Conquering the Goddess

by Lucy Eden

  "Fuck, you're so beautiful." He groaned, and I felt his tongue trail through the cracks of my ass, over my dripping slit, between my lips, and over my clitoris. My legs jerked involuntarily as a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I felt his hands spread and hold my legs steady as he licked and sucked at my pussy, slowly at first then building into a frenzy. His tongue was probing my entire nether regions, leaving no stone unturned. My body jerked and twisted in response. An explosion was imminent.

  He slipped a finger in my twitching entrance, growling as he felt the resistance of my virginity. He withdrew his finger, and his licking became more frenzied. He began flicking my clitoris with his tongue, pausing every few seconds to give it a gentle sucking kiss before diving in again. After the third kiss, my body couldn't handle anymore. I clamped my thighs around his ears and let out a guttural scream. He kept up the frenzy of his movements, tasting me throughout my climax. Waves of pleasure gave way to involuntary jerks and spasms as my orgasm subsided.

  I tried to push myself into an upright position, temporarily forgetting about my aching hand. I attempted to support my weight with it and fell back onto the desk winching in pain. Grant jumped up and took my wrist in hands.

  “Hey, hey. Take it easy, slugger.” He helped me up to a sitting position and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. “We need to get that hand looked at.” He caressed my face with his hand. I grabbed it and slowly sucked my juices off of the finger he had inside me. His mouth widened into a sexy grin. I’ve never been so turned on and uninhibited in my life.

  “My dirty little goddess…” I grabbed the back of his head with my uninjured hand and pulled his face towards mine. Our mouths crashed together as our tongues greedily explored each other. He tangled his fingers in my hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling as close to me as possible.

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. We ignored it. The knock came again, more persistent.

  “What!” Grant yelled, his hands still entangled in my hair. I began to nibble on his chin.

  "It's Gwen, sir. The provisions you requested are here, and so is Dr. Walker."

  He sighed testily, and I recognized the look of annoyance from our first meeting. This time I didn't mind it as much as I watched him straighten himself before taking one last peek between my thighs before smoothing my dress over my legs.

  “Come in,” He called over his shoulder to the closed door, then to me, and me alone he whispered, “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Grant

  Gwen rushed in with her ever-present tablet and four people. Three people were carrying trays of food and drinks. The last to enter was Dr. Evelyn Walker. She had been my family physician since I was a child. Sometimes my mother could afford to pay her, and sometimes she couldn't, but she never turned us away. When I started WinterCorp., I hired her as our private family physician and fully funded a free clinic in the downtown district where she occasionally spends time. She's on the board of the Phillipa Winters’ Memorial Fund. I knew she’d be at the gala, but she didn’t know I would.

  “Grant!” She exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you.” She planted two air kisses on my cheek. “First things, first. Where’s my patient?”

  “Hi, Dr. Evie.” I placed a protective hand on the small of Athena’s back before taking her left hand in mine and interlocking our fingers. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by the doctor. “Here she is.” I watched as Dr. Walker gently take Athena's hand into hers. I saw the look of pain on her face as Dr. Walker poked and prodded her delicate little hand. She looked at me and gave me a small smile, and I knew two things at that moment; she was completely and utterly mine, and Tim Graves would regret the day he ever caused my little goddess pain.

  "That's quite a right hook, young lady." Dr. Walker said as she wrapped Athena's hand in an ace bandage. "Nothing is broken. You'll have some bruising and swelling but keep it wrapped and on ice, and you should be fine." She gently patted Athena's newly bandaged hand, then smiled and added, "and no prize fights for at least a week. Walk me out, Grant." I slowly released my grip on Athena's hand. It felt wrong not to be touching her.

  “She’s beautiful.” Dr. Walker whispered as I led her to the door. “And she’s a fighter. Reminds me of someone else.” She winked as I held the door open for her.

  “Thank you, Dr. Evie.” I kissed her cheek.

  "And thank Athena," I gave her a puzzled look, "This might be the most exciting gala we've ever had, and I haven't seen you this happy in years." She patted my cheek. For an instant, I was eight years old again.

  “Sir,” Gwen said as Dr. Walker exited,”speaking of excitement, we need to talk about tonight’s events.”

  “Gwen, I'm perfectly confident you can handle anything that comes up tonight. We can discuss everything tomorrow.” I glanced at Athena, who was wrapping her ruby red lips around a strawberry unaware that she was being watched. I felt my pants tighten and maybe thought tomorrow wouldn't be enough time. “Call for a car. I'm taking Athena…”

  "Sir, I don't think a car would appropriate." She sighed deeply. "Word has leaked about the… incident. The press is everywhere. Security is doing their best, but all of the entrances are swarmed. I think you need to make a statement…" Gwen was probably right. She usually is, but there was no way I was leaving Athena alone and thinking of Tim made me too angry.

  Gwen seemed to be reading my mind. She sighed and began a tapping flurry on the screen of her tablet. Finally, she looked up.

  “Ok. I'll be meeting with the board, legal and PR. Evelyn can make the statement. Your helicopter will arrive in thirty minutes. I'll schedule a briefing for you first thing in the morning.” She glanced at Athena. “I'll try to keep it as short as possible.”

  "Gwen," I put my hand on her shoulder, and she looked up at me. "Thank you."

  “You're quite welcome, sir.” Her face flushed slightly as she turned to leave. She held the door open for the wait staff as they silently filed out. “Tim Graves had it coming. I never cared for that man.”

  With the faint click of the door, I was once again alone with my little goddess, who had moved on to grapes. She was slowly sliding them into her mouth one at a time, withdrawing her lingering fingertips. My cock was hard as a rock, and I began to massage it outside of my pants to try to quell the ache I felt. Thirty minutes was too long to wait. I needed to be inside her.

  "I think I should be doing that." Athena reached for me with her uninjured hand and pulled me close to her. She slid her hand over my chest, down my stomach with her fingers rippling over every muscle. She gently moved my hand from where it was clamped around my hardiness, slowly pumping up and down through my pants. Her hand smoothed over my shaft, and I felt my entire groin tighten.

  "It's so big." She whispered to herself before unbuttoning my pants and letting them fall to the floor. My boxer briefs followed, and my cock burst forth unencumbered. I don't ever remember being this turned on until she dropped to her knees and wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft and slowly moved it up and down. My little goddess began planting tiny kisses on the head of my cock causing it twitch. I was starting to weaken from the pleasure. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

  Tiny beads of clear fluid began leaking from my tip, and she lapped it up greedily causing me to lean on the desk for support. I felt the fingernails on her right hand gently stroking my balls as she continued to stroke my manhood with her left. I groaned with the effort of trying to stop myself from exploding, but nothing had ever felt this good. She closed her entire mouth around the head of my penis, and I could feel her tongue encircling the tip as her head slid back and forth taking more and more of myself into her. My hands flew to her fiery locks, and I entangled my fingers in the lustrous waves as I felt the orgasm building.

  “I’m gonna cum." I groaned. I looked down at her, she returned my gaze, and we locked eyes. Her look of pure lust and desire sent me over the edge. My whole body tightened as I shot ropes of hot cum in
to her open mouth. She swallowed each one, never loosening her grip as she milked me for every drop. I had to steady myself as I was breathing heavily and my heart was slamming itself again my ribcage. I had never cum like that from a blowjob. Maybe it was the person giving the blowjob.

  Athena was still sitting at my feet with her injured hand place carefully on her lap, and the emerald green gown was billowing at her sides. She was wiping her lips with the back of the other; her face flushed. I bent down picked her up and placed her on the nearby sofa before pouring her a glass of champagne and handed it to her. I scooped a handful of ice into a linen napkin and rested it on her bandaged hand. Every instinct I had told me to take her right then and there, but the helicopter would arrive any second and I wanted to take my time. I couldn't believe she was a virgin and all mine. Her first time was going to be unforgettable and soon.

  I dressed, sat beside her on the couch, and slid my arm around the small of her back. Athena responded by curling herself against my body, resting her head on my shoulder and stretching her arm across my chest. I leaned over, kissed the top of her head and stroked her crimson hair while we sat in silence, waiting for the helicopter.

  Athena

  The helicopter ride was surreal. This entire night seemed like a chapter from a book about someone else's life. True, I've ridden in a helicopter before, but I've never worn a designer gown, attended an elite charity gala, punched a man the throat, been rescued by a billionaire who I was sure hated me, then been given a mind-blowing orgasm by the mouth of the said billionaire. I had also never even done what I did to that man to anyone else.

  It felt so exciting and confusing. The only thing I was sure of was that I wanted this man, in every sense of the word. Yes, he was incredibly sexy, but he wasn't the Grant Winters whom I'd encountered less than a week ago. He instantly made me feel safer than I had in years. That way he protected me as if I did belong to him. Maybe I did. Perhaps I've belonged to him since he laid eyes on me in his office. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him, and by his admission, he hasn’t been able to get his mind off of me either. Does that mean he also belongs to me?

  I had never felt this way about anyone before. I barely knew this man, but it felt so right. There was this spark that ignited in his office and though I spent the week trying to ignore it burst into a flame the moment he swept me off my feet and whisked me across that ballroom. I couldn't keep my hands or my mouth off of him. I wanted a closeness that I'd never experienced.

  I slipped my little hand into his large one as I watched the Washington ballroom shrink from my window. The entire city and all of its problems seemed to disappear as we soared above. I looked over at Grant who was focused on the landscape unfolding underneath us, but when he noticed me watching him, he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

  “Are you alright, love?" I felt a familiar swooping feeling in my stomach with the word love. "Helicopters can take some getting used to."

  “My dad used to take me for helicopter rides.” I was trying not shout into the mouthpiece attached from my headphones, suddenly remembering how hard it was to regulate the volume of your voice when wearing one of those things. "The first time, I was about six, and they only had headphones for adults, so I had to hold them only my head the whole time." Memories of my dad came rushing in, and I reflexively reached for his tags with my bandaged hand, which had admittedly started throbbing from the altitude but I wasn't going to tell Grant.

  He squeezed my uninjured hand and kissed it again as I stared out the window willing the tears that had formed in my eyes not to fall. Suddenly, I saw a building I recognized.

  “Where are we going?” I called into my mouthpiece.

  “I’m taking you home.” He called back. He was now caressing the back of my hand with his thumb.

  “But, we just passed my apartment building.”

  “You don’t live there anymore.”

  I turned to face him, or as much as my seat belt would allow. He was wearing that sexy grin that made me melt. His eyebrows were raised as if he were asking me a question or waiting for me to protest. I knew my answer and protesting wasn’t an option I would consider.

  A smile began to spread across my face that I couldn’t suppress as I watched the building that housed my tiny apartment grow smaller and smaller as I wondered if I’d ever see it again.

  Grant

  Athena hadn’t uttered a word for the rest of the helicopter ride. I knew I’d taken a risk by moving her in with me, but letting her out of my sight was not an option, never again. My mother raised me by herself with an idea of true love that never believed existed until the day I met Athena.

  My mother, Phillipa Davenport came from a wealthy family but she gave it all up for my father and I. He was on leave from the army, and they met at a local bar. My mother said it was love at first sight. They married in Vegas that weekend, she was disinherited, and I came along nine months later. Eight years after that my father died in a combat mission, and it was just the two of us. She never remarried; never even dated.

  The widow's pension helped but it wasn't enough to cover private schools and extracurricular activities. My mom was a fighter; smart as a whip and tough as hell. She worked three jobs, found every scholarship and called in every favor to get me into all of the best schools. When I graduated, she emptied her savings account and mortgaged her house so I could start WinterCorp without an ounce of doubt. When I became successful, the first thing I did was retire her and give her access to anything she could ever need. But all she ever wanted was to see me happy and settled with a "nice girl."

  When she first got sick, she did her best to hide it from me. She coordinated her treatment with Dr. Evie, and I was none the wiser for years. The way I discovered her secret, which was typical of my mother, was when my accountant alerted me to large expenditures for medical expenses, like in the millions.

  In addition to her cancer treatments, Mom had been paying for treatments and personal expenses for twelve other women. She just couldn't help herself. The woman who raised me couldn't stand to see others in need and do nothing. When I confronted her, I didn't give a damn about the money. She could've spent every dime I had. I was furious that she had been sick for so long and didn't tell me. Not wanting me to worry and keeping my focus on the company was her excuse. She had already exhausted every treatment option, and it was clear the end was coming.

  I took a leave of absence, basically leaving the company in Gwen's hands, except for weekly teleconferences. Dr. Evie and I took Mom to her beach house I bought her to celebrate WinterCorp going public, and we spent the next three months making her as comfortable as possible. She went quietly in her sleep, holding a photo of my father, clutching his dog tags to her chest and smiling.

  But Mom had one last secret; her parents passed away and left her the bulk of their fortune. Their lawyer only found me after he saw her obituary in the paper. I used every penny to start the Philippa Winters Memorial Fund.

  I took her death hard and threw myself into work. In the years since her loss, I've tripled my net worth. I gobbled up corporations like Pac Man. Relationships of any kind didn't interest me. I didn't feel like there was anyone I could trust and I shut out the ones I could. I didn't realize how far I've slipped until a tiny spitfire with red hair knocked me on my ass. God, Mom would've loved Athena, and she would have hated the man I've become since she's been gone, but that's all changed tonight.

  “You live in The Strathmore?” She called as we made our descent on the helipad.

  "Just the top three floors. I wanted to be close to the office."

  “Mission accomplished.”

  “Don’t be a smart ass. I still owe you a punishment.”

  "Is that a promise?" She shot me a sexy, mischievous grin. I jumped out, ran over to her side, lifted her out of the cabin and ran inside with her squealing and giggling in my arms.

  I laid her down on the leather couch in my largest sitting room and sat besi
de her, just staring at her. She was bewitchingly lovely. Her long red hair was tousled from the helicopter ride. The emerald green dress billowed around her legs; the slit opened fully exposing both of her long gorgeous legs and the shadow of the womanhood that I could still taste. Instead of the combat boots from our first meeting, she wore a pair of delicate emerald green sandals with a long thin heel. They were sexy as hell and showcased her beautiful delicate feet with perfect toes I wanted to kiss. I wanted to kiss every inch of her, slowly and carefully. I wanted to take my time with her, and we'd have all the time in the world.

  I drew a bubble bath and prepared dinner while waiting for the tub to fill. I had a personal chef, but Mom & I would never have survived if I didn't learn to cook and besides, I enjoyed it. As a kid, it was a way to feel close to her.

  I slid the roasting pan in the oven and went to check on my love. She had fallen asleep. It was the most heavenly thing I'd ever seen. She had curled her legs protectively around her bandaged hand while her left left hand was tucked under her cheek. A few wavy crimson tendrils had fallen across her face, swaying back and forth as she breathed deeply. I could’ve watched her all night.

  Instead, I turned off the oven and the bath. I scooped up my sleeping beauty and carried her my bedroom, our bedroom. I pulled back the covers and laid her down. While searching my closet, for something more comfortable for her to sleep in, I made an interesting discovery. One of my drawers was slightly ajar. Inside I found a brand new hairbrush, toothbrush and a gift box containing a long emerald green nightgown and matching robe. My first inclination was that Gwen was being efficient as usual by calling ahead having these things placed here in anticipation of our arrival. However something about the gown and robe struck me as familiar; the color, the feel, and specific design elements. This lingerie was designed by the same person who created Athena's dress. And if that was true, then that meant Gwen had been playing matchmaker. She invited Athena to the gala and had a gown custom made. Athena couldn't have known. She seemed just as surprised to see me as I was to see her. I would have to remember to have a talk with my executive secretary about a promotion and raise.