Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Kris
Planting her feet into the soft rug and raising her thighs, Kris wanted to cry at how good Kronos felt between them.
While she’d performed fellatio a few times on the men she’d bedded, she’d waited for a man who wanted to go down on her, and finally, the one who’d made that happen was the most impressive specimen of all.
She gripped her fingers above her head, feeling the heat of the fire against her bare skin and resisting the urge to reach for him.
By God, though, the feel of him tonguing her pussy was divine.
He lapped at her as if she were a delicacy about to leave the menu, and she loved his urgency.
Arching her back, she willed him on, knowing that after her recent pleasure, it wouldn’t take much to topple her back into ecstasy and, oh, how she wanted that.
Until Kronos, the most climaxes she had achieved had been single orgasms won by her hard-working vibrator. With him, though, she’d already benefitted from two, and if she was lucky, a third might be on its way.
Lifting her head, she watched him at work, acknowledging that there had never been a sexier sight. Kronos’ gorgeous head of hair, his rippling shoulders and back muscles, and his possessive intent; every fiber of him was focused on one thing and one alone—her heightening arousal.
She gasped as her head fell back to the rug, wondering how she could have been so fortunate.
Deep down, she recognized the man was still her captor, but in the heat of that moment, his malevolence was irrelevant.
He wanted to please her, and even though she had no idea why he’d chosen to do so after she’d cheekily used his name, she didn’t dare query the result.
She yearned for that high every inch as much as he appeared to want to offer it.
Her hips rocked to their own cadence, meeting the sweet, warm friction of his tongue before falling lower to brush her ass against the mat. Lost to that exquisite rhythm, she didn’t notice his hand snaking along her body until his fingers grasped her left breast.
She moaned when his digits pinched her bud, knowing the additional impetus was precisely what was required to push her over the precipice.
Imagining her arms were bound the way they’d been when she’d first woken up, she thrust her hips faster.
Kris didn’t know why the idea of being his prisoner was suddenly so hot.
She hadn’t welcomed it when he’d insisted on spanking her or watching her use the facilities, but in the midst of his devotion, a part of her wished those binds would reappear.
She longed for him to hold her down and make her submit, just as he was pushing her higher and forcing her to freefall.
“Fuck.” Succumbing to the competing sensations, she mouthed the word, aware that he wouldn’t appreciate her vulgarity, yet she was completely unable to hold her tongue.
Her body spasmed as the first jolts of her orgasm rushed her senses, her toes curling and her head rolling back as she battled the intensity.
“Mine,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the fire’s crackling chorus. “You’re mine, little one, and don’t you forget it.”
Forget it? She fought to catch her breath. Whatever happened, there was no way she was ever going to forget pleasure like that.
“I won’t, Master.” She forced the words out somehow, though a large part of her was still hovering somewhere below the ceiling, dancing in the waves of her desire.
“Hmmm.”
He lapped at her sensitive clit again, the contact making her jump, but before she could respond, his mouth had clamped over the bud, sucking on it as though it held the elixir of immortality.
“Oh my God!”
Jolting from her place on the rug, she pushed his hand away and tried to escape from the intensity of the feeling.
Having him worship between her legs was one thing, but dealing with such ferocity was more than she could deal with, especially immediately after her climax.
Her hands shifted to his hair, attempting to push him away, but fight as she might, the giant between her legs would not budge.
“Master, please!” she begged, her plea morphing into a groan as he lessened the pressure a fraction, his hazel eyes peering in her direction. “It’s too much.”
He released her aching nub, pressing a fleeting caress there before he climbed to his knees. Pinioned to the rug by the weight of his stare alone, she watched him rise over her like a dark god.
“Now you’re wet for me.” His fingers skimmed between her parted thighs, grazing over her labia, and there was no denying he was right. Kris was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.
“Yes, Master.” Unable to break the power of his gaze, she remained sprawled there as he smirked down at her.
“And what do you say for such pleasure?” One dark eyebrow arched, demanding her answer.
“Thank you, Master.” She offered the gratitude without hesitation. Whoever Kronos was, he’d gifted her one hell of an incredible somatic experience in that wood-paneled parlor. “I’m sorry I used your name. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Kronos nodded, one of his palms brushing along the inside of her right thigh as he went on. “I think you used my name on purpose,” he purred.
Her throat dried at his knowing tone. She knew there was no defense. She had used his name intentionally. She’d needed to name the god who’d just fucked her into a stupor.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she added, eyeing the enormous erection pushing past her leg.
“I told you you’d get what you deserve.” Pressing her legs gently back toward her chest, he smiled down over her.
“An orgasm, Master?”
She wasn’t complaining, but how did her receiving pleasure for her so-called ‘offense’ make sense? Wouldn’t he want to reprimand her rather than reward?
“You did have another orgasm, didn’t you?”
He leaned closer, the crown of his swollen dick brushing over her lips, and for one sublime moment, she thought he was going to slide his shaft deep into her soaking pussy and fuck her again.
She wanted that, needed to feel that connection between them again.
“Yes, Master.” Her hips rose, welcoming the intrusion. “I’m very thankful.”
“How thankful?” There was a dark gleam in his eyes, a look that reminded her of the Goliath who’d made sure she’d come to heel for her spanking.
“Really thankful,” she murmured.
She couldn’t say how, but the atmosphere in the parlor shifted, intensifying in a subtle way that spun her stomach into new knots.
Searching his face, she looked for another sign that something was wrong, but there was only that mischievous glint in his gaze.
His expression escalated her unease as he pressed his hard body over hers, trapping her legs between them.
“I’m glad,” he purred, sliding the length of his shaft over her swollen lips. “I like grateful companions.”
Companion? Was that what she was?
She thought he’d taken her as his captive, but she had to say, aside from his ceaseless and often ridiculous demands, she felt less and less like his prisoner.
He wouldn’t let her go, but he’d also insisted on feeding her delicious food and bringing her body to the most astonishing peaks of pleasure.
That didn’t feel much like a hostage situation.
“Master, I…”
She wanted to convey all the complicated ways she was feeling.
She didn’t approve of the way he was keeping her and another woman in his fortress.
She still didn’t understand how he’d achieved the things she’d witnessed, but deep down, she wasn’t sorry that they’d met, and even though she sought her freedom, she wasn’t sure she could give up the amazing orgasms.
“Shhh.” He drew his hips back, grazing his cock between her cheeks. She froze at the change, frowning as the shaft she’d so longed for pierced her rectum.
“But Master—”
He lifted one finger to silence her, the act stilling her lips as though he’d compelled the quiet, but the truth was, it was that darkening glimmer in his eyes that held her tongue.
His dick pushed deeper, stealing her breath and blossoming panic in her chest.
Oh, God.
“I had worried that you wouldn’t be lubricated enough to take me here, but after such a huge climax, I don’t think that will be a concern now.” Stabbing his erection another inch into her backside, his lips stretched wider.
“Oh my God!”
There was no choice but to articulate the words that time, the feeling of him inside her already more intense than any experience she could recall.
She couldn’t say there was pain—and he was right, she was easily wet enough to accommodate him, even for that uninvited imposition—but as he eased inside, the concentrated sensation was all-consuming.
“Hush about your God.” He leaned over her, his hair tumbling into her face. “I am your God now, little one.”
“Master!” She panted, barely able to catch her breath. “It’s too much.”
“Relax,” he insisted, easing his elbows down on either side of her face. “I’m not deep inside you.”
Not deep! Her eyes widened at the assertion. Apparently, depth was a relative concept, especially when she had Kronos’ huge shaft to contend with.
Her hands rose to his biceps, gripping his muscles as, little by little, he lunged deeper, his gaze never leaving her.
Reaching for his shoulder, she attempted to acclimate.
She’d never been so full before, and based on how tentatively he was slipping into her virgin hole, he’d barely given her any of the monster dick she knew he was harboring.
“Don’t fight me, little one.” His eyes softened, the gleam there suddenly imploring. “Just give in.”
He was right. Things were usually better for her when she relinquished, but being impaled by him was taking some getting used to, and her every instinct was to clench and push him out.
“Please!”
Still, she tried to appeal to him, even though it was already too late—he was inside her—and she could tell by the determination in his eyes that there was no way he’d relent.
More disconcerting, though, was the way she was adjusting to the intimate possession.
She couldn’t have said that she liked it, but she didn’t despise it either.
As though he’d read her deliberation in her gaze, he pushed harder, and she panted at the new intensity.
Again, there was no tangible discomfort, no pain, and no sense that he was genuinely damaging her, but his cock felt enormous, as though it was piercing her to the core.
Staring into his captivating eyes, it was hard to reconcile the way she felt.
Vulnerable, yes; she had no way to fight him off.
Exposed, definitely, but she had been ever since she’d woken up there.
But more than that, when his hips moved, and he grazed hot kisses at her chin, she realized she’d never been more powerless in her life.
Immobilized by a giant whose hard body was skimming her recently-satiated clit. Held down by a man so insanely hot she still couldn’t believe he’d chosen her…
“Kristina.” His head rose to capture her gaze. “You’re incredible.”
Allowing her eyes to flutter closed, she heaved in air, unsure what to say. She hadn’t asked to be fucked that way, but with each passing stroke, she had to admit, there was something darkly erotic about the deed. It was as though its perceived naughtiness alone had ratcheted her arousal.
“Look at me.”
There was a new urgency to his tone, a demand that insisted she do as he asked. Gazing up at him, a tiny whimper escaped her mouth as his cock plowed deeper.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
His voice was a snarl, but she could still hear the pressing edge to it, the superiority that told her how vital she had become to him.
She should have been terrified by that inference, or at least perturbed by his need to possess, but for some reason, as his stare burned into hers, there was only acceptance.
He knew who she was, yet he still craved her.
He’d seen her at her most defenseless, yet the more he discovered, the more he seemed to want her.
“You.”
She scarcely even recognized her guttural reply, but there was little doubt that she meant the word.
Even though there was a whole world out there for her beyond the walls of his parlor, a life with friends and a future, in that moment, she couldn’t refute his sentiment.
She’d never known anything like him, the dangerous glint in his gaze, or the way he so easily took control of her body and mind.
“I belong to you, Master.”
“That’s right.” He rested his temple on hers, his voice breaking as his crescendo neared. “You’re all mine, Kristina. Don’t fucking forget it.”