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)
What little thought I was able to gather in that moment scatters like marbles. I can’t breathe, but it’s nothing like the horrific sensation out on the water with Hera. It’s more that I don’t need to breathe, not with Icarus commanding me. The only thing I can manage is a faint, “I’m with you.” My voice is slow and almost sleepy.
“Good.” He sets his teeth to my shoulder and bites down. I shudder and my hips jerk as pain blossoms like the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen. And still, my thoughts remain perfectly at ease, almost sedated, which doesn’t make any sense, and yet I’m experiencing it all the same.
“You can take some more.”
It doesn’t seem like a question, but he doesn’t move, so maybe he’s waiting for a response? I gather what’s left of my wits and answer him. “I can take some more.”
He keeps his tight hold on my underwear, keeps the pressure on the base of my cock, and then he resumes spanking me. Each strike sends another wave of pure pain through my body, cleansing me. I have every intention of staying silent and enduring, of simply floating in this bliss. Even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts.
But he delivers a particularly vicious blow and—“I’m going to fail them.” Each word feels wrenched from my chest, a confession that I would never have allowed myself to speak. And yet I keep going. “There’s no way out of this. No matter what games Hera and the others orchestrate, we can’t fight the sheer numbers Circe has. We can’t even align long enough to vote to go to war and protect the city, which is our only purpose. I’ve failed. We’ve all failed. The people who depend on me—on us—are going to die.”
Icarus shifts and then his hand is on my ass, kneading and squeezing. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” His touch is painful, but somehow it’s soothing at the same time. “You’re an amazing leader. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” For once, no sarcasm or false charm clings to his words.
I choke out a laugh. “I let Hera meet Circe and further whatever game she’s playing, only to find it’s at the expense of Olympus instead of to help the city. Hardly the amazing leader you claim.”
“Hmmm.” He presses his hand to the center of my back, a steady weight that allows me to deepen my breathing again, to release the fear threatening to ruin this perfect moment. “I’d say you’re doing the best you can with the circumstances you find yourself in.”
“The best I can.” I choke out a laugh. “How can you say that? I’m holding you captive.”
“Yeah, you are. But you’re also on your knees for me, so I think it all evens out.” He goes back to kneading my ass, spreading my cheeks and then pressing them together. His intention is vividly clear. “If we enjoy each other long enough, I’d like to take you here. Not tonight, though.”
His voice is rougher than normal, nowhere near as eloquent. But I can picture what he says all the same. Him filling me, our bodies thrusting together in a rhythm as old as time itself. “I want that,” I grind out.
“Then I suppose you’ll have to earn it.” He drapes himself over my back, the fabric of his pants agonizing against my tender ass. I moan as he wraps his fist around my cock and gives me the contact I’ve been craving. Icarus allows me no time to brace. He strokes me roughly, almost too fast, but I’ve been primed from the moment he first struck me. Even as I try to fight the orgasm gathering in my balls and tensing every muscle in my body, I might as well try to fight the tide. I’m equally as successful. Pressure gathers in the base of my spine, my balls drawing up, and then it’s too late to do anything but submit.
I moan my way through an orgasm, hips jerking as I fuck into his hand. He gives me a few more strokes, each gentler than the last. “You did well, big guy.” He kisses the back of my neck and wraps his arms around my chest as much as he can. “Now, you are going to stay perfectly still while I go find a washcloth. Then we’re going to get in bed and you’re going to let me hold you through the adrenaline crash. Got it?”
He could have told me that the sky was green and the sun will never rise again, and I would’ve given him the same answer I give him now. “Got it.”
“You’re precious.” Icarus kisses my neck again. “Don’t move.” He rises on unsteady feet and walks to the bathroom. Only a minute or two later, he returns with a warm rag and sets about cleaning me up. Truthfully, there’s not much mess, certainly not enough to require the prolonged stroking and soothing, but I enjoy the gentle swipe of the wet cloth against my skin.