by Elle Cross
Bronze ran his hands along Blue’s back and with a quick nip at Blue’s shoulder, he again took his place in Blue’s ass.
My center was throbbing and raining liquid heat.
Deimos leaned down close to me, his lips close to my ear. "Is this what you imagined?" He was barely touching me, and where he did was nowhere sexual, but there was this feeling of being touched everywhere by him. His very words felt weighted and insistent as if it too pressed against me, caressed down my neck.
My skin flared alive, hot and sensitized all at once. I had no other thoughts, no other worries. All I could focus on was the here and now. "Yes." My voice was barely a whisper. A subtle exhale of breath, nothing more.
He moved his hand up and down my arm, slowly. Chills erupted on my skin. I squirmed in my seat.
Deimos wrapped his arm around my middle, pinning my arms against my body. His left hand wrapped around my throat, his fingers caressing my neck as he cradled me gently. He pressed his lips just under my jawline, capturing my erratic pulse. I swore I felt the contact zing throughout my entire body, the sensations arcing and traveling between my legs.
The group in front of us surged and writhed in a practiced rhythm. I swear I could feel it all. Feel being stretched, being filled, the slide of flesh over flesh.
Green had wrapped his arms around her, too, one arm supporting her around the ribs and the other hand cradling her throat as she was left helplessly filled by them. Blue thrust between her legs, harder now. Bronze, his hands gripping tight on Blue’s hip and neck, drove into him like a ramming piston.
The woman arched her back like a taut bow. Green chuckled, skimming his large hands over her peaked breasts. Blue captured her lips, and she clutched the back of his head as he kissed her. Then, Blue raised his head so that he could kiss Green.
Something unintelligible garbled in my throat. There was no hiding how aroused I was. My breathing came in faster. The rise and fall of my chest made it obvious that I was affected by this display, especially in the way Deimos held me.
The woman was about to explode. I knew because I could feel it, her rising pleasure, the passion, the heat. Liquid pooled in my panties. It was as if I could feel everything. Probably not to the same degree, but enough to know that even just the slightest graze of a touch between my legs and I would unravel.
Green played with her nipples, Blue stroked her clit as he rode between her legs, and Bronze behind him, took up the thrusting for the both of them, as if he could drive through Blue and into her.
They were a writhing mess of moans and sighs filling the air. I could hear the slide of flesh over flesh, the smacking, the cries, the barely coherent words.
I was going to go.
Deimos wrapped his arms around me tighter, digging his fingers into my hair to twist my face toward him and he devoured my mouth. I wanted to grind myself against him, just a little, to relieve the pressure between my legs.
Even though every little thought about the show seemed to be fulfilled, Deimos refused to relinquish any control over me.
He continued to ravish my mouth and I let him, even though it only added to my torment. He tightened his fingers even more into my hair, and pulled, exposing my neck to his mouth. He grazed his teeth along my skin, darting his tongue to lick here and there.
It was like his tongue was flicking me between my legs and I didn't care how loud I was, but if he didn't stop teasing I think I would die.
The slaps and thrusts and moans from the orgy rose to new heights. I watched her writhe between them all, being filled and coaxed and pleasured by all of them.
And as she arched into her orgasm, a surge of pleasure hit me, and Deimos clamped his teeth around my neck, and I screamed in thrilling pleasure.
As I started to come down from that release, his arm finally released me from around the middle. He still had his hand buried in my hair, tight, secure. He held my gaze as he pulled my skirt up, caressed the inside of my thigh until his hand found my slick heat. His maroon eyes ignited into a fiery ember as he skimmed his finger up and down my seam, slow and sensuous.
I was breathless in moments, squirming, willing him to go faster, knowing that he wouldn't.
Then he slipped his finger inside of me and I bit my lip from the torment.
He tsked, leaning down to kiss me, sucking my lower lip into his mouth. Thankfully, he didn't stop moving his fingers. "Now, now, I don't want you to hurt yourself." Then he leaned back just a little, enough so that I could look into his eyes again. "The privilege of inflicting pain onto your body while you’re here is mine, and mine alone."
He didn't ask for it, but I breathed out a, "Yes," anyway.
He smiled then, a slash of white against the shadowed gold of his skin, before claiming my mouth once more. His fingers resumed playing over me, and I moaned in response. Soon enough, I edged my release, gasping and writhing for him. The pleasure was almost too much, but his fist in my hair clenched more tightly so that I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. The message was clear, I was to look at him.
"There you are, my darling," he said in that smooth, silky chocolate voice of his. "Now you may go."
As soon as he said that, he quickened his strokes, adding pressure against my clit until I came for him.
The fire in his eyes engulfed me.
Deimos, truly Lord and Master of his domain, wrapped us in the heavy cloak of power he called around him and in one step walked us away.
I was slightly aware that we were in our private room.
He held me tight against him.
I kissed him deeply, tasting him. I knew this was the same person as Deimos, only in his native god form, but I still needed to get used to how I fit against him. For one thing he was taller.
"Do you like your clothes at all?" he asked with a red glint in his eye.
I blinked, jarred by the question. "Yes, they are some of my favorites."
"Take them off now or I will rip them from your body," he said against my lips.
I scrambled to take them off. Not quickly enough for him, because they tore away from me. I was beyond caring as Deimos lifted me, crushed me to his body and devoured me.
Deimos bent me backward, supported my back with one hand, roaming his other hand freely over my body. He captured one nipple with his mouth and moved to the other nipple, stroking between my legs, thumbing circles on my clit.
I wanted to feel more of him against my skin. "Please," I urged him, curling my fingers into his skin, not knowing the words to ask.
He took my hand, waited for me to look at him as he bit the meaty part of my palm. I nearly swooned right there. "I forget how much my darling likes that. I'll need to remember that. Now be still while I taste you." He laid me out on the ottoman and covered me with his body. I tried to wriggle out of the last remaining bits of clothing that clung to me. He flipped me over, and smacked my ass with the flat of his hand. He covered me with his body again, his hard cock straining against my leg. "My darling needs some discipline." He smacked my ass again. The friction heightened me to the edge of another orgasm.
He inhaled deeply, chuckling deep in his throat in his self-satisfied way. "I've been separated from you for less than a day. Do you know how much I've craved your body? Dreamed of tasting you again?" He still had me pinned down.
I wanted to move, arching my back so my ass would rub against his hard length.
He chuckled, then moved away, swatting my ass again. "Come here, my darling, since you're so impatient for me." Then he lifted me up, crushed me against his hard, unyielding body. Tangling his fist in my hair, kept me a prisoner to his kiss.
He pulled away from me, then. Violently. I felt the cold distance between us. He circled me like a predator would his prey. His eyes glittered as he raked his gaze over my nakedness. My body lit up in response.
He closed the distance between us. Ran his hands over me. Grazed his fingers between my legs.
He let me rove my hands on him, desperate to feel and touch eve
ry inch of him. Let my hands settle on his hard cock.
"You want this," he murmured against my lips, rocked his hips forward so my hands glided over his length.
"Yes," I hissed.
"Are you wet for me?"
"You know I am."
He cupped his hand against me. "I would have you dripping." He crushed his lips against mine, walking me backwards until something bumped against the back of my legs.
He tore away from me. Then he turned me around so that I was bent over a mount. When had this appeared?
He positioned me as he wanted me, legs spread open, a cushioned bolster against my stomach, head and hands supported on rests. There were leather restraints where my legs could be secured, or my hands tied down at the wrists, but Deimos avoided them. He ran a finger down my spine in understanding, the thread of fear that I didn't realize was there, dissipated at his touch.
His lips brushed against my shoulder, before he sank his teeth in. I sucked in air. He did it again, and again, sinking little bites down my back.
He ran both hands over my ass, warming a trail down my legs, kneading and massaging down the backs of my thighs, my calves. He knelt behind me, kneading and massaging my hips and butt. Then, he slowly licked up my slit, then settled his lips against my clit.
My knees buckled. But the mount kept me upright and still for him. His tongue probed inside me, thrust into me, once, twice, then swirled a trail to my swollen clit. He licked delicious circles around and around.
My head spun. I moved my hips as much as he would let me with the grip he had on me. I was almost to the edge when he stopped and moved away from me.
I nearly cried in frustration. Then, a whoosh sang in the air. When the kiss of leathers found its mark on my shoulder, I realized the sound I heard was the rise and fall of a flogger. Another whoosh, and the leather bits landed on the other shoulder.
The flogger rose and fell. Each time, his aim landed perfectly. My ass. My thighs. He scorched a slow burn up and down my body.
He slipped a finger inside me. "Wet. Almost dripping." He rubbed my opening, playing in my folds. I wanted him to touch my clit. I'd come immediately.
He smacked my butt with a tsk, seeming to know my thoughts.
Then he walked around me, hand trailing up my body. He stood in front of me and ripped his pants open. He was hard and throbbing, the tip glistened with wetness.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, holding my head still as he guided the head of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth for him, wetting the tip of him, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head.
He hissed through his teeth, breath ragged. "Open."
I had a second to comply. Deimos glided his length into me. Slow shallow thrusts, until he was fully inside me, my lips clamped tight around his base, my throat convulsing around him. He groaned, throbbing with need.
The flogger whistled through the air again, and landed. I gasped at the sensation. Then, he began to thrust again, slow at first then faster in a hypnotic rhythm in time to his flogging.
I had to focus on breathing through my nose. I clutched at the hand rests, losing all awareness and giving myself over to the mingling of pleasure and pain. My legs quivered. My stomach clenched. I was so close to coming. I knew Deimos was as well.
He tore away from me again, the flogger landing harder this time, a stinging burn that lit me up before fading. Again and again. Then he focused solely on my ass and legs. I knew they'd be pink for hours to come.
"There you are, my darling." He played in my swollen folds. He ran his hands against me. I arched for him, and open invitation to please fill me.
He slapped one cheek, then the other. "Such an eager little ass." He ran his hands up my body again, reached under me to pinch and tease my nipples. Just when I thought he would leave me aching with need all night, he slid inside me, slowly, letting me feel every inch of his never-ending length. When he was fully seated, he teased my nipples again. He pulled out quickly, massaging my folds, running his fingers up and down my slit, then thrust inside me again. He did this over and over again.
The last time, he slipped his fingers inside me, then another. Liquid flowed out of me. "Dripping," he murmured in satisfaction. He sank his cock inside of me again.
He ran his hands down from my shoulders settling on my hips. Then he started to fuck me with wild abandon. He used my hips as leverage, gripping them tight. Like he couldn't get enough. He was grinding faster and faster.
I gripped the hand rests tight to keep my balance.
He bent over me now, blanketing me, fingers tangled in my hair, whispering hot words in my ear.
"You better be close," he ground out, barely Human. "Get there. Now."
Fingers pressed against my wet swollen clit. Hair pulled taut, back bowed. The barest friction from his thrusting and I came apart.
He thrust into me harder, harder, harder, held in his embrace tighter and tighter, teeth clamped down my shoulder and I came again, throaty scream drowned out by his thunderous roar.
With small thrusts, he eased out of me. His crushing hold on me loosened, but only enough to slip his still hard length between my warmed cheeks. I gasped in surprise.
"Shh, it's all right, my darling." He worked his fingers over my still throbbing clit and I came again, hard and intense. I felt the tremor of another orgasm rack his body, his shaky breath. "What you do to me," he murmured. He slipped out of me a final time. He pulled me upright and held me as I was unsteady on my feet.
He took me in with a self-satisfied gaze. "Dripping." He was beginning to harden again.
I shivered under his hot gaze, my skin stretched tight, nipples hardened for him. He palmed my breasts, ran his thumb over them. Bending me backward and lifting me in strong arms, he captured a nipple in his mouth.
I shuddered apart in his arms.
He tsked at me. "My little darling needs to be cleaned up."
I clung to him as he gathered me in his arms and carried me to the shower.
I never knew I could feel dirtier leaving the shower than going in it.
As he promised, we spoke well into the night. Sometimes we used words. Most of the time we didn't. My last coherent thoughts before Deimos tucked me into bed, and I succumbed to sleep, were of being grateful for my yoga classes.
When I woke, my first thought was of Deimos. I stretched toward him, but a hand had found my body first, skimming me from hip to breast, where it settled.
"Good morning," I said, turning toward him.
"Indeed," he replied, voice husky. His hand skimmed lower.
I bit my lip. Aware of my new aches and soreness.
He kissed me in a tangle of blankets. "Don't worry, my darling. I'll not have my way with you this morning."
"What if I wanted my way with you?"
He just gave me his charming half-smile and quirked his brow at me in answer. "You will rest and be cared for all day." He kissed me soundly on the lips, like that was the end of the discussion.
“And what? I’d be here naked and spread on the bed, just waiting for you to return to me?” I cocked my eyebrow at him.
He was already dressed in a suit, and came to my side. Off to be Deimos then, and not the Lord Master.
“Feel free to eat and drink, too. Just nothing too hot. Wouldn’t want you to burn or anything.” He knew how to steal my breath away with that boyish smile.
I snorted and laughed. Taking advantage, he pulled me onto his lap and tickled my ribs. “You’re horrible,” I screeched between laughs.
He stopped, chuckling as he smacked a kiss on my cheek. "I probably can't convince you to stay here indefinitely. If, or should I say, when you leave, I will send Corso to be with you."
I pushed myself off him, tucking the blanket around me primly. His brow shot up as I hid myself from him, but he said nothing. "I'll be fine. I don't need you holding my hand."
"I like holding your hand." He kissed the back of my hand. Then he turned it over, and licked right in
the middle of my palm. I shivered for him, liquid heat spread from my core, pooled between my legs.
"Oh hells," he said. Then he came in for a savage kiss. He tore the blanket from me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "What you do to me."
Those were the last words he said, then words no longer existed.
I lingered a little in this space.
I didn’t feel the urgency to leave here, but it was nice not to think and just feel for once. There was something that I needed to follow up on, I knew that, but I couldn’t seem to remember what it was.
I finally made myself leave the bed and get ready. I was happy that I’d brought my change of clothes after all. I saw my phone in my bag, and realized that I had turned it off as I was leaving my apartment and had never turned it back on.
I turned my phone on as I finished brushing my teeth. It was dead to the world unable to connect to anything. It was like having a really expensive pocket calendar and notepad in my hand for all it would do me without a connection.
I saw a landline by the seating area, and decided to use that to just check in with Corbin and Megan. Without my phone, I’d probably be late. I dialed Corbin, and she immediately answered.
“Troy.”
“Dude I’d never heard you be so detective-y before. Now I know why people are so afraid of you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Corbin didn’t yell. Her voice slashed over the line and felt close enough to slice me. “You’ve been missing for over a day and here you are calling like it’s no big deal? And what the fuck number are you calling from?”
Missing? Over a day? “Whoa, slow down. I don’t have a phone with me, and saw this landline. I don’t know what time it is.”
That seemed to calm her down a little. At least enough to get her back to cop-mode, her trusty go-to. “Vesper what day do you think it is?”
“Saturday. Well, I figured it was night time or something, so it could technically be Sunday morning?”
