Page 41 of Kronos’ Consort

She’d never been one for the idea of the heavens before meeting him, assuming the skies were limited to what astrophysics had taught her, but, watching the twinkle in his intoxicating eyes as they morphed from hazel to violet once more, she suspected being with him was the closest she’d ever get to paradise.

His cock swelled as he released her hand and paced back to his chair, his retreat offering her a delicious view of his pert backside. Sliding back onto his seat, he caught her eyes again and beckoned her forward.

“Come over here, little one.”

She slipped from her chair without complaint, wriggling her toes against the cold marble floor as she padded over to where he was sitting. There was little fear being around him anymore, but scanning a lustful gaze over his tantalizing body, she acknowledged the familiar fizz of yearning simmering inside her.

“Let me look at you.” He lifted her chin with his hand, guiding her face left and then right as he perused her. “Yes, you are beautiful. Just as I remember. My wonderful, grateful, little mortal.”

His lips stretched into a lazy smile as he emphasized the final line.

“Is there something I can do to serve you, Master?”

She fluttered her eyes at him, her attention darting to his groin out of instinct. Usually, her ‘service’ to him consisted of satisfying him in some depraved and indulgent way, a price she was more than content to pay. She’d have gleefully helped him with his growing erection, whether he got a message to her mother or not, but standing before him, there was something absurdly grounding about knowing he would take care of all her needs, not only the ones pulsing between her legs.

“I like the way you’re thinking.” He nodded approvingly. “But not now, little one.”

A pang of disappointment washed over her at the news, and she wondered if it showed on her heating face.

“What then, Master?” Her hands slipped behind her back the way he had taught her, her gaze falling as she awaited his verdict.

“Kristina.” His lighter tone vibrated over her, goosing her skin. “Have you forgotten our plans?” His voice was wry. “This moment is already promised to something other than carnality.”

Her chin rose as she tried to recall what they’d decided to do after eating, but in the haze of her recent melancholy, their so-called schedule was lost to her.

“I’m sorry, Master. “She shrugged. “I can’t remember.”

He shook his head. “It is time for more of your study,” he explained, one of his large hands shifting to squeeze her hip gently. “We did discuss this earlier.”

“Oh, yes.”

She laughed at the idea that she’d forgotten the thing she’d previously implored him for, but that was what it was like being around Kronos. His masterful presence was a constant headfuck, and over their time together, she’d grown to adore his ability to overawe her. Despite his rules and routines, she never knew where she was from one moment to the next, and it was that blend of excited structure that constantly enthralled her.

“Let us go to the cloud garden.” He tugged her hand, encasing her fingers with his. “And then, with your thirst for knowledge quenched once more, we can consider what more you owe me.”

Chapter Twenty

Kronos

“So.” Curled up by his feet, Kristina’s brows knitted as she tried to remember everything he’d relayed to her. Sitting on the golden throne he’d conjured for the occasion, he once again towered over her naked form, yet she seemed content to receive her lessons that way, her focus unfaltering and her questions predictably unrelenting. “How many women do you think you’ve had here over the centuries, Master?”

He smirked at her query, reaching for her hair and tugging at her silky tresses. “Now, now, little one,” he teased. “There’s no need for jealousy.”

“Master.” She winced, her gaze registering the sudden spike of pain as his digits stiffened. “I’m not jealous. I’m curious.”

Clinging to his calf, her curvy, diminutive body reminded him more of a feline than a woman. Half covered by the blanket he’d gifted her, her long legs were tucked under her delightful bottom, supported by the surface of the cloud beneath them. Those same clouds had been the subject of some fascination for her during the session, with her revealing the way the surface tickled at her backside. It seemed his little one had always assumed that clouds were unreachable and impossible to touch, but should the feat have been possible, she’d imagined them to be soft and fluffy. The real thing, then, was seemingly quite a different experience for her. The white mists currently providing them both with somewhere to rest were coarser and more wiry than she’d envisioned, their structures supported by his enchantments.

“Is that right?” He chuckled at her pluck.

In the days they’d spent together since he’d almost lost her, she’d been better at succumbing and had fewer reasons to show her mettle, but he knew it was still there. He remembered the woman he’d first encountered all too well.

“Yes.” She lifted her chin as far as his digits would allow. “I’m here to learn, Master, and numbers are an important part of that process for me.”

“Hmmm.” He eyed her, suppressing the desire to laugh. It was early days as far as their lessons were concerned, but thus far, he’d had no complaints about the sessions. In many ways, it had been refreshing to have the dedicated time with her to explain his worldview. After so many centuries of reverence and ostracization, it was energizing to find someone who genuinely wanted to learn from him. Kristina was a revelation. “I have honestly lost count of the true number.”

The crease in her brow deepened, her concern presumably inspired by the idea he’d had so many lovers that he’d lost track of their number.

“I have invested in each one of them,” he went on, choosing to ignore her reaction. “But I admit, once they surrendered, I lost interest in them.”