She’d spread and arch, and I’d thrust—
Shit.
The longer I stayed here, the bigger the cracks in my willpower.
She shook her head, falling deeper and deeper into the lecherous lewdness she couldn’t control.
I had to get away from her.
I had to lock her away from everyone—male and female if I didn’t want her to mount someone to chase relief.
My fingers tightened around hers, digging the pen deeper into the page. “Four years. A tiny cost to have your freedom returned.”
She moaned again, louder this time, losing civility under the crippling greed. “Just give me my freedom now. Give me…” Her head fell back as she pressed her pussy against the desk again. “Give me something. God, what did you give me? What’s happening to me?”
Deciding to destroy her just because I could, just because she drew out needs I didn’t want, I swept her hair away from her nape, and pressed a chaste kiss to the heat-sticky skin, inhaling the flush of a woman in full musky heat. “You’re freer than you’ve ever been in your life.”
She did more than shudder. She almost orgasmed from my touch. Her entire body quaked as internal muscles clenched so hard, I almost saw the wave of ecstasy flutter her stomach. “Please…make it stop.”
“Can’t.” I kissed the nodules of her spine, tracing where they disappeared under the thick wave of tangled hair. “Just give in.”
“No.”
“No?”
I reached around and grabbed her between the legs. “Are you sure? Don’t you want to ride my hand? Don’t you want to come so bad your teeth ache, your belly aches, your entire soul aches for me to bend you over right here and fucking drive my cock inside you?”
“Oh, God.” Her free arm lashed around my neck, clinging to me as her hips rocked into my hand. “Let me go.”
“You’re holding me.” I chuckled, but it came out more like a growl.
“Stop this. God, stop it.” Her hips thrust forward. “I don’t want this.”
A spurt of heat and wetness filled my hand.
I dug the heel of my palm against her clit. “Your body says otherwise.”
The long jumper she wore rode up until I cupped her through her underwear. The material was fucking drenched. The slipperiness went past coy and straight into desperation. I rubbed her, dragging my fingers through the sopping saturation of her cunt. “How badly do you want me to stab my fingers inside you?”
She cried out as she thrust wildly into my hand.
A second later, she tried to push me away, shaking her head, almost sobbing. “No. No. Let me go. I don’t want this.”
I smirked and let her go. I backed away, leaving her steaming with a slick of wetness glistening on her thigh. “Sign the contract and I’ll take you to your villa. You can spend the day getting off until you calm down.”
“I can’t.” She buckled over, clutching her stomach as if she could vomit out the effects.
That wouldn’t work. It was in her blood now. It was racing through every vein and artery, swelling her clit, her nipples, her brain with the incessant need to fuck.
Fuck.
And fuck.
“How many men?” the question ripped with torture from her lips. A heady groan followed as her hand pressed against her pussy. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks, fighting the urge to masturbate in front of me, not knowing that in another minute she’d do anything I asked.
She’d insert anything inside herself. She’d have sex with anything in this room if I allowed it. She’d fall to her knees and stick her entire fist inside her if I promised she could have my cock as a reward.
See how I don’t like to play games, girl? Don’t ever cross me. Don’t fight me. You’ll never come out on top.
I wiped my hand on my trousers, smearing the leftover residue of her need. “Four men. Sign and give me four years. Four times you’ll be given this drug and four times you will be fucked within an inch of your life and love every sordid moment of it.”
Her gaze met mine, frenzied and almost demented with lust.
I didn’t move.
I let her make the choice.
Suddenly, as if she couldn’t bear it any longer, she spun around, snatched my pen, and scrawled her name on my contract. She willingly entered my employment.
With a manic moan, she slithered from standing to her knees, rocking with her arms around her middle at my feet.
Stepping around her yearning puddle, I read the name she’d given.
Eleanor Grace.
I smirked down at the wild creature, fighting the urge not to fuck her own fingers.
Not so graceful now, are you?
Her hand wrapped around my ankle. Her fingernails dug into my flesh. She looked up with far too much determination. “Please.”
A beg.
A beg oozing with need.
I froze, crippled beneath a wave of my own consuming hunger.
Seeing her like this, knowing she’d let me do anything to her, fuck…I should get far away from her. I should lock her up so no guests could take her. I should keep her far away from the other goddesses.