"You mean collared, locked, and owned by powerful men I chose to own me?"
I pick up the sacred oil from a nearby alcove and warm it between my palms. "Power isn't about the leash, Eve.”
The oils make her skin shimmer as I work them in slowly. Each touch is calculated to build sensation. She writhes in her bonds, caught between pleasure and the lingering pain from the whip.
"Lorian," she begs as I find a particularly sensitive spot in her furry folds. "Please... I need... "
“I know what you need,” I say and press against her back. "Let me show you how the goddesses love their daughters." Her thighs twitch under my hands, the sacred oils running down in rivulets. I trace the path with my fingers. "You're trembling. Is it the pain that makes you shake or the pleasure you know is coming next?"
"I don't know. I can't tell the difference anymore."
"Good." I dip my fingers between her legs again, watching her arch into my hand, then I get the neural stimulator from beneath the goddess of pleasure and then return to her.
It purrs to life in my hand, a low hum vibrating against my palm. I touch it to the oil-slicked curve of her inner thigh and feel her flinch.Excellent.I move the device away, and I don’t begin with her clit. That would be merciful.
Instead, I start at her ribs, just beneath the lash marks, moving slowly and reverently. "Humans taught you that wanting sex was a sin." I move the device ever so slowly, teasing her with a preview of what’s to come, circling just above her clit gloriously peeking out from her wet body hair, watching her writhe. "Only a soulless species would think that. But if you dohave a soul, then I’m just helping you discover the truth of what you are…a daughter of the goddesses."
She moans loudly.
I increase the current, and her thighs try to clamp closed, but I spread them apart again.
"Tell me you understand, Eve."
"I do, I—oh God?—"
"Not your god," I remind her, touching the tip of the device to her clit at last, sending pleasure slicing through her nerves like lightning. "My goddesses. And they demand worship in the flesh. Cry for them, Eve. Cry."
Her legs go rigid, back arching, but I pull the device away just before she can fall into a complete and full orgasm. She sobs at the denial, helpless and overwhelmed.
"Did you really think the whip was the worst I’d do to you without Rafe here?" I ask softly. “You of all people know ecstasy is the sharper blade when it comes to punishments. It cuts right through all that resistance you think makes you strong.”
"Please ..." The word is nearly inaudible.
"I want to help you," I whisper against her ear, sliding my fingers deep into her wetness while the stimulator teases her clit in rhythmic pulses, but when she’s close to orgasm again, I deliberately move away.
“Lorian, please! Give me what I want!”
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I ask, picking up the whip again and then bringing it down across her pierced nipples, making each breast reverberate with the strike.
“I don’t… I can’t...”
“Tell me. Imagine this is the last thing you will ever say,” I say, watching her breasts ripple with red and movement as I whip her. It’s so sexy it almost makes me want to abandon this and find my own pleasure.
Almost.
“I don—” she says, andI put my hand over her mouth to stop her.
“Don’t you dare say, ‘I don’t know.’ You’re better than that. Tell me your last words.”
She closes her eyes and thinks. When she opens them, she says, “I chose this. Over and over again. I chose this. I chose you and Rafe, with all your faults. And my very existence is proof of a soul. The flaw isn’t that I’m human; the flaw is in you, Lorian. You’re blind to the truth.”
I drag her down and force her body to stretch toward the goddess of forgiveness. I link her bound wrists to the pedestal. Then, I line myself up with Eve’s bent-over body. I move her thighs apart, find her hot entrance, and then ask, “And you still choose me, even like this? After all I’ve done?”
“Yes, Lorian. You know I will still choose you, even with all you have yet to do as well. do your worst. I’ll still be here.”
My only reply is to slam inside her in one brutal thrust.
Her erotic scream tears through the shrine, and the heat of her cunt almost undoes me immediately. The friction is obscene, every vein of my shaft dragging across her inner walls, her slick arousal coating me so thoroughly it drips down my balls and onto the stone floor.
