Chapter Five
The sound of the sensual music hummed in my ears as my eyes watched Athena crawling naked toward me.
Her dark brown hair twisted in a braid, dragging on the floor around her hands.
I’d done everything I could the last three months to get Bethany off my mind, but it was nearly impossible.
My tastes in the bedroom had grown darker in spite of it.
As she made her way to me, the grip of the chain I held in my hand tightened as I itched to wrap it around her neck.
The feel of her hair around my toes sent a tingle of excitement through me.
I stood above her looking down as she waited for her command.
She knew not to speak unless she was spoken to or move unless I commanded it to be so.
“Kneel,” I commanded as I walked behind her.
My erection sprang up toward her round face.
Watching her eyes light up in excitement did nothing to me.
Athena was the opposite of Bethany which was deliberate.
Dark hair, curvy hips, and dark eyes – whatever it took for me to forget my Barbie bombshell.
However, despite my attempts of putting my dick into various women, the only way I could finish was the memory of Bethany.
It didn’t even need to be sexual. The thought of her hair blowing in the wind, or the heartwarming look she would give me, or even picturing her long legs would send me over the edge. I missed her.
I curled the chains around her neck and squeezed a bit until her breath was shallower than the orgasm that escaped her mouth just moments ago. Athena had been my escape the last three months, and she had allowed me to use her body any way I pleased.
Bending down, I got close to her ear as I lightly tugged on the chain and whispered in her ear, “You want more you filthy whore?” Lowering my mouth further down and biting down on her cheek, watching her body react so tenderly.
She tilted her head back so that we locked eyes. Her throat muscles slightly moved as she swallowed and her stare held a deep hunger to be ravished.
A smirk crossed her face. “Make this a birthday I won’t forget.”
My heart tightened and just like that my dick went limp. Fuck. That wasn’t what I needed to hear today.
“It’s your fuckin’ birthday?” I spat out.
Athena nodded, “It is.”
Letting go of the chains, I stepped back and looked for my pants. “Get the fuck out.”
Stunned she looked at me, “Www… why? Have I upset you?”
Suddenly her Icelandic accent irritated me. “You should be spending your birthday with your husband.” I pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one up.
“He’s working. Why can’t you make my birthday wish come true?” She got to her feet and walked toward me.
I put my hand out motioning for her to stop getting closer. “No,” I said as I puffed out smoke from my mouth. “Out of all the days in the year, you had to be born today.”
“Why are you being so cruel?” She replied, stunned by my comment.
Making my way out to my little balcony, the cold air hit my skin.
When I landed here, I thought the cold would bother me.
But the windy city of Chicago made the cold weather here in Iceland feel like a chilly breeze.
Maybe because my blood was boiled most of the time so my body was letting out heat and I barely felt the cold nipping at me.
After finishing my smoke, I went back inside and poured myself a drink.
Thankfully Athena left without much fuss.
Grabbing my phone off the counter, I made my weekly call. The conversation started as usual.
“Bless me Father for I have sinned.”
“There’s no sin too great for the Lord to forgive my child,” the familiar voice responded.
“The Lord is good.”
“All the time.”
I heaved a sigh of relief. It was our secret code that I used to enquire if my sister was alright.
Father Joel was an old friend of mine growing up.
He chose a morally just path compared to mine.
As a priest, he held his vow of secrecy.
From Father Joel’s response I felt a calmness knowing that Cassie was okay.
“I have prayed like you asked me to Father, yet nothing. Did the Lord speak to you about me?”
“He wants you to cast your burdens on Him because He cares for you always. No matter what it is that troubles you, you will find comfort under his wings. That’s what the Bible said.”
Another good news. Cassie was laying low due to the recent happenings.
That was what he meant by “finding comfort under his wings.” It was the best thing to do at least until the dust settled.
He was also letting me know that there might be a breach in communication and I might not get any messages from my sister for a while since she was transferring to another hiding spot.
“I’m having trouble praying Father. My faith is testing me.”
“Even though the devil is prowling around looking for whom to devour, you must hold fast to your faith. God always gives his children a second chance. After Nathan condemned David for stealing the most cherished lamb of a poor man, God still offered him a shot at redemption.”
The code for Bethany was “Lamb” and he was telling me that she was attempting to overcome personal struggles.
There was only so much Father Joel was able to get on Bethany.
The only reason he had intel on Bethany was from Nicoletta, her mother, who spoke to Father Joel on a weekly basis – almost using him like a therapist. I’d been able to keep tabs on the family so well because I knew every place they went and everyone they interacted with.
“I’ll pray harder Father.”
“The Lord blesses you.”
Tossing the phone back on the counter, I grabbed the drink I had poured for myself. Raising up a glass as though I had company, I cheered and saluted, “Happy Birthday Bethany.”
The feel of Brennivín coats my mouth and I swallow it without a flinch.
I wasn’t a fan of the liquor here but I wasn’t looking to be picky tonight.
Opting to lose the cup, I grabbed the bottle of clear spirit and walked back outside.
This time I grabbed a jacket. Sitting on the chair taking swigs of what the Icelandic natives here called the Black Death, I stared up at the sky.
A mix of cigarette smoke and my breath swirled in the air around me as I adored the Northern Lights, casting a green light across the dark night sky.
If my apartment wasn’t located in a more isolated area, I might not be able to see them with the cast of city lights, but out here where it was dark, you see them so clearly.
I sat in the dark in complete silence. The more I looked at those green lights the more I saw her in my mind.
It happened all the time. Bethany was everywhere I looked, and if it wasn’t something that reminded me of her then it was the yearning to want her beside me as I explored this land.
Iceland was a land of breathtaking contrasts, where fiery volcanoes rose next to glacial ice, and cascading waterfalls tumbled into serene lakes.
Its rugged landscapes, adorned with black sand beaches, moss-covered lava fields, and the ethereal dance of the Northern Lights, created a visual symphony that captivated the soul.
The beauty of Iceland was raw and majestic, a canvas painted by the forces of nature, evoking wonder and reverence with every vista.
Yet, even in the shadow of such grandeur, my love stood apart.
Bethany’s beauty was not defined by towering peaks or shimmering glaciers; it radiated from a deeper place.
It was in the warmth of her smile, the kindness in her gaze, and the laughter that filled the air when she was near.
While Iceland’s sights were breathtaking, they were a fleeting experience, a moment captured in time.
Iceland might boast of nature's magnificence, but my heart knew that true beauty lay in the connection, the shared moments, and the depth of emotion that my love embodied for Bethany .
Her beauty was not just seen but felt, a profound resonance that lingered long after the sights had faded from view.
So, while Iceland enchanted the eye, it was Bethany who captured the heart, reminding me that beauty could be both grand and intimate, and that my soul's true landscape was shaped by my love for her.
Shaking my head to try and get the vision of her out of my mind, I got to my feet and headed inside.
The apartment felt cold from the lack of personalization compared to my place back home in Chicago.
I didn’t have it in me, I just didn’t care.
Undressing myself as I headed into the shower, my skin tingled as images of a naked Bethany in my bed flashed in my mind.
By the time I was in the shower, my dick was as hard as a rock.
The hot water flowed down my back as I leaned on the wall with one hand while the other was placed on my shaft.
Closing my eyes, I envisioned those emerald eyes, blond hair, and perfect naked body tied up.
Those long legs spread open showcasing her pussy.
Stroking my shaft as water poured over me, I envisioned exactly what I would do to her.
So vivid in my mind, my heart began to beat faster and the head of my dick became increasingly sensitive.
Picturing her body twitching beneath me and her cries of pleasure, a tingling sensation through my body became more intense until the contractions inside my cock pushed my semen toward the head.
Right as I ejaculated, I heard Bethany’s orgasm ring through my ears as if it were actually happening causing me to let out a cry of my own.
My mind went blank as I rested my head on the wall in front of me, giving me a sense of relaxation and calmness before I came to my senses and opened my eyes to see I was alone in the shower with my limp dick in my hand and my cum all over the wall.
I laughed to myself thinking how different my life had become and whether it was worth it to continue living.
No job, no woman, no status. I was a nobody – something I thought would never happen again.
Getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and lay in bed staring at the ceiling as my mind rewinded to the men who saved my ass 3 months ago.
It bothered me I couldn’t figure out who they were and how they were able to execute their plan of taking me.
It dawned on me at the airport when I was walking to my gate that those men knew I’d be in that car and knew they were saving me.
How would they know that? Why would they know that?
And what did they want with me? Whatever those reasons were, I wasn’t going to be a pawn in someone’s game.
My goal was to stay alive and figure out how to reunite with my sister safely.
But even a puzzle like that wasn’t enough to distract my mind for long from Bethany.
I had gotten myself a burner phone of my own while here just as a precaution.
I grabbed it from the dresser beside me and stared at it.
I knew it was wrong and the likelihood of getting caught was high but fuck it.
Things couldn’t get worse than they were now.
Before being able to talk myself out of it, I already dialed the number and when I heard the sound of her voice, my body tingled.
“Hello.”
“Happy birthday sweetheart.”