Chapter Seven – AthenaFelix #2
Twice, I tried to have another dom/sub relationship. The first time after Warrior, I didn’t respect the guy. A fucking fail right there. And the next time?
Roman Mac? He was the enemy. I just couldn’t.
“Take your piss and get the fuck out, Athena.”
The growl startled me as much as the harsh words. As much as the words at all. My gaze flew to him. He smirked, not at all the good doctor.
“Did I give you permission to look at me?”
My breath caught, and I shook my head. “No,” I whispered.
“No, what?”
“Felix,” I said, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs that had nothing to do with my full bladder.
Deep down, I knew what he wanted me to say, but I wouldn’t so easily bow to him, even though the word was on the tip of my tongue.
“Try again,” he ordered, his hard, sexy command immediately weakening my resolve.
Electricity shot along my nerve endings. “Sir,” I croaked.
His eyes gleamed, and my belly tightened.
“Good girl,” he crooned.
Fuck me, but he was trouble. It was just my luck to be stuck with a handsome doctor who was my kind of freak.
“Don’t call me that,” I ordered, clinging to the authoritative persona I showed to the world.
He stalked to me, graceful, predatory, as dangerous as a lion in a jungle. “You don’t have to pretend, Athena. I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”
Even though he was freshly cleaned, alcohol wafted from him, and when I listened closely, I detected a slight slur in his words. His tipsiness explained his loose tongue and hot demeanor. A drunk tongue spoke sober thoughts, after all.
“Enjoying what, Felix ?” I managed, deliberately using his first name.
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying my dominance.” His big hand tangled through my hair, and I shivered. “Admit it, pet.”
He wasn’t right for me, even as a fling in a snowed-in cabin. He didn’t even think I had the fucking brain to know that salt was a mineral.
“Answer me!”
Instead of obeying, I clamped my jaw tighter.
He bent, towering over me despite my height. “Imagine yourself blindfolded, your feet and hands bound. Your body, your pleasure, at my mercy.”
The scent of alcohol grew stronger. His warm breath washed over my skin, his lips close to my ear. A mere tilt of my head and his mouth would touch me.
“I’d tap my cock against your pretty lips and slide against your tongue the moment you opened for me. I’d hammer your mouth, feed you my cock, and praise you for sucking me so good.”
I licked my lips and swayed into him.
“You aren’t supposed to talk to your patient like this,” I stated, even as my body sought out his warmth. “Doesn’t it violate your ethics?”
I wasn’t his official patient, so the medical oath didn’t really count.
“Don’t play coy,” he murmured, caressing my jaw and diving back into his dirty talk.
“When I came, I’d order you to swallow every drop of my jizz.
” You’d do it, wouldn’t you, pet? That’s what you like, don’t you?
You know, as a reward for being a good girl, I’d bury my tongue in your wet pussy and lick you until you squirted.
” He bit my earlobe, and I gasped. “You like your pussy eaten, don’t you? ”
I nodded.
“I always require a verbal answer. Do you understand me?”
I started to nod again, but then said, “yes.”
“I love the taste of hot pussy,” he said, “but if you disobey me, one of the consequences is me withholding those privileges. My deprivation displeases me, so your punishment will be extra memorable.” He lifted his head, stepped back, and smiled.
“Of course, you have nothing to worry about.” He swept me with a cool look.
“You aren’t my type.” He indicated the toilet with a wave of his hand.
“Bathroom’s yours, pet,” he said, and sauntered away.
I’d lost my mind. Or, maybe, sleep deficiency, sexual deprivation, and a lot of alcohol led me to that fucked up confrontation in the bathroom. But five minutes after I left Athena and went to the bedroom to stoke the fire for her, I still couldn’t believe myself.
First of all, as she pointed out, she was technically my patient.
I knew damn well better than to cross that line.
Once before, I’d almost been ruined. Then, I’d been a first-year resident, looking at the world through my wife’s poverty-stricken beginnings and hellbent on making a difference for her, our daughter, and anyone else who needed my help.
I’d wanted my money, my soap opera-like family, to mean more than luxury and excess.
But Iris betrayed me, our wedding vows, and our intimate moments. She used my genuine curiosity at her suggestion that we spice up our sex life against me. Her insistence that I issued orders like an entitled king seemed as if she gave praise where it was due. I was green, though.
So fucking green. The rope left burn marks, and my rough handling bruised her. I didn’t know how to properly care for her after we finished our role-playing. Iris swore it was fine. She swore we’d learn together.
She fucking promised that we’d one day look at our sex tape with amusement at how inexperienced we’d been.
Fucking lying, deceiving bitch.
For two days, I believed all would be well. Until Mom, Dad, and Brandon summoned me to the estate and told me Iris would file charges against me. The only way she wouldn’t was if I handed over millions and signed divorce papers I knew nothing about. Otherwise, she’d also release the tape.
Mom prayed over me. I swore she went on a hunger strike. She told me she’d just fasted for a month to cleanse my soul. Dad said I told you so , which I hated more than the prayers. And Mr. Assistant DA Brandon just shook his head as if he wasn’t a flaming fuckhead with his own sordid shit to hide.
Iris left with my daughter, my son that she was due to deliver in four months, thirty million dollars, all attorney fees paid, a household staff I paid for to this day because our son had four fucking years before he turned eighteen, a new SUV every three years, and a lover she’d been fucking since we were in high school.
All because she saw me as a na?ve cash cow. All because she’d been awarded a scholarship to my exclusive high school and zeroed in on the richest freak there.
“Thanks for adding logs to the fireplace.”
I glanced over my shoulder and found Athena standing just inside the door. I glowered at her. She looked nothing like Iris, a six-foot blonde with huge tits, a small waist, and slim hips.
A little over an hour ago, I’d awakened from an uncomfortable sleep and checked her vital signs. She hadn’t even stirred.
Fine by me. I could go the rest of my life without crossing swords with her again, so I went to the kitchen and downed three glasses of bourbon, then headed to the bathroom to try and sober up.
Luckily, the pipes were buried far enough underground to protect them.
Besides, I always knew to let the water drip a little.
I’d lit the fireplace in the bathroom, removed my clothes, and placed a towel around my neck.
And thought of Athena, naked on my bed, trembling underneath me, without her gunshot wounds, but very much a tattooed criminal.
Did that matter to my cock? Not in the least. Before I could remind myself that I’d never touch her, she’d walked in. My shirt was loose and long on her, and the lamp light outlined her body. I hadn’t even seen—or remembered—her bandages.
I’d just seen her, and her golden-brown eyes so soft and inviting, her dark hair framing her lovely face in a stunning contrast to her creamy skin.
“Get in bed,” I ordered her, hoping she would stop staring at my mouth.
She backed against the wall and pointed toward the hallway. “Get out.”
“No.” She couldn’t dictate where I could and couldn’t go. Unless I made a pallet in the bathroom, this was the warmest room in the cabin. “I’m sleeping next to you tonight.”
“The hell you are!”
I nodded toward the door. “You’re welcome to find other arrangements, pet.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I most definitely would. The cabin is cold. Either we sleep next to each other and share body heat and the warmth of the fireplace, or you sleep in the living room on the sofa.”
Her look wished death upon me, but I merely lifted my brow.
“Fucking asshole,” she huffed, limping to the bed and getting in.
I took it as surrender. Triumphant, I made my way to the other side of the bed, tossing the covers aside and plopping down.
The mattress felt like heaven on my back, and the thick, weighted blanket warmed me.
It wasn’t long before I began to drift off to sleep.
I slept spread-eagled in the middle of the bed, and while my conscious brain was mindful of the space I took up, my subconscious was not.
As I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, my body began positioning itself in its most natural position, infringing on Athena’s space.
“Stay on your side,” she complained, kicking my knee with her uninjured leg and jolting me from my half-sleep.
“Behave,” I barked, annoyance rushing through me at the blow, even as I felt a tinge of desire at her fire. Breaking in the brats was always the most fun. “I own the whole bed, so I’ll take up as much space as I want.”
“Well, you aren’t alone in it, so be fucking considerate.”
She crossed her arms over her perky breasts and turned her head, likely her attempt to ignore me.
Fine by me. I rolled onto my side, my back to her.
Minutes of silence passed, and sleep started to creep onto me once again.
Without even realizing it, the arm that had been draped along my side fell behind me, leaving my body twisted, and once again committing the crime of infringing on Athena’s space.
This time, instead of my knee, it was a literal kick to my ass that got me up.
“Get off the bed,” she demanded, frowning at me as I shot up. “You’re too annoying to sleep next to.”
“You’re the one assaulting me for no goddamn reason, woman!” I barked, glaring at her.
“I have a reason. You take up too much space.”
“You’re injured. You shouldn’t be using energy to be violent.”
“I always have energy to be violent.”
“Behave, Athena,” I warned. “I won’t tell you again.”
She rolled her eyes, not taking my words seriously. Huffing, I lay back down, my back again to her. The third and final straw wasn’t an attack, but 90% of my covers being stolen. The frigid air rushed over me, making me lose the last of my patience with the infuriating woman.
“That’s it,” I growled.
Turning around to face her, I reached over and pulled her against my chest, trying my best to be mindful of her injuries. She gasped and wiggled, but my grip kept her caged against me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded, trying in vain to escape.
“You should be thanking me, since you’re so cold that you need to steal all my goddamn covers.”
“This is against medical protocol!”
“We aren’t in a hospital, so it doesn’t apply. Now, be quiet and go to sleep.”
She squirmed for a minute or two longer. In response, I tightened my hold on her, relishing the feeling of her body against mine, noting how perfectly we fit together. My chin rested atop her head, and though her hair hadn’t been washed in days, a faint floral scent clung to the strands.
Finally, when it was clear that escape would be impossible until I granted permission, she stilled.
Once she accepted her fate, it didn’t take long for her to relax in my hold.
Finally, fucking finally , I was able to go to sleep.
And blessedly, that time, nothing tore me from my slumber.
For now, the hellcat in my arms was pacified.