Show Me the Bling

by Cyndi Redding

  “Sorry about the total lack of foreplay, Darling, but I’ll make up for that, later.”

  “Don’t apologize. Feels good,” she breathed.

  I knew she loved a good reach-around so I found her clit and rubbed. Her moans sounded like a wolf in heat. “That’s it, baby. I’m going to play with your twat until you have as many orgasms as you can before the roast is done.

  “I want to,” she squeaked, “but the sink might not stay comfortable for lengthy lovemaking.”

  “Fucking, honey. Say ‘fucking.’ It feels good to say it and makes us both hot as hell.”

  She giggled.

  “I’m fucking you. We’re fucking. Say it.”

  “You say it!”

  She was the perfect woman. A lady in public and my own, personal, hot and horny in private. But she still had a hard time with the dirty talk.

  “I’ll conjugate it,” I said. “I fuck, you fuck, we fuck, they fuck. I fucked, you fucked, we fucked, they fucked...”

  “We all got fucked!” she cried out.

  Sure enough, she shook and convulsed, then let out her signature screams alternating with hardy giggles.

  As soon as she had taken a few gasps of breath, I held on tight and picked her up. She was still speared on my cock. I moved her to the kitchen table, and fucked her some more. I was starting to feel my own climax building. “I wish I could hold off until you’ve had a dozen orgasms, but that isn’t going to happen, babe.”

  “That’s okay. I probably wouldn’t live through it.”

  “We’ll come together,” I said. I found her nub and teased it until we were both on the verge. She started her long, lusty scream, and as her pussy was clenching, delightful vibrations wracked my body. I jerked and grunted and crashed over the edge with her.

  I pulled out and collapsed on the linoleum. She moved as if melting off the table onto the floor beside me.

  We both panted for a while before she spoke.

  “Okay, I said something for you. Now, will you say something for me?”

  “Sure, what is it?”

  “I love you.”

  Chapter Six

  Getting up, I reached for my jeans and bought a moment to think. Of course I loved her, and I’m sure I would have said it at some point, but, damn... Wouldn’t it be less effective if I said it because I was asked to? While I was hopping into my jeans, I stole a glance at her face. Not good. She was beginning to frown and a faint shimmer of tears formed.

  “Baby, don’t do that.” I reached over and put a finger under her chin. She tried to hide behind closed eyes, but a tear leaked out of the corner. “Hey, come on, now. You wouldn’t want me to say it just because you asked me to, right?” At which point, she burst into tears.

  I had never seen her cry like that. She sounded heartbroken. What did I say?

  “What is it, babe? What’s making you cry?”

  “You,” she yelled, and she ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.

  Now I understood why men don’t understand women. I thought Mandy must be different. We had never had any misunderstandings at all. Was it that time of the month?

  Wait a minute! She hadn’t had a... Uh oh.

  I ran to the bedroom door and stopped myself a second before I barged in. Be sensitive, I told myself and knocked.

  “Mandy, honey? Can I come in?”

  “No!”

  I stood there, mute, wondering what to do next. I knocked again.

  “Please, baby—um, I mean, honey. Darling! We need to talk.”

  A few moments later she opened the bedroom door, her beautiful body hidden under a robe. I reached for her, and she recoiled. She walked around the bed and sat on the other side facing away from me.

  “Don’t be ashamed, Mandy. This kind of thing happens.”

  She sniffed. “Well, it’s never happened to me before.”

  Dear Zeus. My heart was aching just witnessing her pain. Time for some serious bling. I still had the anklet in my pocket and extracted it. Walking around to the other side of the bed, I kneeled in front of her and took her hand. She offered no resistance. I turned her hand, palm up and kissed it. Then I lay the diamonds in a spiral right where my lips had been.

  She burst into tears again. What the hell was I doing wrong?

  A loud sound, as if someone was clearing his throat, startled me.

  That nut-bag who had called himself Apollo appeared in the doorway and leaned against the door jam.

  “Looks like you’ve really gone and done it now, little brother.”

  “What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?”

  “I’m a God, remember? I’m here to bail your ass out and take you home.”

  I shot to my feet, and even though I was shaking inside, I was prepared to fight off this insane stalker if I had to.

  “Look, I don’t know what your damage is, but you need to leave before I call the cops.”

  “You’re the one with the damage, little brother.” He stood erect with a wide stance, his hands on his hips. “You don’t even remember being a God. I thought it might be amusing to watch you struggle along as a mortal for a while, but you’ve ceased to entertain our father.”

  Mandy grabbed my arm. Her eyes were wide with terror.

  “Do something, Dennis!”

  I was furious. No one was going to threaten my future wife and child. “Look, buddy. I’ve had enough of you. Get out of my way before I go right through you.”

  He didn’t budge.

  I charged him and as I did, I felt my body stretch and become so heavy I went down on my hands and knees. Mandy screamed.

  It didn’t matter. I was going to get this guy out of my apartment regardless of how my body was reacting. Suddenly I felt a surge of power. I looked down at what I thought were my hands and they had turned to hooves. I lowered my head and thought I saw horns. So much the better. I chased my half-brother out the door and stopped on the porch. The boards creaked underneath me. I turned enough to see Mandy’s horrified expression as she peeked around the corner. Then the porch gave way.

  Chapter Seven

  So, a year later, I sat talking to my father on Mount Olympus. Since my memory had been restored, I knew who I was—Dionysus, God of Wine. And, more importantly, I knew who he was—Zeus, the all-powerful ruler of the world. I had to tread carefully, but this conversation had to happen.

  “I’ve told you the entire story, and, yes, I still want to return to my life in New Orleans. I want to marry Mandy and raise our son. I want to make a good life for them either here, or there, it doesn’t matter to me. It only matters that we’re together.”

  Zeus would probably try to talk me out of it, but I had to remain firm and refuse to let his commanding tone sway me.

  “You know she’s mortal, as your mother was. She will age and die as your mother would have if I hadn’t accidentally incinerated her. Oh, I could kick myself for that. The point is you will not die, even if you want to.”

  “Yes, I know that. I’ll love her until that day and beyond, if only you’ll let me. I’d rather expect that painful day than go through eternity without ever knowing true love.”

  Zeus scratched his mighty head. “I don’t understand you, boy. You’ve gotten yourself into plenty of scrapes, and I’ve had to bail you out a number of times, but this is the first time you ever wanted to take responsibility for your actions. I’m puzzled by the change in you, yet, I have to admit, I’m proud.”

  “I’ve always been in plenty of trouble, father, that’s true. I’ve caused a great deal of it, and I’m not proud of myself—yet. I want to be. I want to do the right thing.”

  “You sound like Apollo.”

  “Fuck Apollo. He was the one who ripped me away from her and brought me here against my will. She doesn’t even know how much I love her. She doesn’t know I know about our son. I want to take her in my arms and tell her and show her how much she’s loved and how well I can provide for our family.

  Zeus took a
deep breath and nodded. “Ordinarily, I would have thought that Apollo had finally had an influence on you, but I know he had nothing to do with it. Apparently the change has been brought about by true love, and I swear I never thought I’d see the day. If this Mandy is really as special as that, then marry her and raise my grandson. I give you my blessing.”

  I jumped in the air and whooped. Grapevines grew all over the mountain.

  * * *

  I finally had permission to see Mandy, and I couldn’t wait. I only hoped I could convince her to marry me. After what had happened between us the last time I saw her, I wasn’t exactly sure she’d want to. She probably thought I had used her and taken off, just like most Gods would.

  She might not even realize I’m a God. She may have thought Apollo was the one to change me into a bull. I’d just have to prove it to her, and I knew exactly how I wanted to do that.

  I had to break it to her gently, though, so I watched her for a few minutes. She was more beautiful than ever. She had cut her long curls into a soft, shoulder-length, auburn wave. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she sang to our son. Gently rocking him to sleep, I could see what a wonderful mother she was. I’d be proud to call her the mother of all my offspring.

  It made me sad to know she had been alone through the pregnancy and birth, and now she was a single parent. I wouldn’t run away from feelings, though. Not this time. I was a little peeved at Zeus for making me wait a year to decide what I really wanted to do, especially when I knew all along I’d come back to her.

  Okay, she was laying him in his crib, and he was sleeping peacefully. This would be the perfect time.

  I materialized outside the front door and knocked.

  A few moments later she peaked around the curtain and froze, her mouth open in shock.

  I pulled out the ring I had “found.” Now I understood that every strong wish I had made during my amnesia had come true because I was a friggin’ God the whole time. I held the ring toward the window so she could see it.

  She moved slowly, as if in a daze, but she opened the door. Wearing the same innocent expression in her blue eyes that I remembered so well, she asked, “May I help you?”

  “Oh, no. Don’t tell you have amnesia too!”

  She snorted. “I should be so lucky.”

  “May I come in? Please? It’s very important.”

  She bit her lower lip and hesitated, then nodded and stepped aside.

  I motioned her to the couch. Our couch. The one we had made love on a dozen times, at least. She sat and I went down on one knee in front of her.

  “Mandy. I love you. I’ve loved you from the day we met, and I’ll love you until the day you die. No. Longer than that. I’ll probably love you forever because I’m immortal, but that’s beside the point.

  “The point is I was taken to Mount Olympus against my will. I was forced to think about us for a year wishing the whole time I could just get back to you and tell you how I feel. I didn’t realize that night you were taking my words the wrong way. I wanted to say everything in my heart that night, and I messed it up.”

  She smiled and pulled up the hem of her slacks. “I know,” she said. Her diamond anklet sparkled in the candlelight.

  This was it. The right moment had arrived. I presented the ring to her again, and asked her to marry me. She smiled slowly, but shook her head, ‘no’.

  “No? You’re saying ‘no’?”

  “Yes, I’m saying ‘no’. You need to prove yourself, Dennis.”

  “Dionysus.”

  “Whatever...”

  “So be it.” I waved my arm and sent a cascade of diamonds raining from the ceiling. I gathered them and set them at her feet.

  She was startled at first, but blinked and said, “No, you have to do more than that.”

  Okay. Knowing how much she liked to wear her bling, I waved my arm in a bigger arc and brought down necklaces, tiaras, rings, bracelets, anklets, and broaches in every style and size. I caught as many of them as I could and presented her with an armful spilling over. I could see her eyes widen as she stared at the pile of treasure.

  “Yeah, that’s all very nice, Dionysus, but I need you to prove yourself in other ways.”

  Geez, she was tough to win over. But, I would! “Anything, my sweet. What would you like?”

  She straightened her posture and narrowed her eyes. “Well, for one thing, I need a promise and some kind of painful consequence if you break it.”

  “I’ll be pained plenty if I ever hurt you again, especially with a broken promise. But if it helps, you can give me one hard kick in the nuts without repercussions.”

  She giggled.

  I piled the jewels in her lap, and to protect my own, I sat beside her. “Okay, lay it on me, sweetheart. What do you want from me?”

  She took a deep breath. Uh oh, it must be a long list.

  “I want you to provide a good example for our son to follow. I’ve read up on you, and I know you’re the biggest bad boy on Mount Olympus. What I need you to do, specifically, is to give up all orgies and three-ways until and unless I choose to participate.”

  “Done.”

  “There’s more.”

  “I was afraid of that.”

  One side her sexy mouth curled into a smile. “Next, I want you to live here, in New Orleans, with me and our son, Brandon, and never leave us again.”

  “Done. Mandy, I won’t leave you. Either of you. I don’t think you know how much I love you, sweetheart, but I’ll show you every day and every night.” I winked, but she didn’t seem impressed.

  “And no supernatural stuff around the kids. They’re going to find out, but I don’t want them to be scared to death like I was.”

  “Done.”

  “And, I don’t want any Olympians knowing where we are. I don’t want them popping in and out, and I especially don’t want anyone telling your rotten stepmother, Hera, where to find you.”

  “She hates me, you know.”

  “I know.” Mandy placed her hand on my thigh. “Can you blame her? Zeus cheated on her with your mom, Semele. I mean, she was just a dumb princess who didn’t know any better, but he sure did. Hera can’t exactly take it out on him, and your mom had burned to ashes, so you’re all she had left to torture. Hera’s got a real nasty, jealous streak.”

  “Yeah, then she made everyone who tried to protect me either go crazy or die. If it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t be here now.”

  I stood up and started pacing just remembering all the vicious crap she pulled. “Did you know that he had to change me into a goat and hide me on Mount Nysa to be raised by nymphs? If he hadn’t done that, she’d have killed me when I was just a child.”

  Mandy crossed her arms and leaned back against the sofa. She was still covered in brilliant, sparkling bling. “Uh huh, which leads me to believe that nymphs shouldn’t be raising children, especially not omnipotent ones. Look at your reputation! You’re going to have to go a ways to convince your son that you’re only using your power for good. I don’t want him raised by one of those, ‘Do what I say, not what I do,’ fathers. I can’t stand that. You should keep going to AA on occasion. That’ll help you keep things in perspective.”

  “Okay, okay! This is more than one promise, you know. Is there anything else?”

  “One more thing.”

  “Dear Zeus, what is it?” She was relentless! I must have seriously compromised her trust—this beautiful woman who gave her trust to be so innocently only a year ago.

  “Get rid of this crap all over me.” She pointed to the diamonds and jewelry covering her lap.

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I thought you liked a little bling?”

  “Yeah, a little. I don’t need all of this.”

  I started by sending back the tiaras, then hesitated. “How much do you need?”

  “Just the anklet.”

  “But...”

  “And the ring.” Her smile grew and she extended her left hand.

/>   I placed it on her finger. She grinned, and I was overjoyed. With a sweep of my hand all the other jewelry was gone, and she jumped into my arms.

  “I knew you loved me,” she said. “I knew the minute you gave me the anklet. You hated the other one, and yet you replaced it because you knew how much it meant to me.”

  I nuzzled her neck and realized that I still didn’t know who had given her the other one. Now that she was wearing my ring, the answer didn’t really matter.

  “So why was the other one so special?”

  “My mother gave it to me. May dad had given it to her when they were dating. She said he gave it to her the night he first told her he loved her. It was just rhinestones, but I always loved looking at it when I was a kid. She gave it to me when he gave her one made with real diamonds.”

  “Like the one I gave you.”

  Her mouth dropped open and she stared at her ankle. “I thought they looked awfully real. I just thought they were making better fake jewelry these days. How did you pay for it?”

  “I didn’t. I found it in the gutter.”

  She laughed. “Like where I found you!”

  “Yup. I’m a diamond in the rough, but I’ll clean up real nice. You’ll see.”

  BIO

  Cyndi Redding describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. She’s a little nutty, a little flaky, but basically sweet--desiring only to give readers a delicious, mouth-watering experience. In her former life, working primarily as a psychiatric nurse and an RN with the American Red Cross, she developed an off-the-wall sense of humor that she credits with what sanity she has left. She wrote screenplays, mostly romantic comedies, for several years and loves to push the envelope going for an NC-17 rating whenever possible.

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