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Dionysus

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Urgency and, at the same time, a need to delay, prolong the torture.

That’s what she makes me feel.

I want to take her to my room and fuck her nonstop, but I also want to stay here, looking at her post-orgasm expression, still lost in the pleasure I just gave her.

“I don’t know if I can handle you. You’re very sexy. You make me dizzy, desperate.”

Jesus, she has no filter. So raw and true. Stripped of artifice, sensual in her surrender.

I pick her up again and walk to the pool stairs. “We’ll only know if this will last when it comes to an end. And I haven’t even started yet.”

I walk with her in my arms, careful to hold her sideways and not with her thighs around my waist, because I don’t trust myself right now.

Feeling the rub of her pussy against my steel-hard cock could make me commit the madness of going deep, still standing up.

As soon as we enter the living room, I start to walk towards the stairs, but Cecily stops me by asking, “Where are we going?”

“I want you in my bed.”

“Not there.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

“In your room, then?”

She shakes her head, refusing. “It’s too intimate. Here, in the living room. That way, I won’t remember you when I sleep.”

“You’ll remember me anyway. I will be your first,” I say, not out of arrogance, but as a matter of fact.

“I don’t want to remember the two of us there, and I don’t want to lie in your bed. I want everything,” she says, blushing, “but not intimacy.”

“There is nothing more intimate than what we are going to do.”

She doesn’t answer. She kisses me instead, and even though I’m upset, I go into the living room.

“We’re getting everything wet.”

“Who cares, redhead? It’s just the two of us here, and now you will finally be mine.”

I’ve never had to work on self-control with a woman, as I’ve never reached the point of losing my restraint, but with Cecily I need every ounce of willpower to take it easy, follow a minimally civilized script, and not scare her this first time.

If I were to fulfill my body’s demands, I would recline her on the sofa and fuck her until we passed out from exhaustion, but she has no experience—she is a virgin. It would traumatize her and hurt her too. Just thinking about it makes me feel bad.

I set her on her feet and stand back to admire her. “You are a goddess, Cecily. I don’t know how I convinced myself that I could control myself. I never had the slightest chance.”

She seems uncomfortable. “I don’t want you to just look at me. Touch me. The clock is ticking.”

Her words make me burn, and not with desire alone but with anger too, because I’ve never been given an ultimatum before.

The clock is ticking? I’ve never let anyone determine how much I have of what I want, and I’m not willing to start now.

“Do you think you have command over both of us, Cecily? I’ll show you how wrong you are. Neither of us has control over what’s happening, or we wouldn’t even be here.”

“I don’t want to think about why we shouldn’t be. I just want to feel.”

“You’re not that brave, redhead. You don’t even want to go to bed.”

“Why does it matter?”

“You don’t deserve just a fuck in the living room.”

“Why not? I’ll be just another woman in your life.”

“Is that how you want to be treated?”

“That’s how I prefer to be treated. It’s a choice.”

“Kneel, then. If you’re choosing to be a one-night stand, we need to start your lessons. You’re going to learn how I like having my dick sucked.”

I expect her to protest, to tell me to fuck off, but she gasps, her eyes taking on an intense glow, and like a damned temptress, she obeys me.

I feel unstable, furious, but also dying of lust. I want to put her over my knee and spank her ass for confusing me, for being so deliciously stubborn, for defying me. But I also want to fuck her mouth, pussy, and ass even more. Take her over and over again, hard and deep, so she understands that she doesn’t dictate the rules here.

The sexual tension between the two of us is so great that even the sound of her breathing excites me.

I’ve never been backed up against a wall, and the feeling of being on the other side of the table, of being denied what I know I’ll continue to want, makes my cruelest side come out.

I pull together every ounce of rationality to not vent my violent lust, because I don’t want to scare her, after all, but when she takes the initiative to touch me, my control goes to hell.

She caresses me slowly, and it’s not what I want. Normally, my desire is not gentle, but with her, the intensity of my lust is brutal.

“I’m going to teach you how to suck my dick. Swallowing me until I can’t breathe. I want to get deep into that delicious mouth.”

For the first time since I arrived, she seems anxious.

“Are you afraid?”

“Just of not pleasing you.”

“Damn, Cecily.” I guide my hard cock in front of her lips, brushing them with the head, wet with pre-cum. “I want to fuck your mouth. You won’t just suck. I’m going to thrust deliciously like I’m going to do in your pussy.”

Instead of pushing me away, calling me a pervert, a scoundrel, and a bastard, she moans and parts her lips to welcome me.

“Lick the head of my dick. You’re crazy about it, right?”

Her tongue escapes shyly, and she tastes me almost reverently, but after the first contact, she opens her lips greedily, sucking.

“Just like that. Use your tongue. Don’t bite.”

I cup her face with one hand and thrust my hips. She’s so small compared to me, and I can’t even fit half of my cock in her mouth.

“Relax your jaw. I’m not going to hurt you, but I need you to let me in.”

I enter her slowly so she can get used to it. Cecily is an attentive student. She picks up the pace and, in no time, sucks me greedily.

I go deeper, and she gasps, startled, only to take me again two seconds later, almost whole.

I clench my teeth when I feel the back of her throat. My legs shake from my efforts to contain my lust. “Have you done this before?”

She doesn’t respond and I pull out.

“Speak.”

“You are my first everything.”

Shit, her words shouldn’t make me crazy, but right now, I’m not an educated, liberal-minded businessman. I’m a caveman, a territorial, selfish son of a bitch, satisfied that she only belongs to me.

I thrust in again, going farther and farther, keeping her hair wrapped around my fist.

Cecily now has no option but to let me invade her, but I’m watching her face, making sure that’s what she wants.

“Your mouth is fucking heaven.”

She moans around my cock at the compliment. Cecily is giving herself without rules or shame, whining for more, greedy and naughty.

I want to fuck her mouth all night, but I want to lose myself in her untouched pussy even more.

It takes all my willpower to stop when my cock pulses and I know that one more touch of her tongue will be enough to make me flood her with my sperm.

“I’m not going to fuck you here. You deserve better,” I say as I bend down to pick her up, paying no attention to her protests.

I go straight to my room and lay her down on the bed. I position myself over her, kneeling, one leg on either side of her thighs, and slip one of my hands between her soaked folds. “Naughty. So wet.”

I stick a finger into her hot hole, fascinated by the beauty of her face as she gives in to the pleasure. She moves, circling her hips, wanting more.

A vein pulses in my throat, a clear sign of how hard I’m trying not to act like a savage. “I need that pussy squeezing me, Cecily. I want to bury myself up to my balls in you.”

I go to the bathroom and grab a strip of condoms. With the skill gained from years of practice, I quickly cover myself as she watches.

“I don’t take the pill.”

“I thought so. I’ve never fucked bare, except when I was married. I really want to feel your flesh contracting around me, but I’m not taking any chances. If you got pregnant, you would never get rid of me.”

It was supposed to be a joke, given how terrified she seems to be of having an affair with me long-term, but incredibly, the words don’t make me uncomfortable as they should when thinking about getting my son’s virgin nanny pregnant.

Confused by this discovery, I try to focus only on the sexual attraction between us.

I sit down and bring her onto my lap, not allowing her to sit, just keeping her kneeling.

I pull her in for a kiss, licking her sweet mouth, and she writhes, squirming, moaning.

“Don’t sit down. I’m going to fuck you like this because I’m so horny that I’m afraid if I get on top, I might hurt you. I’m big and you’re deliciously tight. In this position, you will have more control over how much you can hold until I can put it all in.”

“Oh!”

“What?”

“You can make me reach heaven just by talking,” she says and takes my hand, bringing it to the middle of her thighs.

“You are a very wanton virgin, Miss Bradley.”

“ Your wanton virgin, Mr. Kostanidis,” she teases, kissing me.

I slap her ass and feel her smile against my mouth. “You’re killing me, Cecily.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“Go down slowly,” I command, holding her ass cheeks. “I don’t want you to feel any more pain than necessary when I make you mine.”

“I’m burning for you, Dionysus.”

“This mixture of na?ve girl and pure sin will steal my sanity, goddess. Part your pussy lips for me. I want you wide open when I start to insert it.”

“Oh . . .” she moans, and when I look down, her hands are pushing her folds apart, as I ordered.

“You’re horny.” I touch her clit very slowly, and she bites her lip, I think to hold back her moans. I pull her by the back of her head tightly, keeping her still while I suck on her lips. I press my other hand above her ass and force it down. “Come down, rub your wet pussy against my dick.”

She whimpers, and I slide a finger in, putting pressure on her other entrance from behind.

“I’m going to take you everywhere. Not today, out of respect for your innocence, but I will eat you whole.”

“We only have today.”

I don’t answer because I know it won’t be like that. It’s impossible to taste something as sweet as her and not want more.

I enter with just my head, dilating her sex but not pushing inside yet.

“Ahhhh . . .”

I circle her clit with my finger to make her relax.

“More,” she begs, leaning over me and offering her beautiful breasts. She has goosebumps, and I feel her eagerness reaching me in waves.

“You’re dying to be fucked, redhead. Desperate for me to fill you.”

“Dionysus . . .”

Her cry makes me hungry, and I suck on the swollen nipple of her breast. Her hands come to my hair.

“Ohhh . . .”

Cecily is pure intensity, responsive and delicious. Her reactions fuel my madness for her.

I flick her nipple with my tongue, and she grabs my head to keep me still.

Innocent, seductive, demanding. She’s an intoxicating mix.

“Go down farther. Take as much as you can handle.”

She slides a little more but stays tense.

“It hurts?”

“You’re too big for me.”

“There’s no such thing. You’ll be able to take all of me, beautiful. I just need you to be ready, and you are, Cecily. That untouched pussy is soaking wet.” I push up at the same time I bring her to me, with my hand still on her ass. “Too much?”

“Yes. I feel you opening me, but don’t stop. It’s so good.”

“Touch the pulse on my neck,” I order, and when she obeys, I continue. “Do you notice how my heart is racing? That’s how much I’m holding back from burying myself in you. Knowing that in a few seconds I’ll be completely inside your pussy drives me crazy, Cecily.”

She watches me, waiting for me to guide her. Her submissiveness, a contrast to her usual impertinence, turns me on so fucking much.

Cecily is warm inside, and her womanly scent, of a female ready to be taken, is like a kind of narcotic that awakens all my senses.

“It’s going to hurt,” I warn, close to breaching her, “but I can’t wait any longer.”

I reach between our bodies and massage her hard knot, squeezing it with enough pressure to make her beg for an orgasm, and when her eyes lose focus, I shift my grip to her hips and make her sit on me, sinking inside her completely.

She tries to escape and bites me.

“No, love. This will pass. Trust me.”

Without leaving her, I change our position, laying her down and covering her body with mine.

“This really hurts.”

“I know, but it’s going to be delicious soon. I’ve never wanted someone like I want you, redhead. Let me fuck you good.”

I start to move slowly, paying attention to her reactions.

She’s still tense and in pain, but when I lower my head and suckle her breast, she moans and spreads her legs, better accommodating me.

“Take me. I want it all. My body is aching with you and for you, Dionysus.” Her hands grab my ass, pulling me close.

She keeps her gaze locked on mine, and her hips move restlessly, her pussy sucking me in, causing a tremor of lust at the base of my spine.

I pull away, coming all the way out, but then dive back in up to my balls. Our hair brushes, sweat mixes. We are a slippery mess of desire.

I hold her by the hips, lifting her at the angle I want, and I roar with pleasure as I feel my balls slap against her ass as I hammer faster and deeper. “I want to eat that pussy for breakfast. I’m going to feed on you every day, making it delicious.”

She twitches, which shows me that she likes my filthy mouth. “The pain is going away. Don’t hold back. Take me however you want. I need you.”

Leaning on my elbows, I nibble her ear. I pump hard, traveling along the wet road of her sex several times.

She squeezes me inside her body, but she’s still tense.

I won’t stop. I slide into her pussy, penetrating her deeply, and she arches, coming to meet me.

“Yes, my dear. Come with me. Surrender.” I stroke her clit and feel little spasms around my shaft. “Come for me. With me inside you. Wrap your legs around my waist.”

Cecily gives herself over to me, obedient and thirsty, but now she no longer just receives. She accepts but also gives, moving like the goddess she is, her hot, silky-smooth pussy swallowing me.

My heart reaches a dangerous rhythm, the beats as quick as the fury with which I fuck her.

I lift one of her thighs to my shoulder, circling her hips until I find the angle that makes her scream my name, out of control, coming so much that my pubic hair gets wet.

Her pretty face is flushed, and her mouth is half-open, still letting out moans.

I kneel on the bed and bring her with me, still mounted. Cecily is still coming when I start fucking her in this position again, penetrating her mercilessly.

I bite her neck and suck her breasts, savoring the hard peaks. I touch her ass with the tip of my middle finger without inserting it, and she arches to meet my hand.

“You want everything, right? You want me to take you whole.” Images of her on all fours while I eat her ass make my dick turn to steel inside her walls.

“Anything with you,” she says, kissing me. “Everything with you.”

She leans on my shoulders, out of control, needy, and when I give her what she wants, fucking her like an animal, she comes apart in my arms with another orgasm.

“I want more. I’m not finished yet,” I warn.

I put her on her hands and knees, facing away from me, and thrust again.

She looks like a doll, handed over to me to do as I please. I enter her all the way, thrusting fiercely inside her. I hold her hips with one hand, not caring that she will be marked tomorrow. I desire to leave my mark on her.

I take her pussy at the pace I want, slow but each time, stopping deep inside her, keeping her dilated for me.

I reach down and bite her shoulder, enjoying each thrust inside her body, wanting to stay there forever. I dip my thumb in her pussy and use the moisture to lightly penetrate her ass.

At first, she is tense, but I don’t stop, persuading her to hold on. Each time I enter her sex, I remove my finger from her ass, interspersing penetration.

Cecily moans loudly and rolls around.

Naughty, hot, shameless. Mine.

The contractions start again, and with a long moan, she comes, her head falling onto the bed.

I could go on for a long time, as I want to delay my pleasure as long as possible. I’ve never experienced such a strong connection with a partner, but because it’s the first time, I can’t demand so much from her.

I grab her hips with both hands and pump hard, in an almost cruel dance. Even exhausted, she arches, squeezing my cock in her delicious pussy.

“Mine.” After the reckless declaration, I surrender to the pleasure, roaring her name.