Chapter 9 #2
“Do you know how difficult it has been for me all these days?” Demeter pulled on the tails of Erato’s shirt and slid her hands under it, as her voice continued to mesmerise, to entice, to bewitch.
“Do you know? Seeing all this skin, day after day, and not having any memories of touching it? Or tasting it?”
Erato nodded, then realized she should be shaking her head and then simply lost herself in the intensity in Demeter’s eyes.
Eyes that smiled at her gaucheness. Eyes that held her captive and yet, eyes that were filled with nothing but, dare she say, affection?
Sure not. This was just sex. Lust. And lust was something safe, something Erato knew, something she had been good at all her life.
After all, everyone said so. Everyone used her for it and she found it her safe space.
Affection wasn’t something she felt safe in.
Affection was not something that was for Erato.
Oblivious of Erato’s dilemma, Demeter kept kissing, kept caressing, and kept speaking.
“What do you say, darling? How about I do the touching tonight?”
Erato blinked, her doubts giving place to curiosity.
“You are touching?” She phrased it as a question, because the hands on her abdomen were decidedly there and decidedly touching and so Demeter’s question was strange.
“That isn’t what I envisioned when I said I would like to be the one doing all the touching, darling.”
Okay, the darling together with the wandering fingertip edging closer and closer to her breasts wasn’t helping Erato’s mind grasp the full scope of the question. Until Demeter took a step back, then another, and then reached into her open suitcase and produced a pair of silk scarves.
Yeah, Erato clearly did not grasp the gravity of the situation. She was instantly wet. Instantly on fire and possibly dying. Her heart had surely stopped.
“Yes!”
She was aware she was shouting. She was also aware she was dropping her pants, cursing their tightness and throwing herself on the bed all in the span of the next few seconds.
Demeter watched her with amusement and again, something that Erato did not necessarily recognize since it had never been directed at her, but it looked too painfully close to affection.
Demeter’s hands on her wrist and the feeling of silk securing her to the headboard took care of her thoughts and in no time, all coherent thinking was forgotten.
All she had left was the sensation of Demeter’s skin on hers as the binds were tightened. Of Demeter’s hair trailing down her body, of Demeter’s voice murmuring how beautiful she was, how hot.
“So hot, you have gotten me in a state, Erato. A state of wanting to take all my clothes off. And wanting you to watch. You have such expressive eyes, I can feel you watching me, you know…”
“You do?”
Erato asked rather idiotically, since she was doing just that at that very moment.
Watching Demeter step away from the bed and slowly undo the ties that held her gown, one then the other and finally allowing the dress to fall to her feet, standing in front of Erato in nothing except the cloud of her perfume.
“I had a feeling tonight would go this way. My way…” Demeter kept their gazes locked and reached down her chest, squeezing her own nipples, Erato moaned, unable to hold back her reaction. Titans, she would not survive this night.
“You will survive, darling. You will survive this and more. And yes, I can feel you watching me. What is it that you think about when you do? Do you imagine touching me like this?”
Demeter flicked her one nipple and Erato had to bring her thighs together, desperate for friction, for anything, because this show was going to be her undoing.
“Do you remember how you tasted me? Did you like it?”
Demeter slowly allowed a hand to drift down and disappear between her thighs, only to emerge wet. Erato’s vision grayed at the corners. No way…
Except way, because Demeter was sitting on the bed once again and bringing that very hand to Erato’s mouth.
“Yes, lick me.” Erato did not have to be told twice, sucking two fingers into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around them, remembering every single note of taste.
She didn’t think she’d ever forget. She had been addicted since their night in Vegas.
Demeter’s eyes grew hooded and darker at Erato’s slow sucking on her fingertips and so she removed them, bit her lip and then very purposefully drew the now wet fingers down Erato’s neck, collarbone and then without preamble pinched her nipple.
Hard. Erato actually screamed. Goddess, please, oh please…
“I will, Muse, I will please. Patience…”
Patience? The word was not in Erato’s dictionary.
Not when Demeter’s mouth replaced her fingertips and Erato realized she was slowly licking her own taste off Erato’s hard nipple, not when Demeter moved lower, kissing and licking every inch of Erato’s body as she went.
Not when that mouth, that was already driving her insane, finally reached its destination and fingers gently spread her open, finding her wet and desperately wanting.
“You are so ready for me. So wet and ready for me, darling. Is this what I do to you?”
Erato was far too gone for words. She nodded and thankfully Demeter took pity on her, licking the very tip of her clit, once, twice, before suddenly sucking it in her mouth and Erato simply lost all reason then.
She was taken apart piece by piece, slow and gentle and then fast and purposeful and with each new orgasm—and she had lost count after the third one and might’ve blacked out after the fourth—a simple truth had become very clear in Erato’s febrile mind.
This was the one.
Minutes, hours, days or years later, Demeter lifted her face from between Erato’s thighs and looked at her handiwork.
Or mouthwork? Either way, she smirked, clearly satisfied with the results and before Erato could quip or say something undoubtedly foolish, the Goddess stood and moved up Erato’s still tied up body and simply lowered herself on the mouth that had become hoarse from so much screaming pleasure.
“I think I might’ve had my fill for tonight, darling. And I think it’s your turn. Make me come, lover. I want to come for you.”
The last thought Erato had before diving in was that she had been right. She might not survive this night. And if her body did, her heart stood no chance.