by Kathryn Moon
"I know I shouldn't have—"
Amon cut me off with a kiss, head ducking and tongue licking eagerly into my mouth, stroking against mine, raising fire in my blood. He tasted like the strongest alcohol, sweet and spicy, flooding my head until I was dizzy. By the time he pulled away again, I was panting and practically riding his leg, my lashes fluttering at the press and roll of the embroidery against me.
"We monsters shower women with gifts and riches in exchange for our hours with you," Amon said softly, watching me again.
I frowned, fisting my hand into his collar and trying to draw myself out of the haze of lust that was distracting me. "You're not monsters. You've all been so kind to me."
Amon continued without acknowledging my words. "But you don't want to be bought with gifts, little star." His head bent, cheek nuzzling against my temple, lips traveling down to nip at the lobe of my ear before he growled out, "You want to be fucked. Thoroughly and well. Until you can no longer bring yourself to beg for more. Yes?"
Both of his hands were on my ass now, rolling me into him, my sex already wet and soaking through the thin fabric.
"Yes," I breathed, because in that moment, relief was all I wanted. If I had ever been angry with Amon, it was gone now, replaced only with desire, the demand of an orgasm that was dancing its way around me, out of reach but with a promise of perfect oblivion.
I liked my pretty red dress from Dr. Underwood. I liked my conversation with Auguste and the delicious food he'd made me. But it was true that I would've had sex with either man even without their gifts. They were handsome, and I enjoyed pleasure. Being spoiled after sex was a new experience for me and a treasured one. Discovering company and intimacy outside of the physical aspect of a relationship was teaching me that what I felt while alone was more than just the desire for sex, it was craving the pleasure of just being with another person.
Did the other girls really want the finery first, or was that only what Amon believed?
"Then I believe it is time for my breakfast," Amon rasped, hands squeezing and then lifting me from my feet.
My giggles broke out as Amon carried me over to the dining table. I suddenly knew exactly why there was only one seat. I hadn't been invited down to dine but to be devoured.
"We were interrupted the last time I tried to enjoy you, my little star. We won't be today," Amon said, kicking the chair back enough to fit us between it and the table. He set me on my toes, tugging the beaded shell dress up over my hips before pushing me to the edge of the table. "Lean back."
I rested on my elbows, watching Amon take the seat and draw it as close to the table as he could, his gaze fixed between my legs. I was still shrouded by the sheer fabric, but it was hardly substantial enough to hide me from his view.
Amon growled as I tilted a knee, hiding myself, but the growl softened as I trailed my toes up his calf, rubbing the top of his thigh briefly before bracing my foot against the arm of the chair. He grinned at me as I repeated the movement with my other foot, spreading myself open for him.
"Very good, my star," Amon murmured, scooting forward to the edge of the chair.
I moaned, eyes falling shut, as Amon kissed me through the fabric of the dress. He moved the beading to cover my sex, flattening his tongue and rubbing it over my pussy, spreading my arousal over my skin until I was slippery. My hips bucked toward him, and Amon's hands braced them flat to the table again, grip firm and commanding.
"Amon," I pleaded.
"I said earlier you didn't need to apologize again, and I meant it," Amon said, the warmth of his breath rushing over the damp fabric. I opened my eyes and met his stare. "But now this morning, I want you here, earning your forgiveness."
My lips parted, and I held my breath as Amon began to lap at my core again, rubbing the dress into my sensitive flesh. "What—what do you mean?"
"You want to come, little star?"
"Always," I said without thinking, and Amon chuckled and nuzzled against my inner thigh, surprising me with how much I enjoyed the friction of the beading there too.
"Then I shall punish you with denial," Amon said, watching my face with hungry interest.
I tried not to reveal anything, but I was sure I'd smirked. Auguste had played those games with me, but he'd always enjoyed it when I'd lost my mind and refused to hold out any longer.
"Your stone man is outside. You may call for him if you want to escape me," Amon said with a bright and dangerous grin. "But until you do, you are mine. I will fasten you in place on this table if it is what it takes to make you behave."
I licked my lips as I thought over his words. He'd given me the key to escape. I didn't need Booker to rescue me, Amon was simply saying if I called for the golem, it would be the end.
"How long?" I breathed.
"As long as I choose," Amon said, eyes narrowing. "Until I believe you sincerely can't stand more. And then I'll forgive you and let you come."
I sighed and relaxed a little. Maybe I was an idiot—plenty of people had said as much to me in my life—but knowing I'd get relief eventually was enough for me.
"You'll probably need to tie me down," I said, pushing my knees apart in invitation until I could feel the strain in my thighs.
Amon chuckled, his fingers wrapping around my ankles as his head lowered. He licked me slowly, methodically, mouthing gently through embroidery and fabric to suck my lips and dip his tongue into me. I thought he would try and drive me to a peak quickly, in order to deny me the pleasure more immediately, but instead, he left me simmering in the sweet caresses of his mouth.
And he was right. It was so much worse.
I tried to hold still, to be obedient in the hopes I might reach that promised forgiveness sooner. I moaned his name, tied it together with pleas and sighs of appreciation, sweetening my tone. All I could think of was orgasming. When would he take me to the edge? How many times would he leave me hanging before giving in? Auguste had done it a dozen times once, and I'd nearly gouged his back with my nails in retaliation.
Amon's methods were slower. He wasn't chasing me to the edge only to tear me back again. He was guiding me there slowly and then holding me in place.
His tongue started to focus on my clit, swirling in two circles and then licking straight up the center. With every second swirl, my fingernails scratched at the surface of the table, and with every swipe up, I whimpered.
"Your taste reminds me of honey mead," Amon murmured, drawing quickly back as my hips rose to chase his mouth. When he braced them down with one hand, the ankle he released kicked, my body reflexively trying to draw him back to me. Amon laughed, his hand on my other foot heating my skin. "I see it's time to control you."
Warm metal cuffed my skin, attaching to the chair he was seated in, and I sat up to gape at the gold now adorning my ankle. It was solid, carved with geometric patterns, and there was no clasp that I could see. Amon repeated the magic on my other ankle and then stroked his hands up the inside of my legs, pushing the dress out of his way as he went.
A little note of panic began to burn in my chest, but it was blended with excitement. I reminded myself that I only had to call for Booker if I was truly frightened. Amon hadn't hurt me, quite the opposite—he'd kept me at an edge of wonderful that sharpened almost to pain, and already, I wanted him back in place, pinning me to that same edge.
"Will you behave, little star?" Amon murmured, watching me with buried light in his gaze that matched the gold he'd dressed my skin with.
I bit my lip, thought of that thrill of danger dancing in my chest now, and shook my head slowly.
Amon grinned, toothy and feline. "Then lie back so I can chain you down."
I released a trembling breath and lowered myself to the surface of the table, staring up at the candelabra above me and listening to the sudden music of chains clinking.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, sweat dewing around my hair, over my now bare chest, rolling slowly from my back to the table. I could see the sun high in the sky at t
he tops of the windows, but my thoughts were pulled too thin to measure the time that had passed.
My cunt was weeping, sucking on nothing, throbbing and so close to orgasm, I wondered if Amon didn't have some other kind of magic to keep from pushing me over the edge.
"Please," I mouthed, my gaze flying around the room, unable to focus. "Please, Amon."
The words were useless. I'd repeated them so many times, my lips were chapped. Amon's fingers trailed up and down the center of my chest. He hadn't touched my pussy in ages, but every single touch made me grow wet, clench, as if he'd never stopped petting and licking me there.
The dress was gone, my skin too tortured from the beading that it'd stopped feeling pleasurable and only abrasive. Even the table beneath was overwhelming, my skin sticky with sweat.
Amon hummed, dark hair brushing over my collarbone and the tip of his tail running up the inside of one leg. Warm lips wrapped around a bruised nipple, and I let out a high cry, body arching as much as it was able, fastened to the table now by my ankles, my wrists bound by a chain beneath the surface. Amon sucked on my breast, one fingernail circling gently around the other, and my body shook.
At last, finally! My cunt was fluttering and—
"No!" I screamed as Amon pulled away again, heavy sobs breaking loose.
"Shhh, my star, shhh."
"Please, please, please, I can't—" The words choked, my head shaking, tears dripping to the table. I'd said the refrain too many times already to think it'd make a difference.
But I'd never said Booker's name once, even when it was at the tip of my tongue.
"You're right, sweet girl. You're right. Enough now," Amon murmured, one hand brushing briefly over my thigh.
I didn't comprehend the words at first. It wasn't until there was warm skin caressing my trembling thighs, that I caught my breath and realized what Amon had said.
"You've done beautifully, Esther. Are you mine? My star?"
"Yesss," I hissed, trying to push myself closer, lifting my head on a weak neck to gaze at Amon. He'd stripped himself of his shirt earlier, rubbing himself on top of me as I'd thrashed and pulled at the chains that held me.
"I will be yours too, here in this house," Amon growled out.
"The—the others—" I started. I was strung out, unsure if I still wanted to be fucked or just tossed into an icy bath, but I heard the unspoken demand in Amon's words.
He growled, cutting me off with the soft press of a blunt cock at my entrance. My words evaporated in one desperate gasp, and then he was pushing in. I came with the briefest brush against my clit, my shout desperate and relieved, pained and pleasured all at once. I was swollen from being toyed with so long, fingered and licked and then ignored as I ached, and Amon seemed especially full inside of me.
There was a soft tinkling of metal, and the tension in my arms vanished, then at my legs too. I was still coming on Amon's cock as he rocked into me, but the relief offered new strength, and Amon laughed as I scrambled up, pushing myself closer, wrapping my legs around his hips.
"Yes, Esther, you're forgiven now. Take what you want," Amon said, his voice finally ragged with his own desire.
I wrapped weak arms around Amon's shoulder, his own circling around my waist until my sticky chest was pressed to his. He was too hot, too hard against me, but I needed the rhythm of his body on top of mine too much to release him. The table creaked beneath me as Amon fucked me roughly, my own body straining to join him.
"Oh, Christ!" I shouted as something thick and hard struck against my inner walls with the next retreat of Amon's cock. I leaned back and watched him pull out, staring at his dark cock, the base surrounded by black curls. He drew back, and before he was fully out, I felt again, something catching roughly inside of me, like three fingers catching me from inside. I whined at the sensation, not painful but… "Oh! Amon, what—"
"My hook. To hold us together," Amon gasped. "They are unique amongst my kind."
I let out a little scream, eyes squeezing shut as it caught me again. Amon hitched me closer around his hips, and with the next withdrawal, it hit a new place inside that made lightning strike inside of me.
I came again with a great cry of Amon's name, the pleasure so intense, I tried to tear myself away. But his cock held us together, and Amon began to fuck me with an intentional angle to his thrusts, forcing his hook to hit the same mark over and over again.
"I would not let you come, and now I won't let you stop," Amon rasped, staring down at me, dark wings flaring above him, their sudden flex through the air adding to his momentum. "I will teach your body about this pleasure it supposedly craves so much."
"Please," I moaned, my limbs shaking, losing their strength as another wave slammed inside of me, leaving me limp. I wasn't sure whether I wanted Amon to release me or to continue.
He held me tighter, lifting me from the table and carrying me to the windows, throwing them open and setting me on the ledge, my moans and cries echoing out to the water. Cool air rushed over my skin, soothing the fever Amon had worked up in me, pebbling my nipples and drawing out sensitive goosebumps.
Amon's mouth latched to mine, swallowing my voice as he continued to drive me over and over, tumbling me deeper into a swirl of ecstatic insanity until I was sure there would be nothing that could draw me out again, my heart pounding in time with the strokes of our bodies in their union.
The water was tart on my tongue, and I coughed a little at first, Amon's hand stroking my cheek and pushing back my hair. With the next sip he offered from the glass, I swallowed deeply. Lemon and something else, something clean and refreshing in the water. I sucked in a gasp and then raised a shaking hand to hold the glass. The water hit my empty stomach and made it growl and cramp in response.
There was a fog in my head, but it was clearing slowly. I was slouched in the window seat, a thin blanket draped over my lap, and Amon was at my side, facing me. He had on his loose pants but nothing else, and didn't seem remotely bothered by the cool air still rushing in from the window. His tail was coiled around one of my ankles, just resting there possessively, but his wings were missing again.
"I should've fed you first," Amon said with a slight grimace. "I was too impatient."
I choked on my water, and Amon took the water glass back and drew me up to sitting, eyebrows bouncing higher as I started to laugh.
"Impatient? How long did you torture me before finally fucking me?"
Amon grinned. "I lost track after two hours."
I gasped, body stiffening at the thought, surprised I'd survived and hadn't called a stop to it.
"Do you feel any pain?" he asked, head tilting and passing the water back.
I took another sip, the glass nearly finished. I was sensitive still, and my body did ache, although it had more to do with my muscles tensing than any roughness from Amon.
"I don't think so," I said slowly, eyeing him cautiously. "I don't want to repeat the experience today."
Amon stiffened and then threw his head back, a great roar of a laugh released and warming the air between us. "Little star, I am flattered. No, I think my goals for the rest of today will be to feed you, bathe you, massage you, and perhaps tonight we shall make love if it pleases you."
My eyes widened at the offer. I was fairly sure after being fed, bathed, massaged, and generally just spending the rest of the day in Amon's company, I'd be begging to be fucked again by the evening. Calling it 'making love' sounded nice too.
"And…your hook?" I asked, thinking of the added sensation of Amon's special cock inside of me, drumming at a place that made my toes curl and stars flash behind my eyes.
He frowned and looked down at his own lap. "I can…fight it if you—"
"I loved it," I rushed to say, grinning and giggling as Amon lit up, staring back at me. He often seemed ageless, awkwardly formal, but just now he looked every bit as delighted as Davey Parks had when I'd first offered to let him play with my breasts. "Does it always last so long though?" Because Am
on had been right to warn me. My orgasms had stung towards the end, and my body had tightened to a painful ache.
Amon huffed, black hair tossing over his shoulder as he leaned forward. He took the glass from my hand and set it on the floor before cupping my cheek drawing me in for a slow kiss.
"That was only to teach you your lesson, and it was as frustrating for me to resist the sweet call of your pleasure as it was overwhelming for you. We will be gentler with each other next time. Now lie back and let me feed you, little star."
I sighed, shifting the blanket back over me for a little warmth, grinning at the sight of Amon's long, beautiful brown back shifting with muscle and feline grace as he arranged a plate for me. I was tempted to address some of his demands, and his objection to Ezra, but I didn't want to burst the beautiful bubble of the day so soon.
If Amon thought one otherworldly fucking would be enough to rein me in, he would end up very disappointed in me. I just hoped the same wouldn't be true in reverse because I had a feeling I was already rather attached to my sphinx.
Chapter Ten
Wants and Needs
Amon was sprawled across my sheets, every bit the dark lion he reminded me of, his eyes tracking my movements like a predator. It had been his idea for me to get out of bed and dress, but the look in his eyes made me wonder if he'd only done it so he'd have an excuse to rip me out of my clothes again.
"Don't give me that look, little star," Amon growled, gaze hooding.
I snorted and rolled my eyes, focusing on my own reflection in the mirror as I finished fastening the buttons up the front of my dress. "You started it."
Amon chuckled on the bed, rolling into more sunlight and stretching. Amon had started it, yesterday morning over our supposed breakfast, but I'd certainly encouraged him to continue the rest of the day and all through the night. My mouth watered at the sight of him, the long limbs and dense muscle, dark hair shining red in the light. The only hint of his nature was the shimmer under his skin and the long brown tail that swished through the sheets. He said he could hide it to blend in, like he did with his fur and his wings, but I liked its playful nature and didn't want him to disguise himself with me.