"You fucked her, didn't you?"I smirk back now."Don't answer that!Need to know!And that's def not something I need to know."
He looks at me with amused but thunderous eyes over the edge of his glass."For the record, I didn't fuck the tailor."
"Ha!Then it was either a man or an old woman."I nod knowingly at him.His sideways grins shows up."Yeah.That would have to be the case."
The hint of a dark promise plays in his eyes."All you need to know is that the Bastard belongs to you now, and he intends to fuck you tonight."
My pussy drenches itself.I look away, struggling to keep it together.Needing to stay busy, I reach up and unclip my hair.I shake it out then fluff it with my fingers.He steps up close, and his rippling abs flash me, and I'm reminded what they look like when we fuck.I lick my lips, then take a sip of the gold bubbly, trying to control my desire and failing miserably.I hear him hum.Fuck!
"Siri.Look at me."His voice is husky and deep.The sound of my name when he calls me to him fills me with undeniable passion, and I close my eyes instead, biting my lip."Do you want me right now?"
"Yes.I want you to fuck me to heaven right now."
He chuckles, and the sound is sexy and low.He is standing right beside me.He leans down and mouths my ear."Do you want me like a whore needs a man?"
The truth of what he asks hits me."I do," I answer truthfully.
"Are you a whore, Siri?"
"I have it bad for you, Baby!Bad!"I look into his eyes now.
"Answer the question."Sincerity stares at me.
"Truthfully, I am in my heart.We both know it.Hell.Who are we kidding?Everyone knows it."
He smiles then clinks our glasses."Here's to being courageous enough to speak the truth.Bottoms up, Baby."He tips his glass up and drains it, and I do the same.He takes my empty flute and sets them both down on the table.When he looks back into my eyes, his look is hungry and raw.He opens my fur and cups my breast.His cold hand draws my nipple uptight, and he pinches it.He puts his mouth on my ear and hums.Every part of me tingles.He plays with my nipple, rolling it around with his thumb as his breath blows soft in my ear.My breath becomes shallow, and my hands reach for him, but his cock is protected.He pushes the coat off my shoulders and down my arms, binding them, forcing me to arch my back and push my tits to his waiting mouth.He sucks one then the other.He latches on, sucking hard.My head falls back, and I moan, loud and long.He pulls my coat back up and hides my body from his view.His sexy grin spreads across his face, then he takes a step back and reaches for the Champagne bottle."Now that's the way a whore should moan for her man."
I stare at him with eyes full of lust, and I feel like a wanton."That's just mean, Mr.Moore," I whisper.
"Is it?"He chuckles as he raises his eyebrows.
"Yes.Making me feel it, want it, confess it, own it, then leave it exposed and vulnerable.That's just mean."
He smiles as he fills our glasses, then he hands one back to me."It's not meanness.It's honesty, and it's refreshing, don't you think?"I give him a 'go-to hell' look, and he laughs, then salutes me."Here's to honesty."He puts the champagne to his lips and drinks.
I shake my head and lick my lips, annoyed and a little confused."Here's to keeping it real.Thanks."I roll my eyes.
He smiles down at me, then grabs my hair and pulls me roughly to him.My first reflex is to snatch back and fight, but I know better.His use of power isn't about hurting me.It's about dominating me.My eyes spitfire, but my body falls on him."I realize what you said is true.It doesn't really matter what we know to be the truth.People will continue to judge you based on what you do for a living.Until that changes, their perception won't."
"Yeee'p'."I sass him.
"And you do what you do because you are a whore at heart."
"Yeee'p'."
"Then there is only one distinction that needs to be made."
"Yeah.What is that?"
"There's a big difference between being A whore and being MY whore.The first person who needs to learn the difference is you."My eyes find his, and my wildness flashes him.He pulls my face up to his by my neck.His fingers close around my throat, and I see his golden hand slide in the elevator."Tonight, you're the Bastard Son of Thor's whore.I'm taking what I want, when I want, how I want."He releases me, and I stagger back a step.He raises his glass and salutes us."Bottoms up, Wild Thang.We've got a long night ahead."His expression as he looks at me over the rim of his glass before he drains it says I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, and I am about to forget my own name.
I stand there staring at him, trying to decide if I'm pissed or not, but either way, my body is hot and needy for him.He picks his helmet up, and I see the laughter in his eyes as he slides it back on.I toss the gold bubbly back, and he hands me both his glass and the bottle of champagne.I take them as a smirk plays with my mouth.The alcohol is making me giddy, and I can't stay angry when he looks so fucking fine in that gear!He moves his cape to the front, drops his ass, and says."Get on.Tonight your goddess training begins."
"Fuck yeah!"I jump on.
"That's my good girl."
"Umm.You are a fucking fine feast.You Bastard!"I smell his intoxicating scent mixing with the leather from the armor.I lick, nibble, and bite his back while he carries me across the grass."This is no longer called a piggyback ride.Why did they name it that anyway?Pigs don't carry anything on their backs.Geez!We will forevermore refer to this as a bareback ride.Get it?Bareback, bare back, Bare back."
