"How did you two meet?" he asks with genuine curiosity.
It should be weird talking about my boyfriend with the man who just blackmailed me into cheating on him. But the truth is, I haven't felt this good and comfortable in a long time. I just admitted my deepest fears to Achilles, so telling him about everything else seems so easy. The orgasms must help too.
I lick my lips, put a hand under my cheek as a cushion, and when he notices, he offers his arm instead, forcing me to get closer to him as I lay on it.
"He came to collect money from my dad. He owed a lot. And when he found me instead of my gambling old man, he took pity on me and told his boss that no one was home. Then he would come and wait in my high school parking lot a few times a week. We'd just talk, until one day, he asked me on a date, and I said yes."
His eyes bounce between mine, and the first thing he says is, "What happened to the debt?"
"Uh, Chase is still covering it. It was a lot."
He cocks an eyebrow. "Huh. So that's what he holds over you."
I snap into a sitting position so quickly, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"Unlike you, he doesn't hold anything over me."
He stays lying down, crossing his arms behind his head as he looks up at me. Not a worry in the world.
"It's okay to be scared of him," he says simply. "You won't be anymore when I get rid of him."
I can only blink, taken aback for a few seconds. "When you what?"
"Lay back down, Nyx. You're not going anywhere."
"Yes, I am. Home."
"That picture of you covered in my cum will travel to Chase faster than you will. Then you'll have to turn around the second you get there and drive back here. Let's just save some time, and you stay here until I say you can go."
My nostrils flare as I try to keep my calm. What a fucking dick.
"So, I'm just at your beck and call now, is that it?"
"Yes," he says without shame. "When it comes to inspiration, nothing is off the table. Now take off your t-shirt and bra and lay back down. I need to feel your heartbeat."
I bite my tongue to swallow what I have to throw back and do as I'm told. Because what else am I supposed to do?
I'm completely naked when I lie on my back next to him. He goes on his side, propped on his left elbow, head resting in his hand, and presses his palm just below my left breast.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, then taps his fingers on my ribcage to the rhythm of my heartbeat.
He gets lost in the action, cupping my breast, starting to play with my nipple and making my breath hitch.
"You're so perfect."
I'm struggling to breathe, let alone process what he's saying.
"Chase has no idea what he's got. You deserve so much better than him. Someone who will treat you like the precious muse you are." He tugs at my nipple, and a moan escapes me, my back arching and pressing my breast harder into his hand.
I can't control my body's reactions around him, so I try to hold on to my mind.
"Someone like you?" I say through clenched teeth.
"Oh, no." He laughs softly, his head shaking. "No, you deserve much better than me. But I'm selfish. Manipulative. Apathetic. I don't care who deserves you as long as I'm the one who has you."
His words are a curse disguised as the cure to all my misfortunes.
His hand traces my skin down to my stomach, creating goosebumps on its way. He stops right at my mound, creeping closer to my clit slowly. Closer…closer…
