Page 34

Dionysus

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I lean against the door that leads to the pool, and I know that Cecily is aware that I’m here. I can see her body, not her face, but if I could guess, I’d say she’s embarrassed as she stops walking.

My eyes go over every part of her: slender legs, but with strong thighs, her pronounced hips, which drive me so crazy, feeding my most slutty fantasies. The almost hairless pussy, with a bold style of hair removal. The flat abdomen and large breasts complete the set.

She is the vision of a goddess incarnate. All feminine, woman, Cecily manages to harbor nuances of innocence and petulance. Temptation and purity.

There is also something vulnerable about her that makes me want to protect her and that stops me from treating her the way I do my other women.

An invisible link—I have no idea how it could have been formed—inexorably links me to my redhead.

That was the reason I wanted to send her back to Kansas in the beginning.

Now that I know her better, however, I want her with me, because I am selfish and I need to unveil her, discover what is in this girl-woman that I have not found in any other.

“You came back without warning,” she says. “I thought it would be tomorrow.”

“I was supposed to come then, but now I’m glad I’ve found you here.”

“You knew where I was?”

“You swim every night when I’m traveling and Joseph stays with Elina.”

“And you’ve been spying on me?”

“Yes, through the cameras.”

She gives me a half-smile. “That’s a bit perverted, Mr. Kostanidis.” She’s teasing me because she doesn’t call me that anymore.

“Perverted? Believe me when I say I’ve been a saint up until now, Cecily. My perversions haven’t yet come to the surface. When it happens, maybe you’ll run away.”

“Do you think I’m going to run?”

“You tell me: are you going to? Or do you want to experience everything I want to do to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Keep lying to yourself. You’re a virgin, but you’re smart. You know I want you.”

“I must cover myself.”

“Do you want to cover up?”

“I should want to, but I like the way you look at me. It doesn’t seem wrong for you to see me naked.”

I open the buttons on my shirt, but I don’t take it off my body. I take off my shoes and socks and get a few steps closer to her. “How do I look at you?”

“With hunger.”

“That’s a good description.”

“I feel hungry for you too, but I don’t?—"

“Shhhh . . . No refusals or excuses not to get involved. I know them all by heart, but I have a proposal.”

“A proposal?”

“Two weeks together,” I say, trying to focus on her face, but the way Cecily stands completely naked in front of me is driving me crazy. I chose two weeks because that is the longest I’ve ever stayed with the same woman, other than my late wife.

“Are you proposing that we stay together for a period of time, with a deadline?” She doesn’t seem shocked, but there’s something behind the question that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Disappointment?

Maybe it’s a cruel deal to offer a virgin, but it’s much more than I’ve given to any other woman.

“Yes. Fifteen days to explore this attraction that is consuming us, and then we move forward without looking back.”

“What about my job?”

“You will remain here for as long as you wish, as long as, once we are done, you forget about our time together. You’ll never bring up the subject or insinuate anything about the two of us. When the end comes, it will be a definitive end.”

She’s the one approaching now, chin up, fucking beautiful, hands on her hips, looking ready for a fight. “Why are you so sure that I’ll be the one left sighing in the corner, missing the two of us?”

Jesus, the woman is one step beyond delicious. Everything that comes out of her mouth evokes the wildness in me. She challenges me without giving a damn about our social positions or difference in age and experience.

Cecily is brave, combative. A turn-on.

“I’m the experienced one of the two of us. I’ve had many lovers. I’ve never been involved with someone to the point of wanting more. So yes, I think if one of us is going to miss it, it will be you.”

“Not even with your late wife did you want more?”

“Not even with her.”

“But you got married.”

“Yes, we got married. What’s the point of this conversation?”

She shrugs, and her expression is indecipherable. “I have a counterproposal.”

I try to hide my surprise while I calculate what she might want. It can only be more time with me, and maybe, for her, for my hot redhead, I will give in. Because, come to think of it, two weeks probably won’t be enough.

“I hear you, Cecily.” Right now, I would agree to anything she brings to the negotiation. One month, two months? All good.

Although I find it difficult for my interest to last that long, my desire is in charge, and I will give in to her demand if it means having those shapely thighs around my waist as I bury myself in her pussy.

“One night and one day.”

At first, I think I didn’t hear her right. “What?”

“You said we should spend two weeks together . . . What was the term you used? Ah, I remember: ‘fifteen days to explore this attraction that is consuming us, and then we move forward without looking back.’ I don’t need that much. I’m just curious about sex, and you attract me. I’m twenty and I’ve never experienced intimacy with a man.”

“Are you telling me I can only have you for twenty-four hours?”

She nods, seeming oblivious to my shock. “I only want one night and day, starting right now. I will be yours until this time tomorrow.”

“No. I don’t want only twenty-four hours.”

Cecily shrugs again, as if my refusal to accept her proposal ends the negotiation. She heads toward a lounger with a robe on it. Her hips sway gently, her pert and round ass begging for my hands.

“Why only one day?”

She looks at me again. “Because I can’t fall in love with you. Two weeks is too long.”

“And in this ridiculous timeframe you’ve proposed, you think you can give me everything I want?”

“I don’t know what you want, but I’ll be yours for anything.”

I look at her, still not believing what she’s saying. “Are you bluffing? Because if we make this deal, we’ll stick to it, Cecily. You will only have one day with me. No concessions. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, that’s enough,” she replies stubbornly, and her self-confidence drives me crazy.

“So from now on, you are mine.” I don’t give her time to think, pulling her to me by the hand and making her let go of the robe she was holding.

The first contact of my palm with the bare skin of her back makes us both moan, the feverish desire no longer containable.

Surprising me, Cecily throws herself into my arms, pulling my head down, hungry and hurried. Small hands glide across my neck, jaw, and chest. She doesn’t seem to know where to touch first, and her need is like gasoline on the fire that consumes me.

“Anything?” I ask, completely insane.

“Everything with you. I’m yours,” she says, just seconds before I grab her by the jaw and devour her mouth.

The lust I feel for her leaves me disturbed, beside myself, desperate for her touch and taste. I have her face in my hand, and with the other, I pull her wet, naked body against mine.

I don’t kiss her. I fuck her mouth, consuming her whole with greed and savagery.

Right now, I don’t give a shit about deadlines. The only thing I know is that Cecily will be mine. She’s already mine.

She responds eagerly, burning in the same fire as me, offering me her mouth in an infinite kiss, where tongues and teeth duel for control, but at the same time, surrender and give in.

It’s not a rehearsed intimacy—there’s nothing elegant or calculated about the way we touch. It’s raw hunger, which has been cooking over low heat.

Unbridled desire, demand, precision, urgency.

Cecily rips off my shirt and bites my chest.

I growl and she smiles. She does it again, as if she owns me. As if she has teased me her whole life and knows how to drive me crazy.

“I want you in my bed.”

“I don’t care where. Just don’t stop.” The water has dried from her silky skin, leaving behind sweat, the result of lust and fever.

While I devour her mouth, my hands delight in the curves of her body. “I’m going to fuck you so deep that you won’t remember what it was like before I was here,” I promise, sliding my hand down the center of her thighs.

I reach the soaked peak, and she goes up onto her tiptoes, eager. However, I have other plans and pick her up.

She deserves so much more than a rushed fuck, even though there’s nothing I want more than to take her here, standing up, because my desire is one step beyond out of control.

Instead of heading to the bedroom, however, I head to the pool.

I set her down as we approach the water, step back, and begin to undress.

Cecily is embarrassed but doesn’t look away. “Aren’t we going up?”

“Not yet. I fantasized about having you naked, at my disposal, here. You’ve only given me twenty-four hours, but there won’t be a place in this house that you’ll go without remembering me taking you.”

“I won’t remember. I don’t even like you that much, to be honest. It’s just desire,” she teases me because we both know it’s precisely the opposite.

Even though I don’t want commitment, the biggest obstacle so far has been precisely this: we like each other beyond sex. From the little mutual pet peeves to—on my part—the way she confronts me without giving a damn about who I am or how much money I have.

“You don’t like me?” I ask, hiding a smile as I pull down my boxers, the last missing piece, and my cock springs out, thick, and erect.

She swallows hard, not disguising her desire.

I start to masturbate slowly, and her eyes widen. Every reaction from Cecily makes me even crazier.

“No, I don’t,” she continues lying. “When this is over, I’ll move on.”

“Maybe I’ll chase you. I’ve never had the experience of being left before I’m finished, and that’s what you’re planning, isn’t it? Leave me wanting more, unsatisfied?”

“Yes, I will leave you unsatisfied. Needy and sighing for me as I walk around the house. Remembering what it was like to have me for just one day. You’ll see me but be unable to touch me. The end is non-negotiable.”

My blood boils at the challenge. “I’ll eat you up today, Cecily.”

She walks away smiling and runs into the water, diving. “I might eat you up too, Mr. Kostanidis,” the minx says after she surfaces. “I may spoil it for my successors.”

The words sound like some kind of prophecy, and somehow, I feel like I’m at a disadvantage in this negotiation.

Set a longer timeframe , a voice insists, but I silence it because I’m stubborn and have never had to fight for a woman’s attention, so I convince myself that this hunger will pass.

I’m going after her, but as I already noticed from the videos, she’s a good swimmer. However, I have a mission, which is not to waste a second of the time she gave me.

I hunt her in the water, and when I finally catch up to her, I don’t wait, picking her up and walking to one of the edges.

I sit her there and fit between her legs, spreading them wide.

I look at her sex without concealing it, and her breathing becomes heavy when she realizes what the focus of my attention is. “Are you looking . . . Are you . . .”

“Yes, looking at that beautiful pussy.”

I lower my head and kiss the inside of her thighs, running my tongue over the hard, wet flesh. I purposely stop moving, and Cecily can’t control her fidgeting, her hands coming to my hair.

“In a hurry?”

“No. Anxious,” she sighs.

“What are you looking forward to? What do you want?”

“You.”

“I’ll give you everything. There’s no doubt about it.”

“I want it all. Today, you belong to me, Dionysus. You are mine, as I am yours.”

The way she says it, shamelessly, surrendering herself to me, is my trigger.

I pull her to the edge, almost detaching her ass from the surface, and without giving her time to predict what I’m going to do, I part her labia and drop my mouth on her hard clitoris.

The first contact of my tongue with the bundle of nerves makes her tremble, trying to close her thighs. I keep them at bay and resume the attack.

It tastes like heaven: sweet and addictive.

Her arousal soaks my lips, and I need more, so I replace my mouth on her clit with my thumb because I need to be on her one way or another. I stick my tongue deep into her tight walls. I fuck her velvety canal, licking her, becoming more and more captivated by her taste.

She stiffens, the excitement causing her to pull my hair almost to the point of pain, and I look up at her, never stopping eating her out.

Cecily whimpers and, resting her hands on the edge of the pool, lifts her hips. She wants more, and I’m going to give her everything.

Avidly, I suck her nectar voraciously, lips and tongue devouring her, wanting to remember her taste. “Lie down and support yourself on your elbows.”

She obeys, and the position allows me to better see how much her sex shines, soaked in honey, her lips already a little swollen from my sucking.

I suckle her pussy, feeding on the wet flesh, and Cecily trembles, moaning loudly.

I hold her clit between my teeth, and she screams, out of control, demanding, spreading her legs wider without me telling her to.

I hold her hips, lick her sex in long strokes, and the first orgasm makes her convulse against my mouth.

I drink everything. I suck and start again because I can’t get enough. I want more. Every drop of her pleasure on my tongue.

Cecily says my name as she surrenders, just as I promised she would, but there is something treacherous about this achievement, because I think I may become a slave to this sensual call.

Even after her tremors subside, I don’t stop. I savor it without rushing, because I’m hungry and I want to taste it, explore every inch of her.

I swirl my tongue around her clitoris and place my thumb in her intact opening, dilating her, letting her get used to the invasion.

Warm velvet. A tight hiding place. A prison I want to enter voluntarily.

She is my oasis, my Eden.

I want to lose myself inside her innocence, to be the one who makes her a woman. The sole keeper of her pleasure.

Incoherent thoughts cross my consciousness, going against our agreement, and even at this moment, when I haven’t yet completed my possession, I know I’ll want more.

I suck her clit gently now, and she goes crazy, making me promises, agreeing to whatever I want, as long as I don’t stop.

I change my thumb to my index finger and deepen it until I find my target. That exact point where, as soon as I reach it, she screams, coming again.

Cecily shudders and tries to pull away. I don’t allow it, keeping her where I want her. My mouth is at her entrance, swallowing her juices.

She tightens around my finger, in small contractions, and her pussy leaks even more of her honey.

I pull her thighs over my shoulders and suck up everything, not leaving a drop behind. My tongue works in and out, licking her inner walls, hair, and crotch.

I’m so horny that it hurts, but I can’t stop eating her.

“I’m going to faint.”

“You won’t. I won’t let you. I’ll keep you awake throughout our time together.”