Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Kronos
Kronos held her body as the tension inside her finally erupted. Using her as his footrest had more than served his purpose. It had chastened her effectively while giving him time to think about the strength of their connection.
Bending her to his will that way, though, had uncovered another, more pleasing outcome.
She’d responded positively to her spanking, but that was nothing compared to how aroused he’d found her when he’d joined her on the rug.
Something about her objectification and the rhythm of his crop had really done something for her.
It had left Kristina a wet, panting mess.
“Master!” Her face lowered to the rug, her quivering arms finally giving way.
“It’s okay.” Brushing a kiss onto her nape, he allowed her to relax.
She’d worked hard, tolerating the weight of his feet, and she deserved the pleasure he’d given her as a reward, but feeling her splinter around him was the final straw. There was no way he could hold on any longer.
Kronos needed to come.
Nudging her thighs wider, he kneeled between her outstretched knees, his cock straining at her flesh. He ran a hand over her hot skin, reveling in the feel of her. He’d had the pleasure of many beautiful women in the past, but none had enthralled him the way Kristina had.
Blowing out a satisfied sigh, she twisted around to meet his eyes. “Master?”
Her voice was weak, but the devils dancing in her eyes told him what he needed to know. She wanted him, just as he yearned for her.
Holding her gaze, he inched closer, grazing his throbbing organ across her inner thigh until it pushed at her labia. Her mouth parted at the contact, a throaty whimper escaping her mouth as she spoke.
“Yes, please.”
Lips twitching at her audacity, he eased inside her, preferring to take his time while he possessed her.
She groaned louder at the sensation, her face falling to the rug, and sheathing her with his torso, he quite agreed.
If there was something better than that connection under the heavens, then all his long years were yet to present him with the alternative.
Planting his palms at either side of her face, he kissed the silky tresses at the back of her head. “I missed you.”
He paused for a split second, hardly recognizing who he’d become.
He missed her? Was that what he’d just said?
Kronos didn’t miss people. He didn’t yearn, and need, and give in to feelings, yet only one day with her had seen him admit to all of those things. If only to himself.
Burying himself inside her, he enveloped her with his body and relished the feel of her contracting around his erection.
He didn’t know how his little one had stirred so many emotions or how he would deal with them, but in that moment, those things didn’t matter.
There was him and there was her, and aside from the soft rug beneath their knees and the warmth of the blaze, nothing else was important.
“Master.”
She reached for him with one hand but relented almost immediately. Her stint as his footrest appeared to have drained her remaining energy, and even with two elbows, she was having trouble staying upright.
“I’ve got you.” He lifted one hand to her chest, supporting her weight as, slowly, he drew them both to a kneeling position. “Here.”
Grabbing her left hand, he encouraged it behind her head, kissing her fingertips before they grasped for his hair.
He’d never permitted any of the others to hold him while he fucked them, but she wasn’t like any of the others.
He hadn’t needed months of training her to ascertain that.
One solitary day had been enough for the sassy blonde to have torn through his conventions.
Sliding his dick in and out of her wet warmth, he held her close to his body. He was going to fuck her until he spilled his seed in her hot cunt, and he needed to be near her, to smell her hair and taste the sweat on her skin.
He didn’t want to just dominate. Control wasn’t enough. Edging himself closer to his peak again, he realized he needed to know her.
Who was she really?
Who was the science-studying, pizza-loving woman who’d been quick to insult in that first message, and just as fast to apologize? It wasn’t enough to master her. He had to know the woman inside.
“Fuck, Kristina.”
Clawing at her breasts, he inched her backward and plowed into her pussy over and over. She called out at the intensity, her fingers stiffening in his hair and, lost to the frenzied passion, her head lolled back against his collarbone.
An indistinct growl escaped his throat as his climax ripped through him, his arms tightening around her as if she were his only blessed oasis in the encompassing desert.
Closing his eyes, he leaned on her crown as that image cemented.
All those years, he’d endured, sometimes riding high and sometimes digging himself out of the dirt, and in all that time, he’d never known anyone who could bring such solace.
Even the woman who was once worshipped as his wife and had borne him many children faded into insignificance by comparison.
Breathing in the scent of Kristina’s hair, that realization washed over him. Whatever intimacy was blooming between them, it was intense and tangible, and he wanted more of it.
So much fucking more.
“Kronos.” Her head rolled in his direction. “I know you don’t want me to call you that, but…” She sighed. “Can I please say the name of the man who just fucked me?”
He chuckled at her impertinence, amazed at her temerity, yet simultaneously impressed by such an honest request.
“I should punish you for your impudence.” His hand shifted to her fabulous breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm before his fingers shifted to pinch her nipple.
She gasped at the hurt, bucking against his cock and groaning at the sensation. “Then punish me, Master.” Her lids were hooded as she mewled. “I still want to use your name.”
His hand rose to the side of her face, steadying her as her eyes flickered open. “Say it one more time and see what it earns you.”
She blinked at his threat, squeezing her intoxicating cunt around his shaft as though she recognized the significance of the moment.
“Kro-nos.” She held his gaze, protracting his name into two breathy syllables before collapsing into laughter. “It’s quite a name, Master. You sound very important.”
“Oh, I am important, little one.” Leaning closer, his lips grazed over her mouth. “If I haven’t made that clear by now, I swear to you, I will.”
He adored the way she was always willing to push his boundaries.
Calling him ‘master’ wasn’t technically one of his rules, but he’d made the point clear enough to her when she’d woken, and she knew well enough what his expectations were.
She’d chosen to use his name on purpose.
Perhaps to taunt him and see how far she could go without repercussion.
Or maybe only because she wanted to try the word for size.
Either way, an idea for how to curtail her rebellion bloomed in his mind.
“Master?”
The concern in her voice suggested she realized she might have crossed a line, but the way he eased her fingers from his hair and kissed her knuckles no doubt went some way to assuage her.
He would ensure she knew the consequence of her effort, but equally, he’d make sure she enjoyed the choice too.
Her expression was dazed as he drew away, untangling himself from her warmth and helping her back onto all fours.
“Onto your back now,” he ordered, smacking her tempting ass cheek as she scrambled to obey.
She stretched out on the rug in front of him, her hair fanning out behind her as though she was some sort of winged messenger from the skies. Except Kronos had met those divine intermediaries, and none of them held a candle to the mortal splayed before him.
“Move toward the fire.” He motioned to the flames as if she wouldn’t know where he meant. “I wouldn’t want you getting cold while I feast.”
Her brow rose at that, but she inched into position without complaint. Probably, he presumed, because she suddenly had an inclination about his intentions. Or so she thought.
Suppressing the smirk that threatened to rise at his plan, he climbed between her legs, wrapping his forearms around her thighs and drawing her alluring pussy in his direction.
He glanced up past her magnificent breasts to her face. Propped up on her elbows, she caught her lip between her white teeth. “I realize I’ve never tasted your sweet pussy, little one. It’s time to rectify that situation.”
“Yes, Master.” Her head fell backward as though she needed to catch her breath.
“Lie back,” he warned her. “I’m not going to be gentle.”
Her head had just rested on the rug when he dove between her legs, his tongue lapping at her pink flesh.
It wasn’t usually his style to deliver oral sex, particularly so early into a new dynamic, but he had a good reason for his sudden show of generosity.
Devouring her cunt wouldn’t only ready his cock for another round of play, but bringing her to another orgasm would inadvertently provide them with all the lubrication they’d need for what he had in mind next.
“Oh, Master.” She reacted immediately, her hips rising to meet his mouth. “Please, yes!”
Lifting her hips from the rug, his tongue circled her clitoris, and his balls clenched at her delicious flavor and urgent whimpers.
“Oh, God.” Her hand fell to his head again, her fingers nestling in his tresses.
“Not this time,” he said, reaching for her hand and lowering it to the rug at her side. “Hands over your head, Kristina.”
He could have restrained them with his magic, but there was something so gratifying about watching her comply with his request, and obey she did, shifting her hands at once.
“You’re mine,” he reminded her, settling back into place. “No touching unless I say so.”
She groaned, her hips rising in a wordless plea for more of his attention.
“Settle down, little one,” he chastised, smacking her left cheek with his palm. “You’re going to get absolutely everything you deserve.”