Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Eros spanks me with the belt again. And again. I count three strikes before he replaces it with his hand.
His palm is warm and firm on my ass, and my skin burns under his touch. He pushes me down onto my knees, and I don’t hesitate to obey.
He spanks me once, twice, and three times as I block out the fact that I’m literally burning up my feminist card as I submit to a man. Yet, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
I close my eyes, focusing on the pain, trying to get lost in it. I don’t want to think about anything but the fact that I’m kneeling naked in front of a man who demands it. A man who is not only earning my respect but is fucking taking it.
His hand comes down hard, a sharp sting spreading through me, but I don’t cry out. He spanks me again, harder still. And then again. Each time, my ass is burning hotter and hotter, but I don’t make a sound.
“Do you like that, baby girl?”
I say nothing, and he spanks me harder.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He lifts me off my knees and throws me onto the bed, pinning me underneath him. I gasp as the air is forced out of me.
“This is how bad girls get punished.”
I can feel him hard against me, and I struggle to draw breath.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“Daddy, please fuck me.”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Daddy, fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t move.”
“Good girls get rewarded, baby girl.”
He flips me over so that my ass is up in the air. I shiver, the cool air on my overheated skin. His fingers are slipping inside me. He plays with me, teasing my clit, and I cry out.
“Please, Eros.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
He plunges his finger inside me, and I gasp, my hips grinding back against him. He gathers my hair, pulling it back so that he can bite the back of my neck. I gasp, my pussy quivering around his digit.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
I swallow hard, unable to get the words out.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
“Hard?”
“Hard. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“That’s right, baby girl. You tell Daddy what you want.”
He spreads my ass cheeks, his fingers teasing me until I’m begging for it.
“Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”
“You want me to take this virgin hole of yours?”
“Yes... yes.” And I do. I desperately do.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, baby girl. You shouldn’t just give your virginity to anyone.”
He swats my ass hard, and I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets.
“There’s a plan for this virginity. And right now... my baby girl is going to have to wait.”
Without another word, or another touch, Eros leaves as quickly as he came.
My phone chimes and when I pick it up to read the text, it takes all my might not to throw my phone across the room.
Eros: That was your punishment, baby girl.
Chapter
Thirteen
Athena
Eros got the upper hand on me… again. My body is making me weak, but I can’t refuse it, either. I need to just have sex and get it over with. Maybe then I’ll stop acting like some horny teenager who can’t think of anything but getting laid. I consider masturbating to help ease the edge, but instead I close my eyes to let sleep take over. Tomorrow, I regain myself… and my body.
A loud bang pulls me from my sleep, and I sit up in my bed thinking someone is breaking in when it happens again, followed by a high-pitched feminine moan.
I roll over with my pillow on my head trying to block them out, but it doesn’t work. Perseus is possibly trying to prove me wrong, so who knows how long this is going to last. I, of all people, know spite can be one hell of a motivator. And it sounds like I inspired this man to up his game by a few notches.
Unable to stay in my room and listen to the porn set next door, I grab my swimsuit and head down to the basement for a few laps in the hope that the other side of the house and a few floors will be enough to block out the moaning.
The water is cool and refreshing. As I glide through it, I lose myself in the laps, loving the burn in my arms and legs as I push myself harder. I’ve never been much of a swimmer—running being my exercise of choice—but there is something really soothing about it. Just me. Just my thoughts. I’ve never really given myself time to just… think. Never in my life have I not been consumed with Medusa, my father, my brothers, and my dark life. My mother’s will is forcing me to take some time from all that. I’m not sure if it’s a gift or a curse. Because when this break is over… Medusa is still there. The question is going to be how messed up will it be when I return.