Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I don’t feel powerful,” I admitted. “I feel exposed, vulnerable.”
He kissed my neck and then gently bit at the sensitive skin while pinching my nipples. “You are safe up here with me, princess. Everyone in this room can look their fill. They can watch the way I take you apart, claiming you in the most carnal way possible. But they cannot touch you. To them, you are mine.”
“I don’t feel safe. I feel judged. Like people are looking at me, finding me wanting, wondering why I am the one up here. I feel unworthy.”
“Then you are thinking about this wrong,” he said. “Look around. Every single man is staring at your body, salivating. Every man here wishes he were in my place, about to bend you over the dais and take you. Every single woman in this room wishes they were you. Many have spent their entire lives and endless amounts of money trying to be as beautiful as you are right now. Do you see the man sitting on the stone pulpit to your right?”
It took me a moment to look around and find him. I nodded when I did.
“He has a beautiful blonde on her knees sucking his cock like she needs it to breathe. She is deep throating like a champ. He isn’t watching her. He is watching you. He wishes that the woman kneeling in front of him, with his cock in her mouth, wasn’t some cheap model or actress who pretends to be a woman of worth. He wishes he had the real thing like I do.”
“Why? She’s pretty.”
“She is gorgeous. If she were standing alone, she would be a ten easily, but if you put a woman like that next to you, a natural beauty, she goes from stunning to average, and that was while you were still dressed. Nude, you are breathtaking. Showing every person here what they will never be.”
“And what is that?”
His front was pressed to my back as his arms snaked around me, and he tilted my head back to kiss me again. “Mine.”
My knees went weak, my head spun when he growled his ownership over me.
I hated him for this.
He made me feel good.
He gave me the confidence to feel powerful while naked in front of strangers, and I knew it was all a lie.
A manipulation to get me to behave the way he wanted me to so he could get back at my brother. Everything he was saying was an act designed to take me apart for his audience. He knowingly played on my emotions.
Sadly, my awareness of his intentions didn’t make his ploy any less effective.
“Let’s give them a show they will never forget,” he said. “I think you should show the crowd how Theophane thanks her god for saving her from a horde of unworthy men.”
He placed his hand on my shoulder and pressed down, guiding me to my knees.
He took out his cock and stroked it in front of my face.
I shifted on my knees, wet and aching for him. “Show that man with the pretty blonde how much better you are at everything,” he whispered.
I leaned forward, and instead of taking him in my mouth, I licked his sack. I was nervous, but his guttural sound of approval urged me forward. I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, licking and sucking, each in turn, before moving back up to his shaft, just like he had taught me. I licked and teased the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum before sliding him down my throat.
My head felt light, and a bit foggy.
I didn’t want to think.
He said he wanted to show the people how Theophane would worship Poseidon while on her knees, so that was what I did.
I wasn’t Olivia anymore.
I was Theophane, showing my gratitude to my god.
Licking and sucking with long, luxurious pulls, taking my time, moving slowly and moving my whole body with each stroke of my lips.
“Fuck,” he growled from above me. “Such a good girl.”
The way he said that, in a breathy moan, made me feel warm and fuzzy. It made me feel like everything he said, everything about how everyone in the room wanted me, was true.
His pleasure made me feel powerful, beautiful, and wanted.
Marksen pulled away from me, and I looked up to see his blue eyes staring at me from behind the dark mask. He didn’t say anything, just offered his hand for me to stand.
I took it, and he lifted me up and kissed me with everything he had before making me climb onto the stone dais.
He guided me how he wanted me, positioned on my hands and knees. It was cold and hard and very uncomfortable. The stone dug into my skin, and he spread my knees wide, making sure every inch of me was exposed to anyone who cared to look. The dais started to slowly rotate, giving every single person there a very clear view of my most intimate places.