Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
My mouth works, but no words come out. That’s hardly any guidance at all. The amount of trust he’s putting in me, even if he is larger, is absolutely absurd. I could harm him. I could fucking kill him. And it’s almost as if he’d welcome it. I knew I was playing a dangerous game when I embarked on this attempted seduction, but Poseidon just raised the stakes and then offered me his throat.
I’m not certain I could ever deserve his trust…but there’s a small, quiet part of me that wants to.
I force myself still. There’s a proper way to do things, and it’s not falling on him like a ravenous beast. That would be fun for both of us, but it’s not what he’s asking me for. I draw in a careful, steady breath. Well, a mostly steady breath. “Take off your shirt and pants and then return to your knees.”
His relief is written all over his handsome face. His shoulders sag, and he scrambles to his feet and hurries to obey my command. His shirt and pants end up in a pile at his feet, and he dips his thumbs into the band of his underwear, but I shake my head. “Leave them on.” I should be taking advantage of everything he’s giving me, but there’s still a part of me hesitating.
Poseidon sinks to his knees and places his hands on his meaty thighs. He truly is a specimen to be marveled at. He’s so fucking thick in every part of his body that I just want to take a bite out of him. His freckles extend down his broad chest and over his barrel stomach, accompanied by a smattering of hair the same color as his beard. I’ve never found freckles so fascinating before, but I want to use them to write my name and tattoo it across his chest.
Wait. No. Damn it, no. This isn’t permanent. He doesn’t care about me, and I certainly don’t care about him. We’re captive and captor, and he should have me on my knees, begging. To stand before him like this, with him watching me with pleading in those amber eyes, is beyond comprehension. What is he thinking?
But he’s asked me for escape, and escape is one thing I know how to do.
“Place your hands on the footboard. Don’t move them.” I watch as he shifts awkwardly to the foot of the bed to follow my command. He’s tall enough that he’s not fully bent over, but it will still work just as well. I move to his side and now, only now, do I allow myself to touch him. I trail my fingers down his spine. He tenses in response, but when I simply keep stroking him gently, his head eventually falls forward, baring the back of his neck to me.
He has freckles everywhere. I don’t know why I find that so charming, but I sure as fuck do. I want to trace the path of them with my tongue, with my fingers, with other things. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. I can’t afford to be focused on the future, not when he’s relying on me.
He’s big enough, strong enough, that it would be nice to have a flogger or a paddle, but he’s also new at this, so an open hand will do. I shift closer and stroke down his back to the top of his underwear. His muscles flex against my fingertips. Gods, he’s shaking and I’ve barely touched him. “I’m going to spank you now.”
His whole body shudders at my words. “Please. Do it.”
I take a moment to allow myself amazement that this man apparently hasn’t engaged in kink when he’s obviously primed for it. I don’t know what it means that I’m his first. A surge of possessiveness nearly takes me to my knees. Another feeling I have no right to. Poseidon is my enemy. I have to keep reminding myself of that fact. If there was a choice between me and his beloved city, he would throw me to the wolves without hesitation.
But he’s here now. Trusting me to give him what he needs. Opening himself up and exposing all his vulnerable bits.
The overwhelming urge to spank him until he wears my bruises for days afterward, to mark him as mine, shudders my breath out. I don’t know where that came from, but I’m not about to indulge it. He’s not mine. He never will be.
Except for right now. For tonight.
“Remember your safe word. Use it if you need to.” I hook my fingers into the band of his underwear and pull it down over his round ass. Freckles here, too. Gods. Before I can sink to my knees and take a bite out of him for real, I bring my hand down on the top of his ass. I don’t try to hit him with all my strength; this is more a test of what he’s looking for. Of what he needs.