Chapter 11
Plutus came back from the coat closet dangling a Burberry shopping bag from his hand. He set it on the side of the table, out of the way of the fishy plates, of course, then sat himself back down across from her.
“I may have noticed your work bag appeared a little frayed, and I may have gotten you something to replace it.”
“It’s just that easy for you, with your magic and all.” There was no heat or venom in her words. She wasn’t jealous, exactly. More like sad about how easy some had it when she’d been using said frayed bag for years now because she couldn’t justify the expense when it still technically worked.
Plutus sat up straight and sucked his teeth. “I did not ‘magic’ this bag into existence, E. My magic allows me to access wealth and luxury, not create it out of thin air.”
She quirked an eyebrow at him and he waved off her concern about asking questions. “Our game is over. For now. I will give you free rein to ask about this because I think it might be beneficial for us both.”
Almost giddy with excitement over the chance to ask him any number of questions, she blurted out as many as she could at once.
“How does your magic work, exactly? Do you take these things or spirit them away or something? How does it work with money and all the cash you put in my bank account? Do you just take whatever you want?”
Plutus narrowed his jade eyes at her and addressed each and every one, his tone becoming a little harsher with each answer.
“Godly magic is an affinity. I can use other, smaller magic, but all the major magic I perform must connect with wealth in some way, shape, or form. This means I can read the minds and desires of humans, but only as it pertains to wealth or money. No human can stop me from accessing wealth or knowledge of it, and I have a natural ability to correctly judge business ventures and investments. I can take wealth or provide it on a case-by-case basis. I do not, however, steal.”
“I didn’t mean–”
He held up a hand and E stopped her excuse mid-sentence. That’s what it was. She was so excited to ask him anything without cost she’d inadvertently accused him of stealing.
“Millenia ago, I doled out punishments and rewards, but others doing such things, those with mighter and more powerful fists, led to our downfall, so I learned that lesson well. I do not do such now.”
“Do I use my affinity to help those I find deserving? Yes, when I find them. I also use it to give myself and those I love legitimate human wealth in this society.” He smirked and looked off, as if thinking of something funny to himself before hitting her with what she now considered his trademark cocky smirk. “I do very well in the stock market.”
Plutus spread his hands wide, “I have no need to steal because I have earned more than enough wealth over the years. I do not punish, as unfair as it seems to me at times, because the cost of being an arbitrator of humans is far too great. A few days ago, I did ‘magic’ a few things for you because I felt you needed them immediately. However, I credited all accounts and, in the case of your new wardrobe and the tech you didn’t take, I had a personal shopper in another region purchase them and then made them appear here, which I see could be a little questionable or confusing in your mind because you didn’t know.
I went to the Burberry store this afternoon and purchased this bag with my very own credit card. ”
E hated being in the wrong, but especially in this, Plutus’s hard voice exposed his hurt. “I’m sorry my questions were so insensitive.”
“Apology accepted,” he said. After a beat, with a wide grin, he added, “as long as you now open your gift.”
E let out a breath. She knew the brand of course, knew it was expensive, but didn’t know how expensive. She’d let it go, though, because she said she would. Because Plutus went out personally and picked it out for her.
She dug through the tissue paper until she lifted out a large, rectangular leather shoulder bag.
The embossed pattern on the outside created a sort of single-color plaid on the leather.
The feel of it was supple, soft. It was such a deep black it seemed to suck up the light.
When she breathed in, it smelled earthy and rich.
She unzipped the bag and it didn’t stick or snag like her bag sometimes did.
Inside was silky soft fabric with plenty of room for her laptop, a few books, notebooks, and her rotating but endless supply of pens.
Truly, a perfect bag. Simple but obviously expensive in feel and craftsmanship, even if someone missed the small, embossed logo on the top of one side of the case.
Plutus let her explore all this as he explained his choice.
“It’s understated and will work with whatever you might wear.
Wherever you may go, now and in the future.
You may need to treat the leather, but the material will shelter your books and things so they stay safe and secure.
Technically, it’s a man’s briefcase, but this one seemed far more fitting and practical for you than any of the women’s bags, which didn’t have as much room or had open tops so things might get damaged if it rained.
” When she didn’t say anything to his explanation, in a softer voice he added, “If you don’t like it… ”
“No…” she started, but had to clear her throat to dislodge the odd lump there before she could continue. “No. It’s perfect. What I might pick out if I were there.”
Plutus seemed to sit straighter at the words, as if he cared about knowing what she would like.
As he’d given her so much already, even just this night, she thought she could give him a little more.
“I’m not good at taking gifts, for a lot of reasons, but this is truly a great gift, Plutus, and I will use it for a very long time. ”
He leaned close, almost reaching across the table with his torso, and purred, “I like the idea of you having a piece of me with you for a good, long time.”
She laughed. “A bag isn’t you, Plutus.”
He retreated and shrugged. “The bag, no. The gift, yes. All gifts are a little piece of the giver. Or, at least, a glimpse into what the giver thinks of or thinks is important to the recipient.”
The pesky lump was back, but the heat in her blood flared at his words, at what he thought of her, if she took his words to heart.
Instead of revealing more, she rose from her seat, slid around the table, and bent to take Plutus’s lips with her own.
She offered up a hungry kiss, one meant to stoke and stroke.
He had no problem taking the gift she offered him, but he did stop her after a delicious minute.
“Move to the couch, E.” The hard edge of his voice, the command, made her think of what he said earlier, and she knew she was in for a very good time with a bossy god.
She moved, a jerky and admittedly wet mess, as she heard him move behind her, turning out lights until one corner lamp and the soft yellow glow of the hall light illuminated the apartment.
She sat, butt barely on the edge of the couch, hands fidgeting in her lap from her excited energy.
“Calm,” he commanded from her right. Plutus sauntered over, and the new lighting created the perfect glint of gold off his molten skin.
“You’re beautifully blinding,” she breathed out, unable to stop the words. She didn’t think men liked to be called beautiful, but she’d said it, so it lay out there in the middle of the room with them.
The god didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite.
He stopped in front of her, snagging her chin firmly and lifting her head up so he could look down on her with those glowing green eyes of his.
He smiled, a soft one she’d never really seen on him yet, and stroked her right cheek with a single claw in a caring gesture.
Then the softness turned to a tilt of his lips and the claw dug in a touch too sharp.
“Speaking of beautiful…” His clawed thumb dug into her left cheek, both sharp points now nudging insistently where each side of her jaw hinged. “Open for me, E.”
She let her mouth fall open, sticking out her tongue without being asked to do so.
A deep, dark growl rumbled up from him. Without moving his hand or breaking eye contact, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his glistening cock.
The head shone with precum and it twitched as she caught sight of it.
The metallic sheen and embossed golden rings gleamed before her, a sweet, heady offering.
Plutus moved his hand from her face to gather up her pink hair and hold it tight at the back of her head. “Suck me, E.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Like a thirsty woman offered a golden goblet, she sipped greedily.
As soon as he passed her lips, the tarnish coin taste of him flooded her mouth, making it water.
He was smoke and old coins and the barest hint of expensive whiskey and she wanted to drink it all in deep.
Her tongue swirled over his head, teasing for a long minute.
When she bobbed down enough to hit the first and smallest raised ring, the tip of her tongue traced the edge, gliding the small ridges she loved inside her so much.
The exploration left her giddy, almost drunk with pleasure, and achingly wet.
This slow progress, however, was not enough for the god and he nudged the back of her head.
A demanding grunt sounded from above her as she raised her eyes up while keeping her mouth fully engaged.
“I said suck it, not tease it,” he hissed.
She offered him a look she hoped came off as sexy and seductive and not just hungry and engulfed the first few inches of length in her mouth.
She sucked, hard, as she roamed the length up and down with her tongue.
Every so often, she took more. And more.
And more into her mouth. Until she couldn’t take any more.
Sadly, there were still a few inches and raised rings left, so she clamped a hand down on the remaining length, twisting it as she bobbed her head up and down on Plutus’s lovely, golden cock.
“Shit, E. Yeah. Just like that, baby. Suck me down deep. As deep as you can.”
Plutus let her have control for several minutes, until he gripped her wrist and pulled her hand from his length. She looked up with wide eyes and he growled. “Swallow for me, little one.”
At first she thought he was coming, but nope, he started pumping into her mouth, gentle but at a steady pace, pushing through her gentle gags.
He wanted her to swallow his tip so he could fuck her throat.
Not something she’d done before, but she was so horny and achy she’d give anything a try if he commanded her to do so.
After a minute of trying, she felt his head slip past a tight ring of muscles and he cursed loud and long, stroking into her throat for several long beats. Not enough to cut off her air too long, but enough for her to feel heady for taking so damn much of him at once.
He slipped free of her throat, then her mouth, pumping with his hand as he wiped away some of the mess he’d made of her mouth.
“Beautiful,” he growled before he again demanded, “Open for me.” She did, same as before, wide and tongue out.
His dick slid in with ease and he stroked it in and out in quick succession, until he shouted his release.
She swallowed it all, sucking it deep, and wished there was more of the smoky, musky goodness with just the hint of metallic taste.
His grasp on her head eased and he reached into his pocket, pulling free a pristine white handkerchief. Crouching in front of her, not even bothering to put his dick away first, he cleaned her face as best he could and cooed over her. “Good girl,” he said, and she nearly preened for him.
Standing again, he gestured, “Now lay back for me, along the length of the couch.” E did as she was told, landing with her head on the armrest. He wasted no time nudging his large shoulders between her legs so one fell over his shoulder and the other dangled off the sofa.
He nipped at her thighs through her shorts then tongued her through them.
Despite the multiple layers between them, she jolted at the contact.
Plutus growled, took the button of her shorts between his large fangs, and ripped it clean off.
“Hey! I like these,” she protested, though it sounded a little too breathy to be much of a deterrent after the fact.
“Means I get to buy you a new pair,” he quipped, then pinned her with both a hot, strong hand and his green gaze. “Now shut up, lie back, and let me eat my dessert.”
E wasn’t about to argue with that, so she did what she was told as he slipped the tattered shorts and intact panties down over her ass and hips so he had access to her pussy.
He scented her, rubbing his nose so close to her slit she felt his breath.
“I’m starved for you,” he said before a single claw came up, spread her wide, and his long, snaking tongue took a lick from top to bottom.
That deliciously nimble tongue flicked hard over her clit before slithering down to dip deep into her dripping opening.
The rest was a blur of need and want and moans.
He urged on every sound she made, eventually bringing a claw into play so he could rub her clit with the smooth outer gold as he tongue-fucked her, pausing only to scrape her gently with a fang at unpredictable intervals.
She keened whenever he switched from claw-on-clit to moving his claw deep inside with expert precision so he didn’t cut or scrape.
The play between sharp and soft ratcheted, what he could do and what he chose to do, for her, ratcheted up her need.
“Look at you take me so well, little one. Your tiny, perfect pussy is just greedy for my claws and fangs. My greedy little thing.” He gently nipped her clit with one of his fangs and she screamed, the small slice of pain causing every other delicious feeling to heighten.
“Please. Please. Please.” She called out for him to keep going, keep pushing, like a benediction.
Like a prayer. The god answered with a hard suck on her nub and a perfectly timed twist and slide of two fingers inside her and she exploded into a million tiny fragments.
Her legs twitched uncontrollably even as she felt the wave of pleasure crest and crash down.
Plutus watched her aftershocks hit with a satisfied smirk on his face. When E started stirring on the couch, rolling around as if she’d get up, he stilled her with a stiff arm to her chest. “Oh, no, little one. We’re not done yet.”
He moved too quickly for her to register, jumping to his feet and scooping her into his arms in one swift motion. She didn’t squirm as he stalked to her little bedroom alcove. To her bed. Where she knew he’d give her more of everything she wanted.