I scoff at his words. “This is torture, Iam. Just give it to me.”
He caresses my cheek as if I didn’t just issue a demand. “It’s not time.”
“Why did we fuck the other times?”
“Your mouth is so dirty, mortal.” His face breaks into a huge smile. “I like it.”
I fold my arms and pout. “That’s not an answer.”
“To sate you.”
“Sate! That was months ago.”
“I know. I needed time for you to get to know me and think before…”
He trails off and doesn’t finish his sentence. I want to grab his shirt and shake him but he’s not wearing one.
“Before what? Before what!”
“Never mind that.”
Frustrated, I pull his hair. His head doesn’t move nor does he flinch. Damn my mortal strength.
“Was that supposed to do something?” he quips with his smug smirk.
“It’s inhuman to deny a pregnant woman.”
“I’m not human so there’s that,” the asshole states. He grabs my hips and pulls me close until my underwear-covered pussy slides over his clothed erection. “This is the closest you’re getting to sex until you’re ready.” He steals a quick kiss then leans back. “Sex with me isn’t the mortal shit this body knows. I’m worse than the purest form of any drug a mortal has ever known. I could fuck up your existence and have you so hooked, the only reality you’ll know is how my dick fucks you. I can trap you in your desire and control you with promises of the good stuff. I’m giving you the will to think independently and form your own conclusions.” He grabs my throat and pulls me until our noses almost touch. “Or do you want to be consumed by a god?”
I know it's a warning, but some of it sounds amazing. There are worse things than being sexually addicted to Iam.
“I didn’t get addicted in the beginning?” I counter.
“First, I went easy on you. Second are you not? Or did you fail to realize you're currently riding me like I’m inside of you?”
I look down and find my hands bracing on his chest like they did during the unexpected threesome. My body heats when I grind my hips one last time before I cum. I open my eyes to find Iam watching me with a blank look.
“Feel better?”
Thinking about his question, I’m surprised to find that I don’t.
What the hell?
I opt to change the subject. “Did you make me dream?”
“No. That was one of your memories.”
His correction makes me frown. “I must have been terrible if you felt you couldn’t be yourself with me.”
“It was more than just that. If you were terrible, I wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of getting you.”
“How long was I out?”
He chuckles and moves me off his lap. “Only A few minutes. What else would you like to do? We can go back…”
“Tell me more. Iam isn’t your god name, is it?” The big mysterious red-head nods but doesn’t explain. “Does this mean you’ve shared all you plan to share today?”
“You are correct. Now on the next activity. Anything you want except sex.” Rising, he walks towards his balcony then turns like he’s remembered something. “And games. I’ll cheat andyou’ll never win.”
Standing, I plant my hands on my hips. “That’s not fair. You wouldn’t humor me in a fair game?” Iam shrugs.
“One has to be true to themselves. I’m competitive and refuse to lose to a mortal.”
“What about your wife?”
“Especiallynot my wife.”
