Chapter 39

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

DAPHNE

I enter my sister’s room, not sure how much of what’s just happened I need to tell her. I touch my belly and consider sharing the good news but feel it’s not time yet. The pregnancy is still early, and she just lost her baby. Her wound still has to be extremely raw. The time will be right soon enough, but not now. And as for Apollo and his true identity… she doesn’t need to know that either. She’s still asleep which makes all my decisions easy. I don’t want to lie to her, but she doesn’t need to be pulled into the Godwin web any more than she already is.

Tip toeing out of her room, I make my way to Apollo’s study.

Apollo hangs up the phone and kisses me firmly on the mouth. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” I answer with my eyes still closed as I slowly pull away from the kiss. A girl could get used to spending her mornings greeted this way.

I always imagined a marriage to be this way but gave up hope of that pretty early on after saying our vows.

“That was our agent. I needed to reschedule since we canceled on her when we went to get your sister. She’s got some houses that she thinks will be perfect for us to see today.”

“Today?”

“Why not? We can’t live here forever, and I’m looking forward to starting our future. Whatever that future is.”

The idea of a future with this man terrifies me but also excites me. “I like that idea,” I say, still not wanting to get off his lap. Never wanting to get off his lap. “I guess I better get ready.”

He tugs my wrist toward him, giving me no choice but to stumble up against his chest.

“Kiss me,” he orders in a gruff whisper.

I follow his direction gladly. I want nothing more than to feel his lips against mine.

Everything is so uncertain in our lives now that we have to start new. We have to build from scratch. But the one thing that my new husband and I have is the intense chemistry that makes it almost impossible to keep our hands off of each other. When in doubt, fuck. I think that may be the new motto we live by. At least for now until we figure out who exactly we are to each other and what that means moving forward. But as the man kisses me, I have no issue at all with this new motto.

“Remove your clothes,” he orders again.

Without hesitation, something I now know he appreciates—immediate compliance—I stand back and with as much grace as I can muster, remove each item as seductively as I can. It’s a dance I am performing for my audience of one.

Apollo sits back on his desk and crosses his arms against his chest, clearly enjoying the display.

“Stand naked before me,” he orders once all my clothes are removed.

I do so without protest.

“Spin and allow me to see that ass of yours.”

I do as he asks, turning my back to him.

“Bend over so I can see you on full display.”

I pause for a moment but follow his request. “Your demands are dark and twisted.”

“You have no idea how true that statement is. Spread your cheeks for me. I want to see the asshole that I plan to claim again and again,” he orders.

My heart skips, but I reach behind me and pull apart the fleshy mounds of my ass. The cool air of the room invading the most intimate of spots sends shivers down my spine. He says nothing for seconds, but it seems like a lifetime. I remain in position, almost feeling his stare. The juices that form between my lips are also on display, and I’m sure he can indeed see that fact. I can smell my scent of need and wonder if he can smell me as well as see exactly what his authoritative words do to me.

I hear the motion of him getting off the desk. I remain in position, determined to stay that way until he gives the command to move. I hear him rummaging through a drawer and fight the temptation to glance over.

I jump slightly when I feel his palm on my ass. “Keep them spread,” he directs. A cold liquid touches my anus, and I tense and nearly let go of my cheeks. “I want to take you here. I want my cock buried in the depth of your ass again.”

My heart beats so hard, I can feel the pulse in my temples. I swallow back the lump in my throat, trying not to jerk up and run out of the office. Panic mixed with a forbidden desire to have him do just as he pleases rumbles within me. I liked it last time. In fact, I loved it. But it still makes me nervous as I await the biting stretch.

He continues to spread the lubrication all around my anus and presses it past the puckered hole with his finger. He coats every inch of my hole, preparing it for entry.

He moves me to the edge of the desk and presses me down to lie on my stomach against the cool surface. “Have you fantasized about me taking your ass again?”

I nod, realizing that subconsciously I must have. The idea of anal sex has always been off limits with us before, and yet, here I am with this man, excited…craving it more than once. I want it as part of our marriage for so many reasons, and even reasons I’m not sure of. My body says yes, even though my insecurities may say no.

“I will be gentle, but it will take some time for you to adjust. Just because it happened before and I’ve played with that hole of yours, doesn’t mean you’ll get used to the bite. I need you to trust me, relax with my touch, and completely give me your submission.”

“Is it going to hurt just as bad as last time?” I ask in my most innocent voice. I’m enjoying this little game. I want his cock buried in my ass again more than anything, and I know he wants the same. But the innocent anal virgin game is fun.

“You know it will. Just the way you like it, princess.”

I nod. I can’t say anything more if I try. My breathing comes in ragged pants, and my body hums with a sensation I’m new to experiencing.

He lowers himself over my back and softly kisses the side of my neck, my shoulder, my earlobe—each kiss sending tingles to my throbbing pussy. His cock presses against the crease of my butt .

“I’m scared,” I lie. The only thing I’m truly scared of is him stopping.

“I’ll take care of you. Just breathe and trust me.”

“I’m scared it’ll hurt too much,” I continue.

“You’ll feel a bite of pain as my cock enters you. But as your little hole relaxes, it will allow me better entrance. You just have to relax the best you can.” He kisses my neck and nibbles my ear. “But the pleasure I give you will be worth the bite of pain.”

He reaches down with his hand and guides his cock to my tight back entrance. Slowly, and with so much control, he presses the tip of his dick past the tight ring. He pauses so I can get used to the initial shock.

“Relax. Open yourself to me,” he purrs in my ear, following the words with soft kisses to my neck.

He pushes further, causing me to gasp. The bite, the stretch, the erotic feeling, all become too much. I shake my head. “You’re too big for me. I think I’ll tear.”

Apollo whispers in my ear, “You’ve thought that before, and you took me just fine. Might have hurt, but hurt so fucking good. Take a deep breath.” I do as he asks. “Take another one and relax your muscles. You need to trust that once I am fully inside you, it will feel good. Submit your fear, your tension, and your body to me.”

He reaches a hand around my front and finds my clit. He circles his finger around, causing me to moan in delight. I focus my attention on the arousal his finger gives me and can ease the muscles of my anus. Doing so allows his cock to press completely into my ass.

“That’s it, princess,” he praises as he slowly pumps his length in and out. “Let me claim that ass of yours. Let me make you mine.”

My hole stretches to impossible levels, but my body heightens with each move of his cock. It’s a different type of pleasure than with my pussy, but it’s still pleasure.

Having Apollo’s cock fill my ass and pump in and out gives me a sense of belonging. At that very moment, I am his. I give myself completely.

“I want to come in your ass,” he moans.

“Yes, yes!”

His gentle thrusts become a little more aggressive. Each push goes slightly deeper than before. Tingles in my ass become sparks of ecstasy. My dark channel pulsates around his cock, and I scream out his name .

My sound of pleasure brings on a few more driving thrusts, and Apollo ends the fucking with a roar. I feel his shooting seed fill my hole.

We rest on the desk for quite some time. I listen to his deep breaths as I gather my own.

“I could do this all day,” he finally says.

“We could…”

He sighs. “The agent is waiting.”

I wiggle my ass as his cock finally pulls out of me. “Yes, I suppose we should get ready.”

“As soon as we get back to Seattle, I’ll need you to go into Medusa really quick to sign some contracts.” Apollo’s words are like cold water being poured on me.

My heart sinks. I’m not sure if it’s because he speaks of going back to our normal reality without even mentioning what that means for us, or that a part of me desperately wants to never leave Heathens Hollow. I’m afraid of what will change between us. I’m afraid of what will change with him. But then I should be excited. He said we’re going to look at houses. To start fresh. To embark on a new future. But hearing the word Medusa sends a shiver and sense of dread through me.

“Okay,” I whisper, trying to not make it obvious how unsettled I am. “What time did you want to leave today?”

“Let me finish responding to these emails. If you don’t mind letting your sister know we’re leaving. Also let her know that I have the housekeeper and cook coming back to help her out while we are gone. I’ll join you as soon as I get done. Then we can head to Seattle.”

I get off his lap, pick up my clothes, and walk toward the door feeling like my entire life is in chaos. I can’t decide if it’s good or bad or a mixture of the two.