Nothing was ordinary or dull. No whites or greys of dying reefs in today’s polluted seas but vibrant neon splashes of sea flora and fauna. Every way I looked, the flashes of life glittered and mirrored.
Lionfish and banded snakes, red crabs and waddling lobsters, puffer fish and graceful seahorses.
I never want to leave.
Sully had outdone himself.
Just when I thought this fantasy couldn’t be improved upon, a creature that only existed in storybooks swam into the cathedral crevice where I sat upon a shell and fishbone throne.
A hippocampus.
With the head and front legs of a horse and the serpentine tail of a fish, the hippocampus had been one of my favourite childhood myths. Said to pull Poseidon’s chariot into storms, be able to control tidal waves and tsunamis, and breathe firewater like dragons, it was a beast of burden and an unrivalled aquatic monster.
I held out my right hand as the beast swam closer, his muzzle snuffling my hand, blowing a string of bubbles up my arm. Its scales shone with opalescent beauty, its finned mane floating around inquisitive ears, and his gemstone eyes begged me to settle upon his back and go galloping through seafoam and crashing waves.
A noise sounded behind the hippocampus, stealing my attention as I looked up. The motion was quick and my marine body—that’d been designed for water life and all the perils that came with it—reacted with poise and power, shooting me from my throne into a graceful hover.
I felt the sway of sea eddies. Kicking my legs, I found no obstruction. I flew in the sea with just a thought.
“Sully...” I murmured as my gaze fell on the man behind the hippocampus. A man who dropped to his knees the moment our eyes locked.
“He’s a gift.” Sully motioned at the half-horse, half-fish beside me. “A gift for a sinful favour.”
I sank back down to my throne, never taking my eyes off him. Whatever internet site or book Sully had garnered his inspiration from was exquisite.
He was exquisite.
Naked, he swam slowly toward me before kneeling at my feet again. His skin glittered with iridescent scales over the sides of his waist, down his thighs, and over his toes. Scales also crowned his forehead and down his neck, continuing over his shoulders to a few glistening prisms on his fingers.
His dark hair swayed in the water. His blue eyes looked like sapphire pearls ripped straight from giant oysters, and his voice rippled through the water like sonar. The perfect pitch to make my nipples harden and belly quiver.
“What favour do you seek?” I asked, my hands curling as lust poured through me. My left hand tightened around a trident I hadn’t noticed, its magic humming against my palm.
I looked down at my body.
What avatar had he given me?
What powers did he bestow?
He himself was a man dressed in scales. His legs were that of a land creature. His bare cock just as perfect as it was on shore.
But me?
He’d given me fins along my thighs and calves. My scales flickered with silvers, pinks, and golds. My toes were longer and webbed, providing effortless power in my new domain while my bare body was gowned in a dress made entirely of bubbles, foam, and the sparkles of effervescence, all distorting water until it cloaked around me in blues, greens, and light.
Sully’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, drinking me in while he waited by my feet. “You surpass her in every way.”
“Who? Who do I surpass?”
“The goddess I based you off.”
“Which goddess?”
“Amphitrite, the goddess of the sea. Immortal, conjurer of creatures, wife of Poseidon, and mother to seals and dolphins.”
I brought my hand to my hair, touching the crown of coral, shells, and starfish. I wanted to ask Sully so many questions. I wanted him to teach me how to use imagination to sketch a fantasy that exceeded any reality I could picture, but I also couldn’t deny the power ebbing in my veins. A supernatural gift, given to a goddess of the sea, that swept me from who I’d been as Eleanor and ensured I became whoever Sully said I was.
I was Amphitrite. I was better and worse and neither.
I was his version of a mermaid, and pure desire coursed through me.
I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted to make him beg.
I wanted this to be real. To truly have the ability to breathe salt and command mythical monsters like the hippocampus.
Dropping my trident to the seafloor, I swiped my hand through the water. “Stand. You don’t have to bow to me.”
“But I do.” Sully’s head fell even lower, his torso bending over his scaled leg where he kneeled. “I bow because if I don’t, I’ll beg.”
“Beg for what?”
“For your attention.”
“But you have my attention. You have all of it. I’m mesmerized by what you’ve created here.”
“And I’m mesmerized by you.” He lifted his head, his gaze flashing with shadows from the deep. “I’m mesmerized enough to take what I so desperately want. I’m drunk on your beauty, and I’m running out of control.” His hand drifted to his bare cock, fisting himself. “I bow at your feet because I’m desperate to fuck you. I’m achingly hard to have you. I’m going fucking insane with the need to call you mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Not yet, you’re not. Not until my cock is deep inside you. Only then will you be mine in all realms. Shore and sea.”
I shivered, bubbles popping on my effervescent dress.
His voice had sound waves that stroked me. His honesty and hunger made me wet and throbbing.
The role-play he’d promised—the merman he’d conjured who would beg at an empress’s feet—made me slip into my own charade. Cocking my head, sending my hair floating around my head in kelp strands, I floated down the sandy stairs to the ocean floor where he kneeled. “And you think you’re worthy of fucking me?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But it doesn’t stop me from asking.”
“You can ask, but you won’t receive.”
“Deny me and I’ll stop asking. I’ll just take.” He gritted his teeth, the flash of iridescent scales on his cheeks and neck gleaming in the sea. “I asked politely. I gave you a gift.” He waved at the opal-shimmering hippocampus. “I know I’m not royal blood, but I do know what you need. Let me fuck you, and I’ll give you the best fucking release of your life.”
Snapping my fingers, I summoned my trident through the water. The golden magical fork skimmed toward me, settling into my palm with just a thought. “You don’t know what I need.”
“I do.” His nostrils flared as his hand worked his cock. Splices of reality invaded with myth. He might play a man pleading for mercy from a goddess he desired, but he was also my husband who knew exactly how to make me shatter. A husband who didn’t take no for an answer because he knew no was a lie. “Give in and let me pleasure you, Jinx. Keep denying me, and I’ll just straight up fuck you for my benefit.”
“You’d use me?”
“All goddamn night.”
“How? Tell me how you’d take me.”
His face contorted as he squeezed the tip of his cock. “You want graphic? I’ll give you graphic.” He shuddered, his voice turning into gravel. “Say no again and I’ll bend you over that throne and shove my cock inside you from behind. I’ll gag you so you can’t say no. I’ll ride you until you break and beg for more.”
His eyes flashed black. “And when you beg, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you tears and bruises and the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had. After you’ve come, I’ll force you to your knees and make you lick me clean. I’ll fuck your mouth all while you cry for more. I’ll tie you up in seaweed so you can’t get away and take my time torturing you.”
I ran a hand over my achy breast, making him stiffen. “And if I won’t let you have me?”
“Then I’ll die. I need to come. Now.”
“Then come.”
“Not until I
’m balls deep inside you.”
“Pleasure yourself in front of me,” I commanded. “Let me see you come, and I might consider letting you fuck me.”
He growled under his breath. “That’s how you want to play this?”
“I want to watch.” I licked my lips. “I want to see you punish yourself, so you’re worthy of touching me. I want to watch you come undone, all while you wish you were inside me and not on your knees.”
He snarled, his chest rising and falling with aggression. “You have a sadistic side, my filthy wife.”
“I have a curiosity.” I ran my fingers through his sea-waving hair. “You admitted to masturbating when I’m not there to please you. I want to see what you look like when you come by your own hand.”
“You want to see me come, Jinx? Fine.” His fingers tightened around his cock, his pace quickening as he masturbated. “I’ll come for you. I’ll show you how insane you make me. But the next time I blow, I’m going to be so far inside you, you’ll taste me as I spurt and coat you.”
“We’ll see.” I crossed my arms, the trident forming a protective shield between me and the sexual thirst rapidly infecting me.
My body ached and breasts throbbed.
My entire form trembled for the dirty things he’d promised.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the way he punished his body. How his fingers turned white as he thrust into his fist. How his balls drew up tight and hard against his body. How his scaled belly clenched with muscle that made my teeth ache to bite.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” he growled, his hand moving faster.
“Watching you is making me wet.”
“Show me,” he snarled.
We were caught in a vortex of need, a water funnel where lust swirled and drowned us. Stepping toward him, I boldly raised my leg and placed my foot on his scaled shoulder.
His eyes locked between my legs, drinking in my bareness, my sexuality, my desire.
“Christ.” His head fell back as he worked himself harder. “You’re killing me.”
“Touch me. See for yourself how wet I am.”
His free hand swooped up. He didn’t prepare me for touch. He didn’t skim up my thigh or caress my knee in request. He cupped me hard. His thumb pressed against my clit, and his fingers pushed against my drenched entrance.
“Motherfucking God—” He came with a tattered groan.
He jerked on his knees as pearls of white shot from the top of his cock and hovered in the ocean. A string of cum jettisoned into the sea as his body purged and spiralled with bliss.
My entire body hummed. My skin became hypersensitive. My clit pulsed for a similar release.
Sully tore his eyes open, his mouth parted as he breathed hard. Never looking away from me, he inserted two fingers deep within me, spearing fast and ruthless. “Jealous, Jinx?”
“Insanely.” I clenched around his touch, wobbling on one leg, holding my trident for balance. “Desperately.”
“Want my cock?”
I bit my lip, moaning thanks to his seducing claim. “Yes.”
He smiled savagely. “Told you, you’d be begging for it.”
Most of me wanted to fall into his spell and give myself to him. But the part still wanting to play, rebelled against his cocky assurance that I was his to take.
Not yet.
I’m having too much fun.
With tattered self-control, staying in the game for just a little longer, I grabbed his wrist, and stilled his fingers inside me. Looking down my nose at him, I breathed, “You’re the one begging. Look at you. On your knees, starving to be inside me. You’re hungry and only I can feed you...if I feel like you’ve pleaded enough.”
“You’re on dangerous ground, Jinx.” He growled, his fingers driving into me, despite my restriction. “And you’re right. I am starving. I’m so fucking hungry for you. And the longer you deny me, the thinner my self-control becomes.”
“Let me go.”
“Not gonna happen.” he snapped. “Not until you’re boneless on my cock.”
“And I won’t be on your cock unless I permit it.” I tried to swim away but he trapped my raised leg, keeping me locked. He knocked my trident away; it sank to the sand beside him.
“One last time, Jinx. I will beg on my goddamn knees one last time.” He slid his fingers out of me, spreading my wetness over my clit, mingling with seawater and sending sparks through my bloodstream. “My cock is hard. I’m not sated. I won’t be satisfied until I’m balls deep inside you and you shatter as I fuck you.” His eyes flashed and the scales on his jaw glittered with darkness. “Give me permission. Say I’m allowed to fuck you.”
I shivered.
I loved the power he gave me, all while adoring the knowledge he would take me, regardless of my consent. He would consume me, corrupt me, and make me cry in so many delicious ways.
Running my fingers through his waterlogged hair, I smiled a stiff royal smile. “You don’t deserve to fuck me yet, husband.”
His lips pulled back in a full snarl. “Christ, you’re going to pay for that.” Ripping his fingers from clit, he wrapped his arm around my waist, snatched me off my feet, and shoved me onto the seafloor. “I’m done begging, wife. I warned you what would happen if you denied me.”
His hands roamed my body.
His mouth slammed onto mine.
An inquisitive plankton flittered over to investigate just as Sully kicked to press his body on top of mine and mounted with sudden ferocity.
He took me.
Swift, savage, sudden.
“Oh, shit!” I moaned.
His cock stretched and impaled me.
I cried out as my back bowed and every cell inside me locked onto where we were joined.
“Feel that, Jinx?” He rode me with no finesse or rhythm. “I’m that fucking hard because of you. Because of you refusing me. Making me get on my knees as if I don’t deserve you.” He rutted single-mindedly into me as if he’d taken elixir by accident and now his heart was failing unless he came again and again. “Say it, Eleanor. Say I fucking deserve you.”
Words were as useless as flotsam while I was being so thoroughly ridden by my soul-mate.
“Eleanor.” His teeth latched onto my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Say what I want to hear.”
“You do deserve me.”
He thrust harder. “How much?”
“So much.”
“And you accept your punishment? You finally give me permission to fuck you?” He plunged quick and sharp, a heady groan rumbling in his throat.
That was a noise of ecstasy.
I echoed it. “You have permission. God, Sully, you have permission every day of our lives.”
He drove up, striking the barrier of me. “Feel that?”
“Yes. Hell, yes.”
“That’s me claiming you all over again. You. Belong. To. Me.”
“I do.”
“I will beg, lie, cheat, and steal if you request it of me but deny me again and I will fuck you until you remember who you married.”
I scratched his back, my mind liquid with lust. “And who did I marry?”
He grinned with pure depravity. “A monster who will do anything to be inside you.”
“A monster who will even beg.” I moaned.
He half-chuckled, half-groaned. “Well played.” He added pressure and pain. “And now, it’s your turn.” His pace turned downright animalistic and I went with him. “Beg me, Eleanor.”
We clawed and fought.
We rolled and kicked up sand as we battled to get closer.
We turned off the human parts of our souls and embraced the beasts within.
“I need you to make me come,” I cried out as he teased and tormented.
“Beg again and I’ll see if I’m in the giving mood.” His hips drove into mine.
“Sully.” I slashed at his ass, yanking him deeper into me. “I need you. I need your cock, your heart, your desire. I need you to fuck me. I’m begging.�
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“Shit, you drive me insane.” He kissed me. Teeth clacking against teeth and hands mauling at skin.
The sea kept us buoyant even as we waged war against each other; our bodies bouncing off the sand before spiralling into bubbles the longer we thrust and mated.
The bubbles of my dress popped, one by one, disintegrating under his possession until I was as naked as him. Our kiss was full of salt as we tasted ocean and each other. Our tongues duelled as our bodies continued their feral assault. The hippocampus swam above us, the powerful swishes of his tail buffeting us as we lost ourselves to sex.
Thanks to Sully’s masturbation show and the words he’d chained around me with lusty fire, I lasted mere seconds until his promises of breaking me happened.
The pressure in my womb spiralled and churned, building and building, cresting with each of his savage thrusts. His pelvis hit my clit, again and again, shoving me off the mountain and ensuring I fell headfirst into euphoria.
I came in long milking waves full of stars and salt, clutching his cock inside me. I bound both of us together with inner muscles and the knowledge that we belonged to each other forever and always.
And when I finally opened my eyes and returned to a reality that was distorted by sensors and fables, I blinked into the eyes of a merman who’d well and truly proven that begging wasn’t his strong suit.
He’d taken me with rawness and violence.
He kissed me with worship and reverence.
Rolling his hips, he ensured I was very aware he still possessed me, body and soul. “This is what happens when you say no to me.”
I smiled and stretched beneath him. “In that case, I’ll have to say no more often.”
He smirked. “You’ll be black and blue. People will talk.”
“Let them.” I reached up and pulled his head back down to mine.
My lips captured his and the familiar conduction of power and chemistry shot from his mouth to mine. No matter how many years passed or how many times we fell into bed together, that electricity never faded.
It burned hot enough to heat entire cities. It crackled strong enough to power a thousand yachts.
It would keep us linked for eternity.
Chapter Eleven
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