words are cut off by her hand slamming into my chest hard enough to nearly throw me off the edge of the balcony.
I instantly have my hand around her throat and her body pressed against the brick wall.
“That is no way to treat a man who saved your ass twice.”
“It’s exactly how I should treat a man who ruins every nice thing he does by acting like my body is made to be used by him,” she growls in my face. There is that fire that I adore.
“Your body was made for me to use, toy with, please and worship. You just keep assuming that’s the only thing I want from you.”
“It is the only thing men like you want from me,” she fires back.
“For someone so smart, you are really fucking dumb, you know that?”
“Fuck you. Let me go.”
“Is that what you want, baby girl?”
I lean into her, one hand still holding her by the throat, not hard enough that she can’t breathe, but enough she can feel how much power I have in the situation. My other hand I run down the thin slit between her breasts when I find she isn’t wearing a bra. I grin as I slip my entire hand in to cup her breasts. I pinch her nipple between two of my knuckles while I squeeze her breasts and revel in the low groan that escapes her lips.
“What was that?” I taunt. “You’re going to be a good girl and let me eat this pussy on this balcony where anyone can find us? Then once I make you come on my tongue, you’re going to get on your knees and show me how thankful you are for me saving you. Then you are going to let me protect you.”
I expect her to press into my hand and tell me yes. Instead, she laughs. She fucking laughs at me, then takes my hand and bends my finger back, forcing me to let her go.
“I do like the idea of you on your knees telling me how sorry you are for causing a scene downstairs. I might even let you taste me if you beg. But I don’t think you deserve to make me come. You haven’t earned the privilege.”
Fuck, her fire makes my cock rock hard. I want that. I want to make her come. I want to fight her for dominance. To have a woman under me who is strong enough to fight her urge to submit.
“Baby girl, you don’t know what kind of man you are playing with.” I grab both her wrists and pin them behind her back. “But if you want to find out, I can take you to my room right now.”
She laughs again, and it is infuriatingly sexy.
“I will make you mine and ruin you,” I promise.
“That’s what I am afraid of. That I will spend one night in your bed, and I’ll be so disappointed that it will just ruin sex for me forever.”
“We both know that isn’t what’s going to happen. I have made you come almost every night since you got here with just my words on a screen. Imagine what I can do when I have you under me, begging.”
“I think you are confused about who will be doing the begging.”
I let her hands go and lace my fingers in her hair, pull it back tight, just a little rough like I know she will love.
“I bet if I reach under that dress right now, I will find your pussy dripping wet for me. Wouldn’t I? I bet your body is already begging for my cock, and you are just too stubborn to give in to it.”
She brings her hand around again, and I am braced for another slap when instead she palms my cock and starts rubbing it.
“Looks like it’s not my body begging for release,” she teases. “Aww baby, is this from feeling up one breast?”
“No, it’s from that smart mouth and the way you fight me. I will make you give in to me,” I say, trying to keep my focus as her hand strokes up and down my cock.
“What if I want to give in just a little?” Her hands keep moving, and I will do anything for her. Anything.
“Name it,” I say.
“Let me feel your tongue,” she whispers.
And in a flash, I am on my knees moving her dress aside, so very thankful for that long slit. I don’t have the patience to tease her right now. I will save that for when I have her in my bed and I can take my time. With her panties yanked to the side, I put my mouth on her perfectly bare pussy. Licking and sucking at her clit then sliding my tongue inside her.
I can feel her shaking and the soft moans and whines she can’t hold in. I work her up hard and fast, knowing she needs this as much as I do. I wasn’t planning on fucking her on a patio with a few hundred people in the house, but if this is what my girl wants, this is what she will get. I’m tonguing her clit again, and her thighs are shaking. She is going to come soon, and I need it.
“Stop,” she gasps.
I keep going .
“I want to come on your cock. Please stop.”
Those are the magic words. I’m back on my feet in a second, and she pulls my face down to hers, tasting her wetness on my lips. Her hands scramble to get my cock out, then slide up and down my shaft. I don’t think I have ever been this hard.
She strokes me a few more times, and I growl, “Please baby, let me fuck you. Let me make you come on my cock. I’ll make it so fucking good for you.”
“Nah.” She pushes me back and straightens her dress. “But I do like hearing you beg for me.” She winks at me before sauntering back into the house, heading for the party, leaving me with painful blue balls and my jaw on the ground.