“Fuck, that’s right,Heartspite.Theos. The only one that matters to you whileyou’rein this cage.”
Untangling my fingers from her hand, I grasped the back of her skull and held her in position.I’dshow her just why I was her god.
Without any trace of gentleness, I thrust forward, sheathing myself deep into her mouth. The swollen head of my cock pushed back into her throat. The tight space convulsed around me as her gag reflex protested at the intrusion.
Pulling back until the tip of me teased the inside of her lips, it allowed a minuscule window for her to seek oxygen. Acting on primal instinct to claim her mouth, I shoved myself into her mouth again. The pace became wrapped in rough handling and heated desire seeking satisfaction.
Her free hand fell from my cock to steady herself byclutching my thigh. Watching as she took me so well it made me wish I could experience this moment for the rest of eternity.
Charlee’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistened with tears that leaked like condensation from a cold glass on a sweltering summer day, and her lips were slick with her saliva mixed with my leaking arousal.?
The sounds she made alternated between whimpers at the unforgiving pace and gasps for air when I allowed it.
All of it—all of her—was addictive.
The rhythm of my hips moved as smoothly as a well-oiled machine, fucking her beautiful face with control and precision born of a lifetime of getting what I wanted from who I wanted.
Our bound hands had become intertwined, a silent reliance on one another despite the carnal exchange between us. My dominance over the goddess who represented everything that pained me, and her submission to the weight of her failures.
Each ragged breath I took became yet another sign of my faltering control. Watching her take my cock, every stroke, left my pleasure squeezed tightly inside me. Clinging to the last fragments of what felt like my sanity, my hips grew erratic in their movements. The innate desire to draw out as much pleasure as possible left me desperate with the limited time I had left before unraveling.?
Every subtle movement she made registered in myelevated awareness. The way the tip of her nose prodded my pelvis or the whisper of her lingerie as her body shifted under the momentum of my relentless fucking of her face.
My balls drew up tightly, forcing me to speak past the strangled groan in my throat. “Swallow me down. Taste your failure and your broken pride,Heartspite.”
It was the only warning I gave her before ramming my cock deep into her throat, as my body locked up under the violent release. Hot spurts of my cum coated the back of her throat. At first, it flooded where I was buried deepest before harsh swallows squeezed me tighter. Her mouth milked my dick like a greedy little thing, prompting it to twitch with the effort.
At some point after the euphoric fog settled over me, Aphrodite’s sash loosened. The fabric slipped away from us both, fluttering to the floor. Both my hands fell away from Charlee. One cradled my balls out of relaxation, while the other fell to my side.
My head tilted back, my eyelids automatically closed as I basked in the high of my release. I was vaguely aware of the cool air washing over the slick skin of my spent cock, too unbothered to prevent my Heartspite from withdrawing her mouth. It had earned the reprieve.
Eventually, curiosity tugged at me to see if she truly understood now the damage of her meddling in affairs of the heart.
Opening my eyes, I tugged up my pants, tying the string securely this time. The sight of Charlee still on herknees before me, swollen lips, and wiping her chin of saliva nearly had me considering indulging all over again.
That was until I heard it.
Pliiing-plang-pl-pl-plung.
Were the Fates fucking kidding me? Fucking doorbell.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I had halfa mind to ignore the wretched tone that sounded throughout the entire house. However, there was a touch of something familiar in the air—a scent of superiority and the crispiness of ice.
Pia.
The next groan I made was not one of pleasure; it never had been with my ex-wife.
Without waiting for Charlee to register my next movements, I was already exiting her cage and slamming the door shut behind me. It took a mere wave of my hand to shift the lock in place, trapping her inside the barred structure that would be her home for the foreseeable future.
She scrambled up to her feet, rushing to the cage’s door. Her hands jerked on the bars aggressively, rattling the hinges, which were steadfast thanks to the quality craftsmanship and a little bit of my raw power sealing it.
“Wait! Where are you going?!” The panic laced her words, and if there were anyone else at my doorstep, perhaps I’d relish in the moment.
I didn’t acknowledge her questions, just kept walking in preparation for seeing what the devil woman downstairs wanted.
“Eryx!” Charlee shrieked.
