Cupid Daddy

by Hart, Allysa

  Then she scoffed. “What are you staring at anyways? Cat got your tongue?”

  I didn’t know where the cat came in, as last I checked we had been talking about mice. But it didn’t matter anyway. I breathed a sigh of relief, and wondered, not for the first time, if she was immune to the pheromones. Besides our little kiss the yesterday, she certainly seemed to be. Either that, or she had epic amounts of adrenaline flowing through her body from all our mental and physical sparring. Adrenaline could sometimes counteract the effects of the pheromones.

  I could have come up with a comeback on the fly, despite not knowing what she was talking about with the cats, but our little battle of wits had continued long enough and I was about to put an end to it. For today anyway.

  “I was just trying to decide, whether to give you a hug and thank you for the present, or do what I really want to do, and turn you over my knee and teach you a lesson.”

  “Don’t you dare touch me,” she growled.

  I didn’t. Nor had I planned to. I barely refrained from scratching my head at the unexpected threat that had left my lips.

  Where had that come from?

  Of course once I said it, I couldn’t take it back, and the thought of her plump heart-shaped ass splayed across my lap, twitching under the palm of my hand while she squirmed and cried out and begged me to stop had me struggling to keep my arrow from going erect under my slacks. I had spanked many a lovely ass in my day, but always for pleasure never for punishment, and always because they had wanted me to.

  This woman drove me crazy, in every sense of the word.

  I fully expected her to slap me again, as a reaction to my insane and presumptuous comments, and I braced myself as she rushed toward me, closing the distance between us.

  I couldn’t discern the nuances of her expression and I wondered if she might punch me this time, instead of slap me. My little lover was a violent little minx.

  She didn’t slap or punch me. She hurled her body at mine, wrapping the fingers of one hand in my hair while her other hand gripped my waist possessively.

  She hit me with such force I fell back, giving an oof of pain as my back slammed against the brick wall.

  Her lips pushed hard against mine in a kiss that was demanding and desperate.

  What in the hell just happened?

  Oh. The pheromones.

  I should probably fight this.

  I don’t want to.

  I might be a god, but my mortal desires kicked in, and I shoved my fists into her hair, grabbing the shiny auburn locks by the handful.

  I told myself it was only a kiss, nothing we haven’t done before, but before I had even finished the thought, I lifted her shirt over her head, and threw it down to the floor.

  Her fingers worked the small buttons of my dress shirt, and she was too slow. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel her fingers on my chest, dragging through the curly hairs that decorated my pectoral muscles. I grabbed the collar of my shirt on each side, and pulled, ripping the shirt down the middle, and sending buttons flying across the room.

  The move shocked her, and for a brief moment, her lips left mine.

  Her eyes widened, and I thought to myself that this was it. The spell had been broken and she was going to slap me now.

  Instead, she muttered, “wow” , and let me kiss her softly. Her hands dropped to my waist as she began to fumble with my belt buckle.

  I opened my eyes. The blinds were open, and people were walking by on the sidewalk. I realized belatedly that the door was unlocked and business hours were looming.

  Scooting away from the wall, I grabbed her under her ass, lifting her legs to bend at the knees and wrap around my waist.

  Then I backed up again and slid slowly down the wall so that she was straddling my lap, and our bodies were hidden from view behind my oversized desk.

  She didn’t react to the shift in position, but gave a triumphant cry when she managed to free my belt from its loops and unbutton my fly.

  Reaching inside the flap of my pants, Bekah wrapped her hand around my cock. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and I wasn’t sure if it came from her or me.

  She was impatient, scooting the fabric of my slacks and boxers down my hips until I was sitting bare assed on the cold tile floor.

  This is wrong. So wrong. Abort mission. Cease and desist.

  My conscience screamed at me, as she began to work her magic on my cock, stroking it slowly up and down in her tight little fist.

  I focused my gaze on her pretty red nails, and tried to shut up the angel on my shoulder, but it didn’t work.

  This was the wrong direction to take in the process of claiming her as mine. I knew it instinctively, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it.

  In my Cupid form, sex had never felt this way. Sure it had been good, and satisfying and scratched the eternal male itch, but it had never felt like the simple act of having a woman jack me off was squeezing my heart in a vice, threatening to shatter it into a million pieces.

  I watched wordlessly as she shifted in my lap, pushing her skirt up, and shoving her stockings and panties down. She lifted her body so that she was up on her knees, with her wet pussy balanced above my erect cock. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and I could tell she had dissociated herself from the scenario, and from me. I was, at this point, as she sat perched to impale herself with my thick arrow, simply a means to an end, with the end being the powerful orgasm I was going to make sure she had.

  She smiled at me, a sloppy drunken-looking smile, and shoved her wetness down onto me.

  I recognized the glazed look in her eyes, and winced. The pheromones. Once my arrow was exposed they were ten times stronger than usual, making any woman within a hundred feet of me crazy with desire and lust.

  It was precisely why I had not meant for this to happen.

  I closed my eyes as her pussy walls contracted around me.

  Hot damn. She felt good, fitting perfectly, like our bodies had been created for one another.

  She began to rock back and forth on my lap, thrusting her hips forward and backward as she rode me. She was euphoric and giggly, cupping my face in her hands, and leaning in to steal greedy kisses.

  “You’re so sexy,” she muttered, with her lips pressed against mine. “So gorgeous, and charming, and I really wanted to hate you. But your beautiful green eyes, and these perfect lips, and those muscles that bulge in all the right places. I can’t hate you right now.”

  “Well that’s good,” I whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear, praying that the euphoria would last past the time she was attached to my body by way of her pussy on my cock. “I don’t want you to hate me.”

  “I can’t,” she said seriously. Well, her tone was serious, but her expression was comical as she peered down at the base of my cock.

  “I really like this.”

  “This? What’s this?”

  “This!” she wrapped her fingers around the very base, and jerked my cock hard while it was still inside of her. “This love stick. It’s very nice. And big. And thick. It fits me, and it feels good.”

  Wow. These pheromones seemed to be abnormally strong, or she was more susceptible to their powers than most.

  “It likes you too,” I whispered, grabbing her hips, and guiding her back and forth on my lap, slowly at first, and then increasing speed when she moaned.

  That did the trick of lulling her from her giggly drugged state, into one of frenzied passion.

  Her feet were flat on the floor as she gyrated against me with wild abandon. She was concerned only with her own pleasure, and watching her take what she needed was turning me on. I wrapped my arms around her, gripping her back, digging my nails gently into the freckled skin.

  The little bit of pain seemed to drive her wild and her face morphed into something primal and indescribable as she pushed toward the looming orgasm.

  The clock on the wall chimed as it struck nine, and I held my breath, waiting for her to come, praying she w
ould get there before the first wave of clients got here.

  Her body spasmed as she screamed out, riding an orgasm that seemed to last way longer than normal.

  When it finally passed, she collapsed against my chest for a full minute, then calmly pulled herself off of me, tugged up her panties and stockings, righted her skirt, and ran her fingers through her hair.

  The glazed daze left her eyes as I quickly pulled up my own boxers and slacks, hurrying to fasten them. My shirt was ruined, but I had a whole wardrobe in a back closet.

  I stood as she did, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. She turned her face sharply, dodging my affection, and I sighed.

  Back to square one.

  Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she made her exit.

  She paused at the door, and said the one sentence that was the last thing I had been expecting to hear.

  “You better prank me tomorrow, you big jerk. It’s your turn, and forfeiting is not acceptable.”

  Chapter 7

  Rebekah

  Walking across the street felt like doing the walk of shame back in college after a wild one night stand with a frat guy who later ended up being my roommate’s boyfriend.

  Only this one was way worse. I wasn’t a college kid anymore, and there had been no jello shots or beer bongs involved in my poor decision making.

  Just a couple of mice, a hard-up vagina and sheer stupidity.

  Pulling the door to my shop open, I was grateful for the fact that I wasn’t expecting clients and didn't expect to get any. Of course, across the street they were lining up like he was giving away $100 bills with every match.

  I went in, and locked the door behind me, collapsing on the fancy chaise lounge I had purchased for the front reception area.

  My heart was racing, and my pussy was pulsing and tingling. My whole body felt clammy and shaky, and I was filled with self loathing. I sat up with a start, placed my elbows on my knees, and buried my face in my hands.

  “Bekah,” I moaned, angry at myself. “What in the hell was that?”

  “A hate fuck.” I answered myself, astonished at the way the tension seemed to melt away when I said the words aloud. “That was a total hate fuck and now that I got it out of my system I can focus again.”

  I stood up and stretched. The mice may have failed me, but there was plenty where that came from.

  As soon as I can come up with another idea.

  But now was the time to fight fire with fire. I needed to figure out how to get my clients back. I thought about all of the customers that had walked into my shop lonely and hopeless and walked out with a successful match. I had history in this town and I wasn’t going to let the shiny new toy across the road take my legacy away from me.

  Hopping on my computer I quickly crafted a sale sign and sent it off to the office store to be printed. Then I sent some emails to happy clients promising them some referral benefits that I could not afford, but if I could get some momentum back then maybe I would be able to save this mess.

  I smiled to myself. “This is exactly the drive I needed to light a fire under this business again. Thanks for that Mr. Greek-god.”

  My pussy spasmed.

  Dammit, don’t think about him and his magical cock.

  His cock is not magical, you are desperate.

  I’m not desperate.

  You’re arguing with yourself.

  I growled.

  “Everything okay, Bekah?” Kimmy asked. I looked up to see her standing in the reception area.

  When did she get here?

  “Uh yeah, everything is fine. Can you keep an eye on the shop while I run down to Office Rite and grab the stuff I’m having made up and go hand out fliers?”

  “Sure. What are you up to?”

  “I’m running a deal for fifty percent off. I want my clients back.” I shut down my computer and got ready to go.

  She nodded and smiled. “You go girl! None of that,” she waved her hand in the air indicating Eros’ shop, “makes any sense anyway. You’re damn good at this job. And when they all figure that out they will come crawling back.”

  “Thanks, babe. Unfortunately, no matter how good I am, if I don't get some income it’s all over.” It felt weird to admit that out loud. Weird, but good. Saying it out loud made it real, which was horrifying, but it also lit my resolve. I could not lose this place.

  “That bad, huh?” Kimmy asked with a grimace.

  “Worse.” I cringed. I didn’t want to talk about money, but it was weighing me down and fucking me all up.

  Is that why you threw yourself at Mr. god-man and his glorious cock?

  Oh my god, shut up!

  “That sucks, dude. I’m sorry.” Kimmy commiserated.

  “Sucks is an understatement.”

  Shit. Don’t think about sucking.

  No sucking for you.

  Get it together, woman!

  I squeezed my eyes shut and willed my wayward thoughts to cooperate.

  Grabbing my purse and keys from the locked drawer in my desk, I headed toward the door where Kimmy was still standing.

  “I don’t think anyone will stop by, but if you could just keep a lookout, I would appreciate it.”

  “No problem.” She stepped in front of me, halting my escape. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your face is flushed and you look really flustered.”

  “I’m good, I swear.”

  Liar.

  I smiled and held the door open for her to leave. “I’ll let you know when I get back.”

  She took one last glance at the fake smile I had plastered on my face and rolled her eyes before walking out. I locked up the front and put up a sign that I would return by eleven and left out the back.

  Once in my car, I took a deep breath and tried to clear my thoughts.

  Maybe you should ask Kimmy for a book on meditation so you can get sexy as fuck Mr. Adonis out of your head.

  Step one:stop thinking about him as sexy.

  Step two: focus on getting him out of your life instead of getting in to his bed. Or his chair or the floor. We had never actually made it to his bed, or even to his apartment.

  Ughhh.

  So much for clearing my thoughts, now all I can think about is his bed.

  I started the car, turned the radio up as high as I could handle without blowing out my eardrums, and headed to the office store.

  “And now a song from Cupid to his little lover,” the over-dramatic voice of the radio DJ announced as I got back into the car with my sale materials.

  “From who to who?” I screeched and turned up the volume hoping he would say more.

  The radio station was the only one in the county and every single resident listened to it. You could walk into any place of business and this was the station that was playing in the background.

  Make You feel my Love began to play and I wanted to throw up. I loved the song.

  It spoke of the kind of love everyone longed for. The kind of love I believed in. And just like that, he had ruined it for me.

  Cupid? Little lover? It couldn’t be.

  He wouldn’t, would he?

  The awful song with its powerful lyrics continued to play and I hit the power button to shut it off.

  There’s no way that could be from him to me, right?

  He can’t be that delusional.

  Wait, maybe this is his idea of a prank?

  This is utter bullshit.

  And he’s way better at pranks than me.

  I’m sure the serenade upset me way more than the mice upset him.

  That means he’s winning.

  I can’t let him win.

  Abandoning my mission to get customers, I refocused on the prank war and how I was going to get back at him for embarrassing the fuck out of me in front of the entire town.

  At least no one knows he calls me that.

  I took a deep cleansing breath to calm the rage that had built inside of me. Putting the car in drive, I headed back to my shop in silence. I n
eeded to do some research on pranks. I parked in my spot behind the row of shops and got out of the car. I could hear music playing, loudly, which was unusual on our quiet block. I wrote it off as a car passing by and went inside, but it didn’t stop. The sound came through my old, single paned front windows.

  I could still hear the DJ’s voice loud and clear.

  “Little lover, your Cupid wants you to know that your meeting this morning was unforgettable and he looks forward to your next date. Cupid, listen man, you are making us all look bad...” The DJ continued to talk, but my ears were ringing and I could no longer decipher his words. The the music started to play. I recognized the song instantly. Another favorite.

  You have got to be fucking kidding me.

  I stomped to the front door, unlocked it and threw it open, looking for the source of the music. I wanted to rip out the speakers and smash them to smithereens. I looked up and down the street, but nothing seemed amiss. I took a few steps trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. That’s all it took.

  His shop. Of course.

  I had to force myself to not run across the road. I desperately wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but his shop was full of witnesses and I could not afford to make myself look bad. The goal was to drive customers back to me, not away.

  I made my way across the street, with a slow and deliberate gait. Squaring my shoulders, I thrust out my chest, jutted out my chin, and entered his shop, zeroing in on him as I did my level best to portray my frustration with my stare. It took him a full minute to notice I was there, and when his eyes met mine I instantly felt my body react. My sex pulsed and my nipples hardened.

  Danger!

  Abort! Abort!

  No, I just need him to shut off the speakers. I can do this.

  I balled my fists, digging my nails into my palms, as I watched him saunter toward me.

  The closer he got the wetter my panties became. Worse, there was nothing I could do to stop it. My eyes stayed locked on his until he was close enough to touch and he dropped his gaze. The pulsing slowed and I felt myself breathe again. The lust cloud remained, but I was able to give voice to my anger.

  “Point to you, now shut it off.” I spoke quietly through clenched teeth.