“Oh my dear, sweet flower, if it is bossy you want, I can be very, verybossy.”She squeezed his thigh for good measure. His eyes flicked to hers for only a moment, and she could see the reflection of her own glow in his irises.
“I thought you preferred to be the one being bossed around.” His voice had taken on a dark tone.
Athena felt like a young schoolgirl, giddy with excitement at the memory of just how much she had liked being... dominated by this man.
The memory caused her core to heat, her loins to wake up and beg to be filled once more.
Some things do not need to be rushed, and this... I want to prolong this.
“What’s the matter, Brian? Scared of beingbossedaround by a woman? Hmmm? Worried I’ll wine you, dine you, and manhandle you?” she teased.
Brian let out a breath that was somehow both alluring and exasperating.
“Oh I’m notscaredof being on the receiving end of your bossiness. I can be a very, very good boy.” His smirk was torturous, sexy.
“For the right person, I mean,” he said hurriedly, almost as if he’d realized he’d forgotten himself, worried she may take his words the wrong way.
The desire to both own this man and worship him was an overwhelming feeling, and her owl fluttered inside with excitement. This man brought about a lust in her that was remarkable.
Athena smiled wickedly.
“Very good boys get very good rewards,” she said as she rubbed his thigh. “But they must first eat their dinner before they are to be rewarded with dessert.”
When Brian nodded in approval, she couldn’t help but gleefully return the notion, and as they pulled into the parking lot for Bamboo Inn, Athena knew it would be a long and arduous night.
Just as she’d hoped.
* * *
“So doyou have a last name or are you just so iconic you don’t need one?” Brian asked, after the second Hurricane.
Athena sipped on her Pina Colada, twirling the little umbrella.
The Freaky Tiki was not as busy, being it was a weekday, which she rather enjoyed.
It was almost like they had the place to themselves, the ocean softly churning and crashing its waves behind them.
It was rather... romantic, if she didn’t say so.
Athena could not remember the last time she’d been on a date that she felt was actually romantic in nature.
By the gods, if he asks to walk on the beach, I may attack him.
“I am something of an icon, I guess you could say, but yes I do have a last name. It’s Roman.”
Athena said the words easily, but they still left her feeling a sense of worry. She’d only disclosed her mortal last name to three other individuals in her life, and none of them were actually mortals. When it came to humans, she never crossed such a line. After all, she was gone by morning, and the trysts she’d engaged in didn’t ask for much else outside of consent.
“Athena Roman, that’s kind of badass. Is that why you have the SPQR tattoo? Ode to your name.”
Athena ran her fingers over the ink slowly before she answered. The letters meant so much more to her than the history they represented.
For a time, it was who was. Athena, Goddess of war, a gladiator and general in her own right. A Goddess of unmatched worship who provided guidance to many of history’s recorded heroes.
But as she sat in front of Brian, watching the wind rustle his hair while he sipped his drink, she knew for the first time she was more than what the legends claimed her to be.
She was victorious in all things, but at this particular moment she longed to be something she never thought in her wildest dreams she’d want. Because as her history threatened to rise up from the ashes within her, she longed for more. She wanted to be a human facing new experiences, unsullied by her history.
Could she tell this man the truth?
