Chapter Three Techne
“I need a ‘yes,’ Techne,” Eros growled, his lips briefly touching mine, sending tingles of pleasure through me. “A yes, baby girl, please.”
As a rule, gods don’t beg. To have such a powerful god needing me as much as I needed him was possibly the best aphrodisiac I’d ever had. Working for Love and Lust Inc., I’ve tried quite a few.
“Yes.” I pulled myself forward, our lips connecting softly.
His lips glided over mine, as if he was savoring the flavor of our kiss. It was like we needed to have one normal interaction before we descended into madness.
Not all this lust was manufactured, and I let myself imagine all the things you shouldn’t think about your boss. I grew slick as I fantasized. “Too many clothes,” I mumbled against his lips.
He chuckled, backing us away from the wall. “Luckily, clothing removal is a specialty of mine.
“How can you specialize in—” A cool breeze along my bare arms stopped me mid-sentence.
My suit was gone, and the only thing left was my black satin lingerie set.
Eros had also lost his clothes, and I mean all his clothes.
My heels rested on the bare skin of his ass, and the thick rod of his erection pressed against my pussy.
“Well, never mind, I understand now,” I replied, my voice sounding strangled.
He chuckled, one of his hands lifting from my back, “That’s a parlor trick, little goddess; some of my magic is useful.”
He turned us sideways, and with a wave of his free hand, one of the many lab tables transformed into a sturdy, red velvet chaise lounge.
Another wave of lust racked my body, and my panties flooded. “I want—”
“More. I have what you need,” he said, crossing quickly to the lounge. He laid me down on the soft fabric, his pupils blown as he took my body in. As he stroked his thick cock, I whimpered, somehow feeling the loss of something I never had to begin with.
He knelt on the furniture, my legs splaying for him and my hips angling as I sought friction. My nipples tightened at his perusal, and I quickly undid the front clasp of my bra, tossing it away like it had offended me.
“Perfect,” he whispered, taking one of the needy peaks into his hot mouth while he rolled and plucked my other nipple between his fingers.
My hands dove into his inky black locks, applying pressure when I needed it.
His attention was rhythmic, and soon I inexplicably found myself hurling toward an orgasm.
“Holy cosmos, I’m—”
He tweaked and sucked with the perfect amount of force, and I shuddered through the unexpected release.
He rose above me, kissing my lips hard as the aftershocks ebbed. “Did that help baby girl?”
“Mmm, so much,” I replied before our mouths met in another kiss.
“Now that the edge is off, what are your limits?” he asked, pulling his warm body from mine and sitting back on his heels.
He gently stroked my body like he needed the contact while I thought. The softness of his touch made me sigh at the tenderness.
“I’m not into degradation, no pain unless it’s edging, and no backdoor stuff... yet. I’ve been researching it, but I’m still not sure about—” I gasped as his fingers traced the band on my panties. Desire revved up again.
“You don’t have to worry. We won’t be pushing limits today.
It’s too dangerous. You might agree to things you aren’t ready for in the heat of the moment.
Trust me, we have a lot of ways to bring you to orgasm.
” He pulled the sides of my panties together.
The fabric slipped easily into my slit, and he pulled the fabric back and forth against my clit.
I moaned, and he reclaimed my lips, sipping at first and then turning the kiss filthy as he worked the fabric against my bundle of nerves.
“Can I worship you?” he questioned, his lips trailing down my body.
The satin lifted and disappeared. With the friction gone, I keened, my clit throbbing. My hips rose as I yearned for something to relieve the greedy emptiness I felt inside.
“Shush, little goddess, I have you,” he crooned, his breath hot against my pussy, while he pushed my hips down so I would still.
The first lick of his tongue had me arching off the chaise, a bright cry of triumph leaving my lips.
I was his altar, and he worshipped with his fingers and tongue, thrusting and lapping at my core.
Finally, I was filled with one finger, then two, and with a stretch, three.
I was inconsolable, babbling and praising his efforts.
The walls of my vagina fluttered as I hurled toward a tremendous release.
“Come for me, Techne,” he commanded, then sucked hard on my clit, rubbing that raised spot inside with his fingers, and I broke, shattering into a thousand shards of pleasure.
He worked me through my orgasm, drawing it out in a way that felt like the moment was going on forever outside the confines of time and space.
I was limp. The couch was wet beneath me.
Eros lifted his head, a brilliant smile on his face and his chin glistening with my juices. “You did so well, little goddess. I’m going to lick you clean and do it again.”
As he honored his word, I moaned and my head fell back on the couch in surrender.
Hours. He played my body like a harpist for hours, plucking, stroking, bringing me to startling crescendos of pleasure. Eros could manifest sex toys, something his company bio did not list under “specialized skills.” I discovered bullets, clitoral vibrators, and grinders.
I was coming down off the lust. The time in between the waves of need grew longer.
This seemed to please Eros, who was like the mad scientist of pleasure.
My wrists were bound with satin ties above my head because, in his words, “you are getting too handsy,” and he had clamped my nipples and connected them with a gold chain.
He feasted on my pussy, and every so often, as I felt the telltale tingle, he would pull on the chain, sharpening my pleasure and dividing my attention.
The edging was exquisite, and it was driving me insane.
“So help me, I will get out of these bindings and—” I threatened.
He chuckled, and his shoulders shook.
Two orgasms ago, I had come out of the lust fog long enough to realize that Eros was doing absolutely everything he could to get me off without taking the final step with himself.
He was rigid, his cock weeping precome, and hadn’t once suggested he needed relief.
So, I did become handsy because it wasn’t fair.
He didn’t want to fuck me because I thought it was “fair.” He wanted to fuck me because Eros was a godsdamned romantic.
He finally pushed me over the edge of the orgasm I had been teetering on. I shouted as I came, my vision blacking out at the edges. Gentle kisses peppered my thighs, and I sighed, relaxing into the soaked velvet.
Eros rose above me, his gaze raking over my body, “You’re beautiful, flushed with pleasure.”
I couldn’t shy away from his praise, bound as I was. I turned my head away, only for him to gently grab my chin, forcing me to look back at him.
“You are, Techne,” he said simply before untying me.
“Thank you.” I brought my hands down. “Not just for untying me but for—” I felt strange thanking my boss for all the mind-blowing orgasms.
“You were in need.” He removed the clamps. “A good boss looks after his employees.”
I narrowed my eyes, feeling possessive. “Excuse me, but how exactly have you been looking after your employees?”
“I like this side of you.” He leaned down, kissing my lips. “I only take care of my employees in HR-approved ways, little goddess.”
“You better,” I muttered, sitting up in the sticky mess we made. “We could,” I began, giving his anaconda the side eye. My cheeks burned despite the things we just did.
He kissed me again in such a way that I knew he was interested in my one-eyed snake charming skills, but I knew it would be a no from him right now.
“Fine,” I said, oddly pleased.
He chuckled, rising from the couch. “You aren’t the only one fond of edging, baby girl.”
He stretched, and I caught myself staring at his toned body for far too long.
Realizing what I was doing, I scolded myself for objectifying arguably the most attentive and generous lover of my existence.
My true love. We were bound together, forever.
Holy Cosmos. Feeling bashful, I looked down at my lap and tried to untangle my hair with my fingers.
The tap across the room turned on, and water hit the sink’s bowl. Eros was wetting a rag. He brought it over to me, and I extended my hand, expecting him to give it to me. He surprised me when, with a wave, the chaise lounge was returned to pristine condition.
“Little Goddess, lay back,” he said, sitting on the end of the couch. “Let me tend to you.”
The way he said it, it felt like a vow. I stopped trying to sort out my hair and did as I was told.
Gently, he wiped the warm cloth in between my hips with a reverence that brought tears to my eyes.
I realized at that moment that all the other men I had allowed in my life were pale imitations of what I could have.
Would have, with Eros. Once I was clean, he ran his hand down my body, his magic curling around me and reforming my favorite suit.
“I’m terrible at shoes,” he admitted, his face sheepish. “I’ll buy you another set.”
“You don’t have to,” I assured him.
“But I will,” he said, rising with the rag.
“Can I clean you up?” I asked, taking his hand. “I want to tend to you too.”
The soft look he gave me hit me squarely in the chest. I knew we were “true loves” destined to be together, but right then, I wanted to take the time for this man. We had time.
“As you wish,” he agreed, tugging me up. Still holding hands, he led me to the sink.
I cleaned his body, giving him as much care as he gave to me. I may have almost swallowed my tongue as I watched his tanned hand slowly glide down his chest his plum-colored suit and powder blue button-down materializing, covering his delicious body.
He cupped my cheek. “I want us to explore this, Techne. I’m going to take you to dinner. But first, we have to find out how everyone else is.”
I nodded. “I’d like that.” I rose on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a hard kiss before I sighed and took a step back. “Let’s see what damage the Cupi Drone has wrought.”