Chapter 33

Chapter

Thirty-Three

DAPHNE

“That was the longest car ride home,” Apollo says as we both enter the kitchen. “Maybe I should have pulled the car over and fucked you in the back seat like two horny teenagers.”

The blush takes over my entire body without warning. I walk to the kitchen table and take a seat in order to try to regain my composure. This man now has a way of making me feel like a giddy little schoolgirl, and I hate it. But I don’t hate him. No, my feelings are the polar opposite of hate, but just as powerful.

Apollo smirks. “I like the way you embarrass so easily. Now that it’s just you and me, alone here, I’m noticing all the little things about you, and I’m finding I enjoy them all.”

I turn my head to look into Apollo’s smiling eyes. The soft wrinkles at the edges give his sexy charm a sense of maturity. He keeps my stare locked within his for what seems like an eternity. His gaze single-handedly melts my heart. I ooze from the inside out. He has a power over my emotions that I’m not used to allowing. His strength, his intoxicating dark demeanor, his aura just screams out, ‘Man.’

Without looking away, Apollo slowly walks to my side of the table and leans in toward me, with his mouth only inches from mine. “I want to feel your lips on me.”

He isn’t asking permission, yet announcing his intent. The actions of a Godwin .

I look down at his mouth and then back into his eyes and softly whisper, “I’d like that.”

He places a hand on each side of my head and softly presses his lips to mine. The touch sends tingles through my entire body. Never has a simple kiss given me such a powerful, intense reaction with anyone else, and not even with him. It’s just a kiss, and yet so much more.

The power this man has over me… When he never had this control before…

His lips move slowly along mine until his tongue lightly presses past my lips. The warmth and the wetness increase the desire building inside my core. His fingers caress my hair softly as his tongue continues to explore. A kiss, a high-inducing kiss, is more than I can imagine. I can smell Apollo, taste Apollo, and feel Apollo. I hunger for more. I want the kiss to last forever—never wanting his lips to leave mine.

“You feel so right,” Apollo murmurs between our entwined breaths.

The sound of his voice, muffled by the kiss, provokes an involuntary gasp, revealing how locked in his hold I’ve become. Never would I have thought I’d feel so much power from a simple kiss. At this moment, the only thing I want is for him to never stop.

His hands move down my back, and he pulls me to standing so we can be closer. My breasts press firmly to his rock-hard chest with only thin layers of cotton between us. As our bodies merge, our kiss becomes more frenzied. Apollo presses his tongue deeper into my mouth. I respond by parting my lips wider and dancing my tongue with his. My breath mixes with his, my gasps swallowed by the kiss.

The all-consuming, most mind-blowing kiss.

A kiss I never knew could exist. With one kiss, my husband—a man I never thought I’d love again—has captured my heart even more than it has already been possessed by our passionate sex before.

Slowly pulling away, he looks deep into my eyes. His own glazed over as desire courses across his face. He runs a single finger along my jawline and traces it along the edge of my needy lips. A small, seductive smile forms as he leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.

We both stare at each other for a few moments, scanning each other’s face, searching for a peek into our souls.

“This has never been us. We rarely kiss…well, this is just not like us.” I feel the need to discuss this, confused that I like the kiss as much as I do. That deep down, I don’t want it to stop.

“This might not be how we kissed before, but it’s how we kiss now.” He smiles .

I take a deep breath before speaking. “This is different, Apollo. You and I both know it. So different.”

Apollo lowers his mouth to mine again, silencing my words. He kisses with more passion this time, and with more excitement than before. His mouth continues to claim mine as I feel his desire building—my desire building. I inhale at the sudden change but pull him closer with my hands clinging desperately to his back.

“I don’t want you to think of the past. Of the way we were. Only focus on right now.” Apollo pauses from his onslaught of kisses to examine my face. “It’s just you and me right now. Right now.”

I smile at the look of determination mixed with passion on his face. “I want that, too. Right now. Only focus on now. I don’t know why. I don’t know how this happened. All I know is that I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Daphne,” Apollo moans.

He moves his mouth to my neck and places soft kisses there, while his hand slowly works its way under my shirt and bra. His palm cups my breast, and I arch my back to meet his touch. His lips move to my ear, and he lightly nips. I hear his ragged breathing and feel his body tense with pent-up passion.

I lower my hand to his bulging erection pressed against his pants. When my fingers make contact, Apollo groans in desire.

“Fuck! I want to be soft. I want to be gentle… But you are driving me crazy.”

I undo his belt buckle, unbutton and unzip his pants in one fluid motion. “I don’t want soft. I don’t want gentle. I want you to take me. Take me hard,” I demand as I wrap my hand around his throbbing cock.

He grabs and pushes me hard up against the wall. Reaching for my hands, guiding them above my head, holding them firm with one hand, his other rips off my clothing. He yanks, he tugs, and he has me naked before I can even take my next breath. His lips press against mine with such force, such fierce command.

I have never felt such strength, such domination before with this man. Something changed as of late, but I’m trying to do as he asked. Only focus on the now. But still… First with the spankings, the cage, the forced sex, and now with this round. This time is different, however. We seem to be going into this with eyes wide open.

Apollo moves his lips to my neck and kisses, sucks, and bites. With my arms still pinned above my head by his massive hand, I have no choice but to allow Apollo to do as he wishes .

I feel the sting of his teeth on my neck and mewl, trying to not focus on the fact that I stand completely naked before him once again.

He picks me up and carries me to his room— our room—before I can fully comprehend what is happening. I’m in his arms. His chest is flexing beneath me. I can hear his heavy breathing, thick with desire. I can smell his intoxicating scent. My head spins; I am consumed with lust, drunk with passion.

Before I can regain composure, he throws me down onto his bed. I see him grab a black satin ribbon from a bedside table. I wonder what other wicked items he has inside that table. He grabs one hand and ties it to the bedpost, and then he does the same with the other. I have never been tied, never been defenseless by a simple ribbon. I tug to see if I can escape, pull to see if this is for real. With a mixture of fear and desire, I allow myself to trust Apollo, but at the same time, take delight in the sizzle of fear that courses through my veins. I am helpless. There is nothing I can do to fight him off. I can’t stop what will happen next. And yet, even as my heart skips, I love the feeling. The complete abandon. Knowing he is now fully in control.

He stands before me and takes off all of his clothes in the same rush and fury that has landed me naked and tied to his bed. His ripped, tight body stands before me in all its glory. With hungry eyes, he stares down at my body stretched out on his bed and seductively smiles.

“I plan to make this a habit of my day. To feed my hunger.”

I smile. “We must keep that appetite satiated.”

“It’s now your job.”

“I plan to be an overachieving employee,” I tease back.

Apollo reaches for more ribbon, grabs one of my legs, and ties one ankle to the bedpost and then secures the other, spreading me wide open. In mere moments, I find myself sprawled out on the bed, in Apollo’s control. I try to move, try to test the strength of the bonds. A shiver runs down my spine when I can’t move. I am his. Yes, I am his.

“Apollo…” I moan.

He kisses one breast and then the other. He sucks each nipple, slightly nipping with his teeth. I gasp. I moan. I have never been restricted before and am not able to hold on to someone during sex. The feeling of being defenseless is terrifying but electrifying at the same time.

“Please. I want to hold you,” I beg. The need to touch his skin consumes me.

Ignoring my plea, he continues his descent down my abdomen with kisses. He reaches his final destination, his lips caressing every ounce of flesh, licking my entire mound until I’m desperate for more. I am dying to feel his tongue delve into me. I want to feel the invasion, the penetration. The man has a way of intensifying every emotion and sensation in my body. I need him. I hunger for him. I crave everything about him. Yet, I know the ultimate power is his, and he will lead this delicious dance as he sees fit.

“Apollo!” I scream when his tongue connects with my clit. A surge of sensation steals my breath. “I want you,” I plead as I test the ties again. I’m aching to touch, desperate to have some control back.

My body frantically searches for release any way that I can as I shamelessly grind my pussy against his face and mouth. I need to come. God, I hope he’ll make me come. But I need more than his mouth. I need his cock in me, and just as I’m about to demand he fuck me, he moves away from my needy cunt and lowers his body on top of mine. I try to reach for him. I try to embrace his body. But the constraints of the ties hold me in place.

“Untie me,” I beg.

He simply shakes his head and slowly eases his way in between my legs. As his cock spreads me wide, he captures my gaze and never releases it. He stares deep into my eyes, linking our souls, connecting our energy.

He presses deeper with every gasp from me, as if my sounds of pleasure fuel the energy and desire inside of him.

I moan.

He presses on.

I cry out.

He fucks me harder.

His own moans become my soundtrack to the most amazing sex of my life.

Apollo pushes deep within and suddenly stops. Without either of our bodies moving, I feel nothing more than Apollo rooted within me. Taking the moment of stillness does something to me. I feel a connection and closeness I didn’t know possible. I look into his eyes and just smile. It begins with just my lips, but staring into Apollo’s face, I know my pleasure is reflected in his eyes.

“I’m yours,” I admit freely.

“I wanted nothing more than to hear those words.”

“Untie me. Let me show you how much I’m yours. Let me prove how much I want to belong to you,” I whisper .

Apollo touches his lips to mine, pulls his cock out of me, and then slowly unties one hand and then the other. He takes his time and after each bond is removed, he kisses and licks the reddened area to soothe the sting. I didn’t realize how much I fought against the restraints until he does so.

Once all the ties are removed, I crawl into his lap, press my lips to his neck, and take the moment to be held and feel protected. I enjoy the soft, the calm… The love. I move my lips to his and kiss him until I feel that our lips have melted together. His breath is mine, my breath is his. I feel his tongue lightly move along, his hands caress, we embrace.

He eases me onto my back and slowly rubs his cock along my throbbing clit. The sensation sends an emotion through me that nearly brings tears to my eyes. I become whole, so complete. Having him so close to me feels…right.

He moves the tip of his dick at a slow and sensual pace. He caresses my hair and smiles softly while looking into my eyes. “I can’t do soft any longer. I need to fuck you hard before I explode,” Apollo confesses.

A growl works its way past his lips as he grabs me by the hips and, in one hard thrust, drives himself deep within the warmth of my body. I wrap my legs tighter around his back and thrust my hips to drive him even deeper. I moan at the feeling of him spreading me, further inside me than I ever imagine possible. I crave more. I want him to drive in and out at a rapid pace.

I feel like a sex-crazed vixen beneath him as he pumps in and out with a force and speed that brings an impending orgasm near. He grabs me by the hair and pulls my lips to his again. He drives his tongue deep within my mouth, never letting go of his grip. He dominates me with the pull, with the thrust of his hips, and with the power he has over the building explosion of pleasure begging for release.

“Let go for me. Let go, princess,” he demands with a deep, sensual voice.

As if knowing I should never go against one of Apollo’s commands, I let the climax take over. The fire works its way from my toes all the way to my head. My moan becomes louder, louder until it becomes a scream.

With the sound of my release ringing throughout the room, he pumps hard one last time, filling me with his seed. Claiming me. Marking me. Forever his.