“That’s it,” she encouraged as I ground slowly against her, trying to prolong the sensation. It was over far too soon—had built and crashed over the edge far too soon. And I was somehow disappointed.
“Now,” she released my hair to grip my jaw, turning my head to kiss my lips as she slowly removed her fingers from insideme and her hand from my panties. I whimpered at the loss. She released my jaw and smacked my butt playfully.
“I want to shower,” she said, standing, stepping around me, and making her way to the bathroom.
“Wait,” I said, pleading.
“Yes, Pet?” she answered.
“I’m… I mean, I—” I struggled to find the words to describe what I was feeling, and she only smiled at me in growing amusement. Frustration flushed through me, and I felt a wave of embarrassment.
“What is it, Pet?” she encouraged, sickly sweet.
“I—” I tried again and pulled at my tied wrists, only just becoming aware that I was still restrained. My emotional turmoil at not feeling satisfied with how quickly everything had ended had caused me to forget that I was all tied up.
“My wrists,” I said, almost confused.
“Yes,” she said, as if simply acknowledging my statement. “What is it that you want?” she continued, taking pity on me, in a condescending way.
“I came too quickly,” I answered, which wasn’t really an answer.
Selene nodded but didn’t speak; and embarrassment flushed through me. She waited for me to continue, with that annoying smirk on her lips.
“I don’t want it to be over,” I eventually managed to put words to my feelings. “I mean, I know I came, but… but it didn’t feel— I don’t feel right about it,” I said and turned my head away to look at the ground, something about the admission feeling somewhat shameful.
“You’re not entirely satisfied with the experience?” Selene questioned.
I nodded, still refusing to look at her.
“My little pet, I still have you all tied up; I’m not done with you yet,” she told me, and I raised my head to watch her walk back to me.
She raised my chin with her finger. “I had intended to leave you here to simmer in your frustration while I freshened up for the rest of our night, but I suppose you could accompany me in the shower,” she offered.
I felt an odd mixture of embarrassment at how quickly my growing upset had been swiped away, and how silly it was of me to not realise that I was still tied up. Selene wouldn’t leave me tied up unless she planned to return to me.
“Would you like that?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I answered, nodding emphatically. She laughed, took hold of me by my elbow, and guided me to the bathroom with her.
3. Night Terror
Selene Borealis
Percy was dreaming. She twisted and turned in her sleep. The blanket crumpled tight in her fists.
Her legs kicked out tirelessly. Her heartbeat raced.
Sweat beaded at her forehead and a drop ran down from her temple.
Her eyebrows scrunched together in a hard frown. Her lips were downturned, and her teeth clenched.
I had hoped that exhausting her physically before bed would result in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
It had been some weeks since she had experienced a nightmare like this one. I had anticipated its possibility from the events of the day. Such nightmares had first occurred the night we had returned home from Aqua in the summer.
For the first few weeks, she hardly slept, and after much convincing, she eventually agreed to take a sleep aid—a disgusting brown-yellowish concoction delivered by Mable personally.
I didn’t trust Mable. Then Percy had asked if she could consult the enchanter regarding her magic.
