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"You made adeal, remember?" she intoned, swaying her hips back and forth along my length. "My tits. Now."

"My cockstays in my pants," I repeated, meaning every word.

She sighed. "If it must. Show me if those hands can do magic."

Fuck.

I had to do this. I promised. And she was feeling awful, craving, needing to be touched. She wasn't going to hate me tomorrow. Was she?

I sat up and brought my hands to the dark green lace.

Fuck. Her nipples perked up the moment I brushed the left lobe with my thumb. She was so, so responsive.

"You have gorgeous tits," I whispered.

I wasn't lying. One of my hands slid behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. They were so fucking full and heavy. If I had to do this, I wasn't going to do it halfway. With the chains still around her wrists, it only fell down a little, freeing the most beautiful pair of breasts in the world. Never mind touching them, I wanted to run my tongue over them, and suck, and blow.

But the deal was one simple thing, and I stuck to it, ignoring the way her drenched panties were for all intents and purposes riding my fucking cock as best I could. I didn't think I'd ever been this hard. I didn't think it was possible to be this hard.

I kept my eyes fixed on my work, brushing, palming, clasping her breasts firmly. She liked it hard, I noticed, whimpering when I held on tight enough to hurt a little.

Fuck, I needed a taste.

But I wasn't the one affected by a lust spell. I was the one of us who'd have to answer for this tomorrow. All I was doing was minimizing damage. That was acceptable. Anything more would be taking advantage.

Kleos kept her word, not trying to open my fly, but I regretted it a thousand times as she used the friction against my cock to get herself off while I rubbed her tits. And then, finally,finally, my wish was granted. She crashed.

I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling for what felt like ever.

It was long past midnight.

I was so, so fucked. In every sense except the literal.

I turned to her sleeping, contented face, beautiful in her innocent slumber."You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?"

37

KLEOS

Iusually took a while to wake up, reluctantly pulling myself out of the arms of Morpheus, stretching out like a cat before opening my eyes. Not today. The moment my brain returned to consciousness, I sat up, alarmed.

Oh, by the gods, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

My head was pounding harder than the day after a shot competition against Gideon and Silver, but everything came back to me in lurid detail.

“Oh, no,” I whimpered hopelessly.

I wished I could believe it had all been a dream. The fact was that I was on a bed with red silk coverings in nothing but my panties and the diamond necklace, currently pink. My bra, shoes, and dress scattered around the room, and chains hanging from the metal posts, said that everything I visualized had happened.

Could one die of embarrassment? I didn’t spontaneously expire, so presumably, no.

I was alone in the room. Lucian probably ran away as fast as he could the moment I stopped humping him like a bitch in heat.

Fuck.

We had a good thing going on this week. He was a tremendous help, and I’d grown to value his company, his conversation, the freedom that his manor afforded me, the dinners with his grandfather, his damn cat. Why the hell did I have to go and ruin it all?