Page 12 of Kronos’ Consort

Gasping for breath, Kris called out around the fingers in her mouth. It was the strangest thing, but the command to suck at those digits while his other fingers were lodged deep in her sex had driven her wild, and she’d been temporarily lost to the unraveling pleasure of his possession. Spasming around him, she realized her passion now seemed to depend upon Kronos himself. Without him, there was only a vacuum of unspent need and emptiness.

“How was that, little one?” His tone spoke of his own need, and she mewled when his fingers withdrew from her mouth.

“That was incredible, Master. Thank you.”

For the first time since they’d woken, she wished the gloom would clear to reveal his handsome face. She needed to see him, needed to be reminded what a blessing he was.

“Can I help you now, Master?”

She twisted to glance back at him in the darkness. His face was there somewhere, that same striking visage she’d first witnessed on her own street that had become her ultimate fascination. It seemed she was more captivated than captive.

“I’m going to fuck you into this mattress so hard that you won’t know what’s hit you.” His voice washed over her, her lips curling in response to his alleged threat.

The hand that had insisted on her silence lowered to her throat, his fingers draped there as he withdrew from her sex. She lamented the loss, groaning until the digits, still slick with her desire, skimmed over her skin and pressed at her lips.

“Clean me,” he demanded in a gravelly tone. “And then you’re going to get on your hands and knees and give yourself to me.”

“Yes, Master.” She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than to capitulate.

Parting her mouth, she lapped at his fingertips, tasting her own arousal. He might have toppled her into ecstasy, but nothing was going to satiate her longing except the pulsing shaft she could feel trying to burrow inside her.

“You’re good at that,” he praised, while the hand at her throat stiffened slightly. “I need to have you polish my cock more often.”

She moaned in agreement, hoping her rolling hips would confirm the noise’s meaning. As illogical as it sounded, she couldn’t think of any way she’d rather show her devotion to him.

“Okay.” He pulled the fingers from her mouth, somehow managing to find and gently slap one breast as the hand withdrew. “Up now.”

He was gone in a heartbeat, his hot body disappearing into the lonely darkness. Bereaved without him, and abruptly conscious of the chilly air, she followed suit, pulling herself upright and then onto all fours as he’d instructed. With no sign of him in the black, she was guided only by his movement on the bed and the sounds of his breath as he edged forward.

“Head toward your pillow.” His order cut through the shadows, helping to guide her

Settling into place, she was aware of his weight moving behind her. First, there was only the shifting mattress, and then came one hand at her hip, holding her in place as he steadied himself.

His knees brushed the back of hers, nudging her legs wider without words, and she succumbed without protest. Biting her lip, she sensed the crown of his cock grazing across her backside. She was so wet for him; so eager to be filled. It was like she’d become a void, an empty, meaningless space that needed her master to remind her of her value, and instead of offending, that notion only added fuel to the wildfire.

Arching her back, she waited, straining her senses to try to understand the delay. He was right there. She could feel his heat and the throbbing erection desperate to give them both what they wanted.

So, what was the problem?

“Master?” In the end, there was no choice but to offer him a pitiful plea.

She was sure his hesitation was all part of the game; the headfuck he was wielding as amplified power over her, and grudgingly, she had to acknowledge its effectiveness. Waiting on all fours like an animal, she didn’t think she’d ever been more frantic.

“So impatient.” He chuckled, running one of those enormous palms over the curve of her ass and up along her shoulder blade. “You’re going to wait until your master is ready.”

She groaned in reply, reveling in the feel of his hands on her, yet simultaneously eager to have him back inside her. Hell, he had her so worked up that she hardly knew what she wanted anymore.

“Fortunately for you, I’m as enthusiastic as you are, little one.” His hand slid back along her body. “So, you do not have to wait too much longer.”

He lunged forward, his cock slipping straight between her legs and impaling her in one sweeping motion. There was no choice but to cry out at the intensity, her mouth parting into a silent ‘O’ as he eased away and slammed back into her.

“Is that what you need?” One of his hands grasped for her hair and yanked her head backward.

She winced at the sudden hurt, reveling in the depth of his possession as he forced her into a more extreme arch.

“Yes, Master.” She managed the words somehow, her eyes fluttering closed as his pace increased.

“But this isn’t about your pleasure, is it?” His hips stilled abruptly, and the other palm came crashing down on the side of her right ass cheek.