by Celia Aaron
He ignored my protest and licked my tender flesh. I arched off the bed. His tongue was warm, sensual velvet.
“You like that?” His irises swirled with golden light as he licked again.
I cried out, unintelligible words spilling from my lips.
He settled his mouth on me, laughing as I struggled. I didn’t know if I wanted to escape or push against him harder. Did it matter? I was tied to his bed. He put a palm on each thigh, pressing me wider, and fastened his mouth to me.
I screamed with the heat, the intensity of his mouth. I threw my head back, seeing nothing but sky as he feasted on me. His tongue licked feverishly, as if wanting every last bit of my wetness. Up and down he went, the wicked tip of his tongue flicking my clit with each sure stroke. I glanced down to him and his eyes were still on me.
When he darted his nimble tongue into my opening, my stomach clenched. He growled against my flesh and pressed his palms harder, spreading me as wide as I could go. He renewed his assault, licking and sucking until I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. My hips moved against him. Me trying to stay still like trying to stop water from being wet. All I wanted was release. I was drawn so tight that each slide of his tongue against my clit was a leap toward ecstasy. He smoothed a hand down my thigh and pressed a finger into my core.
“Oh. My. God.”
He popped his head up and I cursed him for breaking the contact. “Just call me Zeus.” He returned to his work, my hypersensitive skin screaming at his touch, yet desperate for me.
I was panting, moaning, on the verge of tears at the tension he’d instilled in my body. I was a creature of pure need, desperate for release. He moved his finger in and out along with the rhythm of his mouth. I was at the edge. I froze, my hips no longer rocking against him. So close to falling over.
He pulled away. I cried out with frustration. I glared at him, then let my gaze stray farther down. He’d fisted his hard cock. Blood darkened the tip as he slowly worked his hand up and down his shaft. It would never fit inside me. It was too big. I would tear.
I dug in my heels and pushed up toward the head of the bed. With one hand on my hip, he ripped me back down. “No, Tara. You’re mine. All of you.”
“You’ll hurt me.” My eyes widened as he advanced, pressing his thighs against mine. The head of his cock brushed my swollen folds and a jolt of electricity swirled between us.
“I’m aching for you Tara.” His eyes pinned me more than his hand on my hip.
I knew there was no escape, no denying his cock as he slid it over my slick core. He teased my clit and bent his head to my nipple. He sucked one into his mouth, his teeth teasing around the edges as his tongue tickled the tip. The sensation went straight to my pussy, wetting it even more. I was soaking for him, for the promise of pleasure that was even now working my clit into a frenzy.
He nudged the head into my opening.
A flash of pain. “No, Zeus. It won’t fit.”
He bit down on my nipple and I writhed beneath him. He slid his hand beneath my back, between my shoulder blades, and gripped my hair. He yanked hard. I squealed as my head fell back, leaving my neck exposed. He fastened his mouth to my throat, suck and biting. I hopelessly pulled at my bonds as he slid inside me even further, his cock giving me pleasure and pain.
“I won’t stop, Tara. Even if you beg.” He pushed the slightest bit deeper and licked up my neck to my ear. “Do you want to beg? Beg me to stop, Tara.” His voice was a dark seduction as the sky roiled above us, lightning crackling.
“Don’t, please.” It was a breathy squeak.
“Struggle if you want. You aren’t going anywhere. I’m going to do whatever I want with you, little mortal.” He pulled harder on the strands, the tendons in my neck stretching to their limit. “And I want quite a lot.”
“Now, beg.” His voice had a hard edge, violence and lust mixing into a deep rumble.
“Please, stop.” My words said one thing, my tone said another. I wanted him deeper. Fuck the pain. I wanted it.
He rocked his hips into me, seating himself as deeply as he could go. I screamed at the sudden pressure, the fire roaring through every nerve ending I possessed.
“Mine.” It was a guttural proclamation of ownership.
He slid out, allowing me to draw in a breath before he plunged back inside. I cried out again as he bit my neck, his teeth almost breaking the skin. I brought my heels up to his back and dug in to try and ground myself somehow, to have some say in how he fucked me. He wouldn’t give me even that small piece of control. He yanked one thigh down and pinned it to the bed, leaving me at his mercy.
He started a vicious rhythm. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think at the wave of new sensations drowning my mind. There was nothing I could do to stop him and he knew it. He sank into me again and again, forcing me to accept him, to accommodate his thick cock. I was crying out on every breath as he claimed me, marking me as his.
He had no pity, no remorse even as I felt my virgin’s blood leak onto his perfect satin sheets. It was a transgression. It was a revelation. I found myself pushing into his strokes, spurring him on. His powerful back rippled as he fucked me harder, his chest crushing mine. He let up his hold on my hair and sat back on his haunches. He pulled my hips up to his and maintained his punishing pace. Each time he pistoned into me, a sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoed around the room and mixed with the crackle of electricity.
His golden eyes, now darkened with streaks of midnight, stared at where our bodies joined. He released one of my hips and took my breast in his hand. He squeezed and kneaded before pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I arched up to him, increasing the contact to my clit. He gripped my breast and pushed into me harder and faster, a frenzied pace that seemed almost impossible.
The pain was gone now, just a memory. Pleasure flooded into its place. I was on the edge again, looking over into the pool of release below. I wanted to jump, to drown myself in bliss. My muscles tightened. My hips began to lock up as the pleasure overtook me. When he released my breast and rubbed his thumb over my clit, I jumped into the swirling pool below. I sank straight to the bottom, soaked in relief as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body. I screamed and tears flowed from my eyes as I spasmed around his cock. I had never felt so high.
I caught his gaze, now almost completely midnight, and felt every bit of tension along his body. I was still beneath the surface, reveling in my pleasure, when he came on a loud roar. He surged forward into me as deeply as he could.
His cock kicked inside me as I clenched him even tighter. It was as if my body wanted every last bit of seed he had. He was beautiful as he came, his muscles rigid and giving his body a glow even in the electrical storm that surrounded us. When he shoved one final time and then relaxed, the storm disappeared and the sky above cleared. It was blue again, serene.
He fell on top of me, kissing my face, my neck reverently. “You are perfect, my pet. Completely perfect.”
I was having trouble breathing on a number of fronts. He paused his kisses and waved a hand at the ropes holding my hands. A slight tingle went through my wrists and they disappeared. He pushed away from me and rolled over, taking me with him so I was on top. I rested my head on his hard chest, the steady beat of his heart calming me even as a low ache set up between my thighs. He was still inside me, filling me even though he was noticeably less hard.
He ran his hands up and down my back, his fingertips leaving trails of goose bumps. He was so gentle all the sudden, so loving. Was this the same man who’d made me beg him to stop only moments before? I shivered when I remembered how he’d ignored my plea.
“Too much, Tara? I don’t think so. I think it was just what you wanted.” His voice was smooth again, seductive.
“I-I don’t know. I’ve never done this before so I didn’t know what I wanted.” Still, I couldn’t deny that I’d gotten off. Hard.
Maybe this was a fever dream. Or maybe I had been struck by lightning after all
, only imagining the bull and the god beneath me?
“It’s all real, Tara. I assure you.” He stopped trailing his fingers and moved both palms down to my ass.
When he thrust his hardening cock inside me again, I moaned from the ache. It was delicious, my earlier discomfort barely registering.
“I know what you want. I know how to give it to you.”
“This isn’t real. None of this is real,” I said as he gripped my ass hard and pushed me off him. Before I even knew what happened, I was on all fours and he was behind me.
“Not real, Tara?” His cock was hard again, hot and ready at my ass.
He stroked his tip down and rubbed it against my swollen pussy. I jolted forward but he put one large palm on my shoulder and ripped me back before pressing my face down into the bed. He was mastering me again, taking whatever he wanted.
His slick cock slipped back and forth over my sensitive skin, sending ripples of need through my body. But I couldn’t do it again so quickly. He would tear me apart.
He took his hand from my shoulder and smoothed it down my back as he nudged between my folds. I froze, fear shooting through me. I didn’t want to hurt. I rolled quickly to the side. My feet hit the floor and I dashed away, looking for a door. Maybe I could talk reason into him if I wasn’t in his bed? Maybe I could find somewhere to sit and think about what the hell was happening?
I made it all of three steps before a strong arm encircled me, crushing the air from me. Zeus threw me back onto the bed, his eyes a dark tempest. I scrambled back, my heels ineffectually pushing against the satin.
“Turn over, Tara.” He growled the command.
Fear was overflowing inside me, though somehow the excess wetness was going straight to my pussy. He was tall, naked, and exceptionally pissed off. I shuddered at what he might do to me.
“Turn. Over. Don’t make me say it again.” Lightning streaked around us in the room.
“No. I can’t.”
Bad decision.
He roared up onto the bed and ripped me around so that I was on all fours as he’d demanded.
I kept my legs pressed tightly together, thinking maybe that would fend him off.
He crushed my hips with his palms. “I’m a god, Tara. No one denies me. Not even you, pretty mortal. You will give me everything. If you try to run again, I will chain you.”
I breathed out hard and hung my head.
“If you’re good.” He nudged his thick head against my tight pussy lips. “I’ll reward you. Do you want to be good for me?”
I couldn’t run. I was just as tightly bound as if I were still lashed to the bed. He was too strong, too quick. I would never escape. Defeated, I would have to take whatever he gave me.
“I-I can be good.”
“Can you?” He rubbed his hands in tight circles on my ass. “Show me, Tara. Show me how good you can be.”
“How?”
“You know how, my pet.”
I took a deep breath and edged my knees apart the slightest bit.
“That’s better. More, Tara.” His coaxing voice sank into my head, my heart. I obeyed, opening my knees wide enough for him to position himself between my legs.
He eased inside, the sweet burn making me hiss.
“That’s it.” He pushed further, my pussy so wet that he slid in much more easily this time.
He strengthened his grip on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. He would leave marks. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe marks were the only thing that could tell me if this was real.
He smoothed the last little bit inside, his head hitting against my deepest core. He moved one hand to my shoulder and pushed me down again, laying my head on the bed. I felt myself opening, my legs spreading wider as he bent me to his will.
“Yes, Tara.” He pulled out and immediately shoved back in. My toes curled at his onslaught and my pussy clenched.
He started a ravaging pace. He gave me no reprieve, nowhere to hide from him. I was being used, fucked wildly by a man while the room lit with a million sparks of lightning. Every impact jarred my clit until I was delirious with the need to come. The glancing blows had revved me to a state of arousal that continued on and on as he pounded into me.
I panted into the bed as sweat coated my body. He bent over me and snaked an arm around my torso. Then he pulled me back and up. He crossed one arm over my chest and gripped my shoulder as he pistoned inside me.
I lay my head back against his shoulder, struggling to breathe as the intense delirium washed over me. When he reached down and stroked my clit, I bucked. He didn’t stop, only gripped me tighter and continued stroking me.
“You love it when I master you, don’t you?” His voice was in my ear, all around me. “Tell me how much you love it when I force my cock into your sweet pussy.”
My mind reeled, gone in a blur of passion and primal need. “I love it.”
“I know you do, greedy little mortal.” He thrust furiously to punctuate his words.
I could feel myself growing tense, the muscles contracting all around his plunging cock as his finger swirled and teased me. When he licked up my neck and fastened his teeth to my jugular, my pussy spasmed, the need for release overwhelming.
He spiraled his finger around my clit hard and harder, the intensity ratcheting up until I was crying out.
“You want to come, Tara?”
“Yes, please!” It was half begging, half praying.
He never lagged, never once faltered in his punishing pace. “I’m going to need you to do better than that.” He widened the circle, swiping around where I needed him most. I was desperate for him to put his finger back on my center.
“Please, I’ll do anything. Just please, let me come.” I was pathetic and breathy.
“Anything?” His laughter was low, almost cruel.
“Anything.”
“You should know it’s never wise to bargain with the gods. Even so, the deal is struck.” He moved his fingertips back to my clit and strummed until I was shoving down onto his cock with each powerful thrust. I wanted him deep, wanted his seed coating every last bit of my pussy.
“Come for me. Now,” he grated in my ear.
I was all too happy to obey, giving in to his fingers, his cock, his voice. I cried out as I seized, my pussy clamping down on him as my hips locked and the tidal wave crashed over me, sending me deep under the waters. I drowned in delicious bliss, each contraction of my pussy a current of pleasure that pulsed through me.
“That’s it. Now take all I have.” He gave a few more powerful thrusts and, when he was as deep within me as he could be, he gasped. His cock grew impossibly hard and then kicked as he groaned low and long.
I let my head loll back against him as he came, my pleasure leaving me spent and boneless. As he came back down, he relaxed his grip on my shoulder and lay me down on my stomach. Then he dropped next to me, letting out a huge whoosh of air. After a while of just breathing, existing, he turned to his side and rested his large palm on my back. I turned to look at him. The gold in his eyes was tranquil now, just as the sky above was blue.
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what.” He smiled, dimples making an appearance. Of course.
“So, I don’t know, so mercurial?”
He arched an eyebrow. “I’ll tell Mercury you said that.”
I laughed. Actually laughed. I was really losing my mind.
“Not losing it. Just letting me borrow it for a while, along with the rest of you.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder almost reverently.
I vaguely remembered the stories of deities in the sky, living it up on Mount Olympus while humans suffered, prospered, or perished. I glanced around at the gilded walls and beautiful art. I supposed it wasn’t so far-fetched after all.
“This is just the beginning, Tara. You’ll see.”
“Of what?” I had animals to get back to. There was a particularly ornery horse waiting for me at the clinic with a nasty abscess that I had t
o keep checked. Then there was Myrtle Lanson’s prize hen that had suddenly stopped laying eggs. I was supposed to get out to her place first thing the next morning.
“You don’t have to worry with any of those things any more. You belong here. All you have to do is please me, my pet.” The smile reappeared, just as charming as ever.
Now, though, with my mind cleared of the lust, I had a million questions.
“But I love my work, my clients, their animals. I can’t just leave. Do you know how hard it is for farmers in the black belt to get dependable vet care? It’s the poorest region in the entire—”
“You’re mine now, Tara. Things like that don’t matter.”
I turned on my side to face him and ignored the deep ache in my core. “They matter to me.”
“Even though I can give you everything you’d ever want? Name it. It’s yours.” He smoothed his hand down to my waist before resting it on my hip. His golden eyes were enthralling. I could get lost in them forever, just like he wanted.
“I don’t want things. I want to work, to help people and animals.”
He didn’t seem to hear me. He leaned in and grazed his lips over mine. I tried to keep my eyes open, to keep thinking. But when he did it again, all I could focus on was him, how he made me feel. His tongue played across the seam of my lips, and damned if I didn’t open them for him. He seized his chance and claimed my mouth in a firm, possessive kiss. His tongue stroked past my lips, teasing my own tongue to answer. I met his strokes as he pulled me into his chest. My nipples hardened against him as our mouths warred for supremacy. He was winning.
“Zeus!” A woman’s voice cracked through the air.
He broke our kiss, leaving me in a haze of desire. “Who is that?”
He jumped from the bed and yanked his toga up to his waist. “My harpy wife, Hera.”
“I can hear you in there. I know what you’re doing. Open this door right now!” Her voice was like needles in my ear.
I scrambled from the bed and stood behind him, unsure where his wife would appear.
Zeus sighed. “Sorry to do this, my pet. But I’ll see you again soon.” He turned and crushed me in a fevered kiss.