by LJ Vickery
“Now, we’ll work on the third part of this triumvirate.” He drew an additional clamp from his hand, and although he tried to remain detached and in pure Dom mode, she heard his rapid heartbeat with her newly enhanced goddess hearing. Their play was having the same effect on him as it was on her. It went beyond any pleasure either had ever known. She tuned in further to their shared connection, and his cock throbbed in time to the pulsations deep within her channel.
She let the connection go for the moment, concentrating on the third clip, which could only be for her clit. She shivered as he parted her soft pubic hair and exposed the sensitive nub. Absu set it into place and tightened it delightfully. The twinge tunneled into her core and he hissed.
Ahh. Her god had felt that. Charlie shivered in pleasure. She didn’t need to see his cock bob under his loincloth to know that he was in the throes of passion as well.
And when he joined the third clip to the chain of the nipple clamps and drew them away from her body like a taught bowstring, every part of her verged on explosion at the insistent tug.
“Now. With these in place, let’s see if you can accommodate my big cock, as well. What say you?” He pulled the chain ever more tautly.
“Yes, sir. Yes.” Charlie allowed her unbridled joy to reverberate in the agreement she nearly screamed.
Absu’s eyes grew heavy lidded in response, and with his free hand he dropped his loincloth to stand glorious and proud before her. His staff swelled purple with need. He bent to whisper in her ear, “I must beg your pardon that this session will be short. I find, in our newly mated state, that I am brought to a rapid state of arousal.”
She looked at his cock and wetness glistened at its pulsating tip.
“And I must be assuaged,” he told her.
The naughty equipment, juxtaposed by his proper English, made Charlie pant with renewed lust. She groaned, unable to hold her vocalizations back, but far from chastising her for her noise, Absu leaned forward and stole the sound with a deep kiss.
“You are forever mine, Charlie,” he declared imperiously as he drew back.
She felt his foot came down hard on the pedal beneath, bringing the chair to just the right height for his cock, leaving Charlie well spread and completely saturated for him. He stepped forward and impaled her with one stiff thrust. Charlie felt within seconds of shattering, but Absu whispered again.
“You will not come,” he hissed, a short yank on the chain accompanying his words. “If you come before I tell you, I will remove you from the chair and redden your bottom for disobedience.” His words, rather than discourage her ardor, fanned the flames even higher. She bit her lip and felt a flush spread across her chest, but she managed to hold back, the still functioning part of her brain hoping he’d climax quickly, so she could follow.
He thrust his cock smoothly in and out of her wet pussy, each stroke accompanied by a pluck of the chain. She knew Absu could feel the tightening of her sheath around him, could feel the pent-up arousal inside of her. She shared awareness of his torment, his cock at the point of explosion, and his balls rucked up tight and aching, ready for release.
The mutual arousal made him relent on his previous order.
“You will come in a moment, my sweet,” he growled, dropping the chain to unclip the nipple clamps. The blood rushed back to her peaks painfully as he traded one for his fingers and one for his mouth. He popped her nipple free and grabbed her hips.
“Now,” he commanded, holding himself back no longer. He quaked and thrust, digging his fingers into her flesh. She watched, wide eyed as he exploded inside her with a mighty roar.
She peaked a second later. The vivid sensations swirled between them like a vortex and had her screaming his name. He rammed into her, still pumping, still spurting, until his chin came down to rest on her head.
Charlie spoke first. “Oh my gods. That was…amazing,” she whispered, small pulses deep inside her pussy still teasing her around Absu’s cock.
He chuckled. “I agree, little one.” He moaned. “I take it you like your wedding present?”
“I really do,” she admitted. “And I can see spending quite a bit of time down here,” she purred, sated and boneless.
He blew out a sound of what appeared to be frustration.
“What?” she questioned. “We aren’t going to use the room a lot?”
“From what I hear, there’s a sign-up sheet.” He groused. “We have exclusive use of it for our honeymoon, after which it becomes everyone’s playroom.”
Charlie tightened her inner muscles purposely around him. “Then it looks like we might have to take advantage of the time we have.” She perused the wall of paddles with a speculative eye.
“Oh, Charlie.” Absu pulsed within her. “Your wish is my command.”
Epilogue
From the top floor of the cottage, Bee-Dee awoke. A slight commotion had erupted outside on the lawn. Bleary eyed from the late-night festivities for Absu and Charlie, Obedience yawned, donned her robe, and went to see what had awoken her. She rubbed her eyes and blinked. Really?
Kulla and one of the invisible gods―to whom she was privy due to her full witchiness―tromped around in the leaves just peeking through the snow after a spate of warm days. What the hell were they doing? Bee-Dee narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Kulla carried what could only be a surveyor’s wheel, and was rolling it back and forth in great swaths, while every few steps taking notes. The invisible god―she could tell it was Ninurta now―had that thingy that land surveyors placed on a tripod, peering through it at gods knows what. They both looked quite intent on their task, and unaware they had an audience.
She tapped her lip with one pink painted nail. Obedience had seen the determined look on Kulla’s face last night, and his displeasure when she’d continued to weave a spell around herself that let him get no closer than ten feet. She’d known he wouldn’t just sit back and leave her alone. But what the hell was he up to?
Kulla’s task―he sprayed orange markings onto the ground―was a curiosity at best, and she tried to tell herself, nothing at all to worry about.
Obedience went back to bed, but not back to sleep.
About the Author
LJ Vickery began writing when the muses in her antique farmhouse wouldn’t let her be. She found success writing historical fiction before creating the band of immortals who led her into paranormal romance. When she’s not writing she practices Chinese medicine, keeps books for a contracting firm, and grows organic vegetables. LJ lives in a charming seacoast town, south of Boston, with her husband, two children, a dog, two cats and one intrepid fish who keeps the fish-tank from being retired.
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