Chapter 12

Chapter

Twelve

ATHENA

I enter the mansion after having returned from a meeting with a florist for the garden party in a month, and of course, all the guys are in the living room. Perseus is sitting on my favorite couch with some skank on his lap.

Each day at this mansion, it gets harder and harder to deal with. It’s ridiculous. Heph is still following me around, causing problems like a poltergeist that won’t get off my ass. And Perseus does whatever he can to be a complete asshole.

Well, not all the boys are bad.

Paris and I go out for coffee almost daily and end up making out like teenagers in his car. He really is so sweet and makes me laugh when our lips aren’t glued together. Then there is Eros. I might still think about the things we did after the masquerade party every time I get in the shower. He hasn’t visited my room since, but we do text pretty much constantly. Well, we sext constantly. Not all of our conversations start like that, but that’s how they end, with my pussy dripping wet and aching as I type out the filthiest things to him. He replies, taking my idea a step further, and usually with him in control.

It’s adorable he thinks he would be the one on top.

The girl on Perseus’s lap giggles and whispers as I walk past them. I ignore her. It’s none of my business, but I know that in a matter of hours, or probably minutes, he is going to take that random girl to the bedroom right next to mine and fuck her against the wall of my room, making it as loud as possible. Telling her to scream his name. I have to wonder… does it really count if you have to tell the girl to scream for you?

“Ahh, look, Candy, it’s my gold-digging whore of a stepsister,” Perseus says.

“My name is Cindy,” the girl says, but no one is listening to her.

“Not your stepsister or any kind of sister, really. Your bloodline wouldn’t know the first thing of how to blend with mine.” I smile, trying to head up to my room so I can put away my stuff and maybe run a bubble bath and text Eros.

I dart my gaze to him, and he is watching me with a little smirk and his phone sitting next to him plugged in so he will have a full battery.

Good. Eros is on the same wavelength as me.

“So then, like, why are you in his house?” the girl asks.

“It’s my house,” I say, though why I’m speaking to this mouse of a girl, I don’t know.

“Not yet,” Perseus says. “It’s just a matter of time before you fuck up, and it’s all mine.”

“If you say so, brother ,” I taunt him. I am ready to leave it at that and go take my bath when the little tramp whispers about gold-digging, thieving bitches, and I let my control snap, just a little. “Okay, Mindy, let me tell you how this is going to play out. You look like the kind of person that could use a head start to process everything.”

“Oh, shit,” Eros whispers, and Paris snickers.

“You are going to stay down here for a bit, and Perseus is going to tell you god only knows what and convince you to go to his room, so he can ‘make sweet love to you,’” I say with air quotes. “Or whatever bullshit line he gives you. But he won’t take you to his room. That is down the hallway. No, he will take you to the room next to mine, where he will fuck you against the wall not to please you, but in an attempt to annoy me. He will say things like ‘that’s right, baby. Scream for me louder,’ blah blah blah. He won’t call you again, and this cheap bastard probably won’t even pay for your Uber home. And trust me, Trudy, you will be gone by morning.”

The room is quiet for a moment. I’m content with that and about to head to my room when she has to say, “Sounds like a jealous bitch to me. Everyone knows Perseus and his friends are the best lovers out there, and tonight I get their king.”

Oh, this poor dumb little bitch .

“Really? I mean, I don’t know how good these men are firsthand, but I think you chose poorly.”

“Excuse me,” Perseus growls out.

“Well, I mean okay let’s look at the options. Heph has some serious anger management issues that, if channeled into sex, would make him a fucking powerhouse. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.” I tap his chest, and he just glowers at me.

“Paris is sweet as fuck and would probably be the type of lover women swoon over for the rest of their lives, wondering why their husbands can’t be as loving, gentle, and thorough as he is. Don’t let the constant attachment to his laptop fool you. He would make sure his partner comes a few times before making love to them in a way that would be a soul-altering experience.”

I smirk as Paris blushes at my praise.

“Then we have Eros.” I stand behind him on the couch with my hands on his shoulders. “He is the dirtiest, kinkiest motherfucker you have ever met. He will find new ways to make you come that are so satisfying you don’t even care that afterward you are going to wonder if you need therapy. Rumor has it, that he’s not just pierced on his face.” I give a wink.

“Damn straight,” Eros says before taking a drink of his beer.

And just because I can, I add, “And he is on a personal mission to prove every woman can squirt. So you know it’s going to be good.”

Paris starts laughing as Eros chokes on his beer.

“So, yeah, as far as men go, I get the appeal for these three. But Perseus looks like he is a two-pump chump that thinks the female orgasm is a myth. And judging by how quickly his little escapades against my bedroom wall are over, I hope you are a talented actress. Because trust me, Barbie, you will be faking it tonight.”

With that, I turn to leave. Eros and Paris are visibly trying hard not to laugh. Heph has his normal menacing stare, and without even looking, I know Perseus is staring daggers into my back as I calmly walk out of the room and head to my bedroom.

Just as I drop my purse and look over my collection of bath bombs, trying to pick out one for tonight, my phone pings.

Eros: You are a very bad girl.

I smirk as I type out my response.

Me: Are you going to punish me, Daddy ?

Eros: I would take you over my knee right now if I wasn’t sure you would like it.

Me: I know I’d like it.

Eros: Yes, you would.

Me: But was I wrong?

Eros: About me, nope. About the others? I think you nailed Paris. But Heph I don’t know. And Perseus, I don’t think so, but that wasn’t what you were trying to do. Was it, bad girl?

Me: I don’t know what you are talking about.

Eros: Yes, you do, but that’s okay. He had it coming, and to be honest, it’s kind of hot watching you stand up to him.

Me: Really?

Eros: Yeah, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were an incredibly bad girl. Do you know how I punish bad girls?

Me: Tell me.

Eros: I punish them by making them beg for forgiveness. I make them crawl on their knees and beg me to take them back. And when they finally realize that they are mine, I make them scream my name until they can’t think of anything else.

My breath hitches as I imagine what it would be like to have him punish me.

Eros: Do you want that, little one? Do you want to be punished?

The thought of him punishing me sends shivers down my spine. I bite my lip, trying to control the urge to beg him for it. But the truth is, I want it desperately. I want to feel his hands on me, his breath on my skin, and his power over me.

Me: Yes, Daddy. I want to be punished.

Eros: Good girl. Then get ready because you’re in for a wild ride. I’m coming to your room.

Me: I’m still not going to fuck you... Daddy.

I’m lying. I’m so fucking turned on right now that I’d fuck Eros. No doubt about it. But I think he likes the chase. And one thing about me... I know how to run.

He doesn’t even bother knocking at my door. “Strip,” he commands as he enters my room all the way.

I obey without hesitation, peeling off my clothes one by one until I’m standing before him, completely naked. His eyes roam over my body, and I feel a rush of heat spread through me.

“Beautiful, but I’m afraid you still have to be punished.”

I bite my lip, trying to hide my excitement, but I know he can see right through me. His eyes glint with a dark desire. He reaches down to undo his belt, slowly pulling it free from the loops of his pants. He folds it in half, letting it snap against his palm.

“You asked for this, baby girl. If you are going to act like a brat to one of us, just know that Daddy’s coming at the end to make you pay for it.”

I can feel my arousal building, and I know that Eros can see it, too. He stalks around me, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room. The air moves as he swings the belt and strikes me across the ass.

I gasp. The pain is sharp, but it’s in a different universe compared to the pain of being punished when I was a child.

This is so different. So fucking different, and I love it.

My skin burns, and I close my eyes as I revel in the kinky passion flooding into my wet pussy.

Eros spanks me with the belt again. And again. I count three strikes before he replaces it with his hand.

His palm is warm and firm on my ass, and my skin burns under his touch. He pushes me down onto my knees, and I don’t hesitate to obey.

He spanks me once, twice, and three times as I block out the fact that I’m literally burning up my feminist card as I submit to a man. Yet, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

I close my eyes, focusing on the pain, trying to get lost in it. I don’t want to think about anything but the fact that I’m kneeling naked in front of a man who demands it. A man who is not only earning my respect but is fucking taking it.

His hand comes down hard, a sharp sting spreading through me, but I don’t cry out. He spanks me again, harder still. And then again. Each time, my ass is burning hotter and hotter, but I don’t make a sound.

“Do you like that, baby girl?”

I say nothing, and he spanks me harder.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He lifts me off my knees and throws me onto the bed, pinning me underneath him. I gasp as the air is forced out of me.

“This is how bad girls get punished.”

I can feel him hard against me, and I struggle to draw breath.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Daddy, please fuck me. ”

“Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Daddy, fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t move.”

“Good girls get rewarded, baby girl.”

He flips me over so that my ass is up in the air. I shiver, the cool air on my overheated skin. His fingers are slipping inside me. He plays with me, teasing my clit, and I cry out.

“Please, Eros.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

He plunges his finger inside me, and I gasp, my hips grinding back against him. He gathers my hair, pulling it back so that he can bite the back of my neck. I gasp, my pussy quivering around his digit.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

I swallow hard, unable to get the words out.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

“Hard?”

“Hard. I want you to fuck me hard.”

“That’s right, baby girl. You tell Daddy what you want.”

He spreads my ass cheeks, his fingers teasing me until I’m begging for it.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me.”

“You want me to take this virgin hole of yours?”

“Yes... yes.” And I do. I desperately do.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, baby girl. You shouldn’t just give your virginity to anyone.”

He swats my ass hard, and I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets.

“There’s a plan for this virginity. And right now... my baby girl is going to have to wait.”

Without another word, or another touch, Eros leaves as quickly as he came.

My phone chimes and when I pick it up to read the text, it takes all my might not to throw my phone across the room.

Eros: That was your punishment, baby girl.