Chapter 23
Yasmine
Although Yasmine had never felt ashamed of her body—in fact, she very much liked the way she looked—there was something nerve-wracking about stripping in this manner for Zeus.
Maybe it was the way he was sitting in her armchair, as if it was a throne, and he was a king watching her strip for his pleasure.
Maybe it was because she was more used to men who wanted to help her, touch her while she got undressed, than keep the experience entirely visual.
Whatever the reason, even though he’d already seen her naked, and she knew he liked what he’d seen, her nerves fluttered as she let her shirt drop to the floor. Her stomach tightened when she undid the front of her jeans.
A little bit of her sass came back, and she turned to point her ass directly at him as she bent at the waist to push her jeans down her legs.
She could hear his appreciative chuckle, and that helped soothe some of the anxiety that had somehow trickled up her spine.
She was starting to wonder if he realized how intimidating he was sometimes.
On the other hand, maybe he did, and he enjoyed it. That seemed very Zeus.
Kicking her feet free, she turned back toward him, sliding her hands up her thighs to her hips, then up her sides before reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.
Today’s was a matching dark red lace with a demi-cup bra and a thong.
The color looked particularly good with her tanned skin tone and dark hair, and she’d matched her lipstick to it as well.
She caught Zeus’ gaze as she slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra slide down her arms. The heat blazed in his eyes as he watched her, holding her gaze for a long moment before he let it drop and travel over her curves.
Her nipples were puckered and swollen. Yasmine’s tongue flicked out against her lower lip as his gaze lingered on her nipples for a long moment.
The clamps were on his lap, waiting to go on her nipples.
They weren’t the harshest she owned, but they weren’t the easiest, either.
Just knowing they were there, that he was going to use them, was its own particular erotic torment.
Partly because she wanted them on, and partly because she knew it was going to hurt once they were.
“Now the thong,” he ordered, his voice low. Demanding.
Yasmine hooked her thumbs into the sides of the underwear and pulled them down slightly before letting them drop to the floor. Going up on her toes, she delicately stepped out of them, stepping toward him at the same time.
“Come here,” he said, picking up the clamps and shifting the little box with her vibrator and remote farther up his leg to make room. Then he patted his lap, indicating exactly where he wanted her.
Gliding forward, Yasmine put her hands on the armrest of the chair, breasts swaying slightly as she bent forward, then put one leg on the chair between the armrest and his leg, followed a moment later by the other, straddling his lap. The position put her breasts just below his face.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
Leaning back as she obeyed, the movement thrust her breasts at him. Zeus’ free hand came to rest on her thigh, then slid up her body to cup her breast. Her nipple was swollen and hard as his thumb swept over it, the sensation humming through her, and she sighed with the pleasure of his touch.
“Very pretty,” he murmured, giving her a soft squeeze.
Then he leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth, and Yasmine moaned, arching her back.
Her hands gripped her elbows to keep from moving and trying to grab hold of his head as he rolled the tender bud between his teeth.
The little nip of his bite was just hard enough to sting but not enough to really hurt.
She felt her insides clench in response, her leg muscles tightening, but his legs between them kept her thighs spread too wide to put any pressure on the ache between them.
Yasmine squirmed as the hand that had been holding her breast slid behind her back, helping to hold her in place as he sucked and nipped the sensitive nubbin.
By the time he released it, the cool air immediately replacing the warmth of his mouth, her breast felt swollen and heavy, and the opposite was aching in response.
She needn’t have worried, though. Zeus’ head shifted, and he immediately moved his attentions to the opposite side of her chest. Yasmine moaned, shuddering as need pulsed through her, her pussy spasming emptily.
She knew he was going to clamp her nipples.
She knew he was going to use the vibrator.
She knew she was going to suck his cock.
What she didn’t know for sure was whether she would get an orgasm out of this, too. Or how much erotic torture he was going to put her through before he gave her one.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth with a small ‘pop’, Zeus gave her a lazy smile of sensual satisfaction as he cupped her right breast in his hand and gave it a rough squeeze.
Yasmine hissed out her breath as he closed the clamp around her nipple, crushing the bud he’d plumped with his mouth and tongue. He was watching her reaction carefully.
“Not too tight?” he asked, hefting her other breast in his hand, ready to apply the second clamp.
“No. Not too tight.” She liked the way it hurt.
But she hissed again as he put the second one on, shuddering as the combination of pain and pleasure flashed straight to her clit.
Her nipples throbbed against the confines of the clamp, pulsing in time with the need between her thighs.
It was a sharp ache she couldn’t escape, which turned her on even more.
Especially when Zeus leaned back against her chair again, hooking his finger around the chain between her nipples, and used it to draw her forward. Down. His head tilted back, so he could meet her lips for a kiss while still pulling on her poor, tormented nipples.
Their tongues dueled, and she whimpered as he kept tugging on the chain, letting the tension lessen before pulling again.
It was a throbbing, aching counterpoint to the pleasure of his kiss.
She wanted to squirm, to squeeze her thighs together and put pressure on the ache between her legs, but she couldn’t.
When he finally released the tension entirely, ending the kiss at the same time, she pulled back, panting, and stared down at him. While he wasn’t exactly smiling, there was a smugness in his expression that made it almost look like a smirk.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now hold still.”
Yasmine almost asked for what, but then she felt it.
Pressure between her legs, something sliding into her.
Smooth, cool, and followed by the rough warmth of his fingers as he pushed the vibrator inside her.
His thumb pressed against her clit, and she gasped, clenching around the toy and his fingers before they moved away.
“Now, get on the floor. On your knees. You can use your hands if you need.”
She gave him a scornful glance and kept her hands locked in place on her elbows behind her as she maneuvered herself off his lap and onto the floor. Just as her knees hit the carpet, the vibrator suddenly turned on, fast and strong, and she moaned at the sensation before it receded.
When she focused on Zeus’ face again, he was definitely smiling. The big jerk.
“Knees apart,” he ordered her. “I want to feel them touching the insides of my feet. But don’t you dare let that vibrator fall out of you.”
A challenge. Yasmine could do that. She tightened her core muscles as she spread her knees, pressing the outsides against his feet.
Zeus’ hand slid into his pocket, pulling out a condom, which he opened before freeing his cock from his pants and rolling it over the thick length.
The orange color made her grin, because it was so bright and cheery, and almost too frivolous for a guy like him.
It didn’t match his outer aura, though she was starting to wonder if it might match his inner one.
He had an unexpected playful side, one that wasn’t immediately obvious. She wondered how many people he actually shared it with since he seemed quite guarded most of the time.
Claudia sure as hell hadn’t mentioned it.
Then, all the thoughts flew out of her mind as Zeus’ hand slipped around her head, his fingers closing around her ponytail and pulling her head forward and down to his cock. Obligingly, she opened her mouth to take him between her lips.
And almost started laughing.
The flavor of the condom matched the color.
Zeus
Normally, Zeus would object to a woman taking his dick into her mouth and laughing, but since he knew exactly what was amusing Yas, he didn’t mind at all. He’d enjoyed surprising her with a flavored condom rather than a totally bland one.
Letting the curves of his mouth curl upward, he met her dark, laughing eyes as she looked up at him.
She made such a pretty picture—on her knees between his, arms folded behind her back, nipples dark red and turning darker between the black rubber tips of the clamps.
The long length of her hair brushed against her shoulders as he lifted her head, then pushed her back down again.
Her head bent, obscuring her gaze again as she focused on taking the length of him into her mouth. Down, down she went until he hit the back of her throat and she choked a little. At that exact moment, he turned up the vibrator again and felt her moan around his cock.
Holding her there for a moment, Zeus enjoyed the feel of suction around his dick, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, before pulling back up again.
Up and down, nice and slow, letting her suck hard as he moved her.
All the while, he played with the vibrator, testing the remote settings, seeing which ones made her moan and whimper again.
When her knees started to move together, no longer touching the insides of his feet, he reached forward to give the chain connecting her nipples a sharp tug. She cried out around his cock.
“Legs spread, princess,” he murmured. “Keep those knees apart.”
The hot, angry look she shot him made him grin.
He’d be willing to bet she was having trouble keeping that vibrator inside her pussy as it got wetter and wetter.
Clenching might help keep it in place… or it might force it right out.
Zeus was willing to bet on the latter. He was looking forward to when it inevitably dropped, and he had a good excuse to finally spank her ass.
Not that he needed an excuse—Yas would happily go over his knee if that was what he wanted—but she would be more aroused if there was one. Yas was the type of submissive who liked to be naughty, then punished for it. Going through her limits and what she liked had been very revealing.
There were plenty of things he could spank her for from before he’d found out that she was kinky—like going into Sarah’s house all by herself—but he’d rather focus it on things happening here and now. She hadn’t been under his authority then.
She was now.
And he rather enjoyed making her so aroused, she wouldn’t be able to hold the toy in her pussy, but letting her have the tantalizing hope that she would…
all while feeling it slowly slip from her grasp.
Not that she wasn’t going to enjoy her punishment—he would make sure she did—but there was something about making her earn it that appealed to his dominant side and that he knew would stoke her submissive needs.
“That’s it, princess,” he murmured, tugging her hair to pull her up before pushing her back down again, this time a little harder, forcing her down farther, making her take his cock in deeper.
He could feel her choke, feel the head of his dick as it slipped past the entrance to her throat, feel the muscles tighten around it.
Her cry was muffled by the thick length pressing down on her tongue.
“You look so pretty choking on my dick. If you need to safe word, tap my leg.”
There was a humming sound from the back of her throat as he let her up again, then pushed her back down.
He could feel her struggling to take his dick as he forced her head down, his hips moving to thrust upward and push his entire length between her lips.
The vibrations of her hum felt like they were traveling up his spine, and he groaned, his fingers tightening on the base of her ponytail.
He started using her mouth harder, listening to her choke and gasp as he fucked her mouth for his pleasure.
With his free hand, he pressed the button on the remote to turn the vibrations up all the way and felt her scream around his cock.
Her throat muscles worked, tightening and squeezing every time he forced her lips down to the base of his dick and buried her nose in his pubic hair.
The wet splash of her tears against his thighs didn’t deter him. Her hands were still locked into place behind her back of her own choice. She wasn’t even trying to stop him, letting him guide her head up and down on his cock, letting him use her as he pleased.
“Fuck… Yas…” he groaned, thrusting up, and heard the sweetest sound of all.
The light, barely audible thump of the vibrator as it hit the floor between her legs.
With a groan, he pressed his hand against the back of her head, holding her in place as he began to cum. The feel of her lips on the base of his cock, past where the end of the condom was, added an intensity to his pleasure as he sagged in pure erotic bliss.
Her throat worked, milking him of every last drop, and he could feel her sigh as his cock began to soften. Dark eyes opened, tears streaking her cheeks as she tilted her head back enough to look at him, his cock still between her puffy lips. Zeus used his thumb to wipe away one of her tears.
“You did a very good job with my cock, princess,” he said approvingly, before slowly shaking his head. “Unfortunately, you didn’t do what you were told to with the vibrator. Good girls get orgasms. So do bad girls, but not until after they’ve been properly punished.”
Yas’ tear-streaked face lit up with anticipation.