Then she tossed her hair to hit me in the face and neck, and while looking over her shoulder she bent at the waist, then started to gyrate, grind, and twerk her hips right on my cock. The silk panties were soaked in the middle, and she didn’t get any farther in her dance. Because that was as much as I could stand.

  I gripped her hair, spanked her ass, and stood as I spun her around and bent her over the dresser.

  She gasped, “Sir, you can’t…” she was cut off as I spanked her again, and I ripped down her panties. She was wiggling while it took a moment to get my cock out, “Sir, you can’t do this! No touching, no matter how hot you get me, or how much I want you to pound… Oh my god!” she cried out as I slammed into her sex.

  I’ll be honest, I didn’t last long at all considering my stamina lately from all the sex. She had me close to cumming in my pants with her grinding and twerking, not to mention the vibrating leg.

  The reluctance game part I wasn’t expecting, and it had only served to drive me even crazier.

  She said breathily in a bimbo voice, “Oh my god, I can’t believe he’s fucking me. Pushing that fat cock into me, and I’m loving it. Maybe just this once, I’ll let a customer fuck me. Oh yes, harder, pound me with that deliciously fat cock. So full.”

  She accused in loud voice full of naughty pleasure, “I can’t believe your fucking me, sir. How could you use my body like this? Oh goddess, I’m such a tramp, but I love it. Fuck me harder, spank my sexy ass.”

  I spanked her hard, and accused, “Gorgeous,” and then the pleasure rolled over me like a tsunami crashing onto shore. There was no holding it back, her hot sex was too good, a veritable paradise so snug around me, sending potent waves of pleasure through me.

  She’d also been working me hard, despite her playful words of reluctance, twerking back into me, raising her ass high for me, giving herself to me. So damned hot, my blonde goddess.

  The orgasm came fast, but it was after teasing each other for hours, not to mention that hot as hell dance which had worked us both up to a fever pitch. Point being, the orgasm was phenomenal, the release masterful, and I was lost in it.

  As soon as she felt me expand within her, and start shooting my load, she keened like a banshee, her hot flesh pulling, gripping, and rippling madly around me and milking me so hard, as I emptied myself into her heaven. I spanked her hard once, as we started to come down.

  “Gorgeous, damn.”

  She giggled, “You should see me when I have a stripper pole.”

  I said, “I could put one in my studio, or one of the spare bedrooms. Or a room dedicated to sex and sex enhancing equipment.”

  She smirked over her shoulder, “Any of the above, and I’ll really blow your mind.”

  I twitched hard inside of her.

  It’d been a powerful orgasm, but our lust wasn’t fully spent, not after everything, so I took her to bed and plowed her with her legs over my shoulders for quite a long while. It was delicious, and that time my stamina was back so I managed to squeeze five more potent orgasms out of her, before I took my pleasure once more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lunch was almost ready, and it smelled delicious as I pulled Lily through the kitchen by her hand.

  “We’ll be right back.”

  Lily gave me a questioning look as we moved into the sunroom, and over to the covered easel.

  I said, “I made something for your new office, I thought with the offer in, now would be a good time to give it to you.”

  Lily grinned, “You made me a painting?”

  I nodded, “I did, and I hope you like it.”

  I pulled off the cover and stepped back while she stepped closer, adding sunlight to make the lighting perfect using my power.

  She didn’t touch the painting, but her hand came close to stroking over herself, the central figure dancing in the meadow of wildflowers. Her lithe and sexy body on display, save her nipples, sex, and puckered star. Lilies in her hair, and around her neck and wrists. She was a goddess unleashed in that painting, pure joyful movement and peaceful serenity, yet still devastatingly seductive.

  She looked at the rest of the painting, the other women dancing for men on their knees, full of lust and need… and frustration from being cock teased by ladies they couldn’t touch. It was very provocative, as I’d said before, and was kind of her whole thing and matched the whole strip club idea.

  There were tears in her gorgeous gray eyes as she turned to me, “It’s… beautiful, honey.” Then she was in my arms, her head buried in my neck, as her body shook with emotion, “It’s amazing, no one’s ever given me something so precious. Honey…” she trailed off, shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  “Yes, gorgeous?”

  She giggle-sobbed, “I’m a mess. It’s not just the painting. It’s the whole day, spoiling me, working out designs for my club. Giving me what I need, offering to let me dance if I want without crossing lines, and finally being able to dance for you until you ravished me. And now this, I feel entirely spoiled, special, and oh my god I love you, and I know I’m a freak but I do. I love you, Mark.”

  “You are so precious, I’m falling for you too, hard. So beautiful, all the way through.”

  She sniffled, and kissed my neck, then backed off and looked at the painting.

  She asked in a small voice, “Do you… do you really see me like that?”

  I moved to close the distance she’d created, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with my thumb.

  I grinned, “I do. This painting is you, gorgeous. A goddess of power, grace, seduction, and warmth. So very mesmerizing.”

  She giggled, “Also a cock tease.”

  I snorted, “Yes, that too, and I love that about you. It was also meant to be a parallel to the club, this isn’t all that you are, but you’re this too.”

  She smiled shyly, “So, not a freak?”

  “Oh, are those mutual exclusive?” I teased.

  She giggled, then blushed, “I can’t believe I just babbled my love for you.”

  “Gorgeous.”

  She smiled, “Yes, honey?”

  I kissed her deeply and caressed her face, then looked deeply into her eyes, “Your loving heart is safe with me, Lily.”

  She looked breathless, “You make me feel both terrified and safe at the same time. I might be clingy.”

  I chuckled, “I had this conversation with June, it’s how we’re made. We’ll be rather co-dependent, by human definition, but for us its normal and healthy.”

  She bit her lip, “Did you like me roleplaying the customer and dancer?”

  I nodded, and I just got lost in her eyes, just for a little longer. Her breathlessness, her beauty, the loving devotion in her eyes, it all had me feeling insanely possessive, protective, and entirely spellbound.

  “Do you like acting like an empty-headed bimbo for me?”

  She blushed, “Never stop looking at me like this. God, you make my knees week, honey. And yes, I do. Does it turn you on, because I really like it? It makes me feel naughty and sexy for you.”

  I nodded, “Only because it’s you, and because you’re doing it for me. It is a shallow thrill in the bedroom, but I wouldn’t want it anywhere else, if that makes sense.”

  She asked, “Can I? I really need to right now.”

  “Can you what?” I asked teasingly, knowing exactly what she wanted.

  She smirked and looked down meaningfully, before lifting her warm begging eyes.

  I grinned, “Lunch first. Then I’ll put you on your knees. You’ll have to wait to suck me off. Brenna works hard for us, and we don’t want it to get cold, after all.”

  Her eyes and face flickered through several emotions, including surprise, embarrassment, shame, and shocked lust, but I was fairly sure she settled on being turned on beyond belief at me making her wait to get on her knees for me. I mean, truly enjoyed it.

  That was so heady, and also a thrill for both of us. Putting it off again. It also wasn’t just to be an ass or anything, I really wanted it right then. But if we started missing meals for sex, the other parts of our life would suffer from it as well. We needed to control our libidos, and enjoy sex, not let it control us. And I was in charge, so it was up to me to draw those lines in the sand. I even explained that to her, in so many words.

  She hugged me and trembled, “You’re driving me crazy, and I love it. Watch me during lunch, while I get my revenge.”

  I chuckled, “Can’t wait,” then patted her ass possessively, and we headed back inside the kitchen.

  She also did get her revenge, if seductively teasing me to drive me crazy could be considered revenge. She ate so sensually, teasing her lips and tongue, making lewd sucking noises, and making moans of wanton pleasure at the taste, and turning her smoldering gray eyes in my direction. All designed to keep me impossibly hard the whole time.

  Let’s just say, it totally worked, and when I did put her on her knees, she rocked my world. Then of course, I consumed her in return, because my mouth was watering for the sweet taste of her pleasure. Our day that day was passionate, intimate, loving, teasing, and entirely wonderful.

  June was a total gem as well that day, giving me and Lily the space to bond on a one on one level, as our relationship went to the next level. Point is, we owed her a ton of orgasms for being so understanding and awesome, and we plotted to double team her until we’d made her pass out twice, later that night, for our nightly foursome.

  The spot I stood invisibly on was familiar from yesterday, just fifty feet from the expected action, as I waited for the same thing to play out. Hopefully this time the FBI would get them all before I had to intervene.

  The tan Ford Focus pulled up to the curb, and three people piled out and they headed straight for the trunk. The driver popped it with his key fob, before shoving his keys into his pocket, then they reached in and came out with three gas cans, this time two red and one blue. There was something tickling my senses, so I reached out and felt at the men with my power. I couldn’t get a big picture while awake, but getting a knowing of these three clowns immediate future was as easy as breathing.

  They were all about to die, in huge explosions, after tossing the gas cans toward the house. They’d be mincemeat, the gas cans would be blown apart and the gasoline ignited as the shockwave sprayed half the house. Suicide bombers? What the fuck? Most racists, even the most rabid, wouldn’t kill themselves like that, suicide bombing was a loyalty thing, to a religion, ideal, or government. Self-sacrifice did not come from hatred, so… what the hell?

  Of course, that hadn’t been in the vision last night, because no one had tried to stop them, and I’d never even considered checking for something like that.

  The paralysis spell rolled off my tongue and the guy in the back collapsed. Unfortunately, it was a single target at a time spell, and took about two seconds to cast. I started on the next one as the two idiots stopped and turned around in shock, at the sounds of their friend face planting from the swift walk and the gas can bouncing away.

  The second one, in front, went down next before they could decide what to do, and he remained standing and frozen in place, though he started to teeter without being able to do the minute adjustments we all subconsciously did to stay in balance.

  I immediately started casting it a third time, and the last guy realizing something was really wrong, turned and tossed the gas can as his left hand slipped inside his wind breaker. I winced as the spell flew, and I held my breath as nothing happened, save the gas can hitting the house and bouncing back. He hadn’t had time to push the button, or flip the switch, whatever kind of setup they had. Then with a fourth spell I had the wind knock both of the other men onto their backs just in case falling forward set off the detonator.

  The FBI came out of the back yard with wary looks on their faces, so I turned visible. Luckily for me, I actually looked decent that day, not wearing a bathing suit but a pair of docker shorts and a thin pullover shirt. I even started to glow with a golden aura, just in case they didn’t recognize me by sight they might figure out who I was from that.

  “Hey! Call the bomb squad, they’re wired! They’ll be frozen for another hour or so,” assuming I didn’t drop the spell on accident, but I left that detail off.

  One of them warily moved in to verify, bending their knees, and with extreme caution and a light touch raised the top of the windbreaker from their body and peered down inside.

  The agent jumped up and backed off, going for his cell phone as he put up his weapon.

  He pointed at me before calling, “Stay there, don’t come any closer. Are you Levinson?”

  Since I wasn’t explosion proof, unless I was pretending to be a sun anyway, I nodded easily in agreement and gave a thumbs up.

  “Okay, and yes, I’m Mark Levinson.”

  I assumed they’d want to debrief me, and in the interest of not making our wary relationship any more strained, I planned to obey and answer their questions, within reason.

  The two agents circled wide, and they took up posts at the front of the lawn, presumably for crowd control reasons until the cops could get here and take on that duty. The last thing we needed was for a good Samaritan to come along and decide to help the passed-out men. Who knew what would set off the bombs, they could be rigged to go with traps or something. I knew they had bombs, but I couldn’t get all the details that way.

  Even if I had, the FBI wouldn’t have gambled their lives on my word, training and prudence demanded they follow procedure no matter what.

  The phone rang, and I answered it with a grin, “Hi Steph, to what do I owe the pleasure?” knowing damned well of course she wanted to know what I was doing at the scene.

  Stephanie snorted, “What’s going on?”

  I explained it all again, what’d happened, and that I’d just come to make sure things didn’t go sideways.

  Stephanie sighed, “I suppose I ought to thank your overdeveloped sense of responsibility toward your visions. The boss wants you at the headquarters, so you’ll get paid another thousand anyway. For taking part in the takedown of the upper management of the hate group’s local chapter. Something doesn’t add up, you’re right about suicide bombers. If I had to guess, they’re under compulsion.”

  Huh, why didn’t I think of that?

  “Alright, are you on site?”

  She said, “Yes, how long until you’re here?”

  I used farseeing, and then teleported right behind her as I hung up.

  “Now,” I answered in a teasing voice, that made her jump.

  She turned around and shook her head, “That’s disconcerting.”

  I smiled. I was kind of enjoying our banter, I just wished she was too. I was keeping our banter clean though, otherwise it would be harassment.

  The area we were in was a strip mall with gas stations, a bank, and several other businesses around it. The Chicago headquarters for Humanity First was in a storefront the size of a small dry cleaner. The larger front room was full of desks and phones, probably to accept donations and educate others on hate, while in the back there were two offices. There looked to be at least ten people in there, but there was no way to be sure how many were in the office or conference room, the doors were closed and the shades were shut.

  I also felt something very familiar, and I sighed. Damnit, Nate was going to be pissed I missed this. There was no way I could get her out of this, the memory of her using compulsion on the men doing the arson job would link her solidly to the crime.

  “There’s a goddess in there. Not too powerful, about the same as one of mine, so I can handle her. She’s probably responsible for the suicide bomber thing, for their plan B.”

  I also learned something new about my powers that day. I felt her teleporting, and my power automatically carried out my will when I just felt the need to stop it. Her teleport sphere failed before it could fully form. No doubt she’d felt my arrival and figured the best move was to disappear.

  It was also a shocking discovery and didn’t make me all that thrilled despite it being convenient this time around. I’d always thought running from a more powerful god would be an option for me in a sticky situation, but apparently it wasn’t. Not using teleport, anyway, a stronger god could suppress the power of a weaker one.

  Which meant my attack against Clarissa last month had been even more dangerous than I’d known. It’d been an all or nothing gamble, with not even a slim opportunity to retreat if the attack had failed. In hindsight, I was glad I hadn’t known.

  “She tried to escape after feeling my arrival, my power held her here. Who knew?”

  Stephanie chuckled, “Good to know,” she waved at the scowling man approaching, “You know Lassiter, he’s in charge of the operation.”

  I wondered if he’d made up with his wife or not, but over the last month my temper had cooled considerably, so I didn’t ask.

  “Agent.”

  He shook his head in annoyance, “Mr. Levinson. What would you suggest with a goddess in there?”

  I tilted my head, “Let me cloak myself and go in there ahead of your tac team. I’ll grab her, teleport here where you can cuff her. That way the tac team just has humans to worry about. I’m not detecting any threats from the building, which is consistent, the goddess wouldn’t want to blow herself up.

  “She’s got a negative emotion for a mantel. Probably feels right at home with a group of haters who are miserable. Discord reborn perhaps, or a similar deity.”

  She should’ve just enjoyed the angst they generated, instead of using her powers to stir the pot further. To make it violent, and about murder to spread further discord through society through media. No, she deserved to be taken down, but I doubted Nate would see it that way.

  He shook his head, “I don’t get paid enough for this shit. Alright, we’ll do it your way. Go get her, you have thirty seconds, from… Mark.”

  Wiseass.

  I turned invisible and headed toward the store at a jog. I could teleport, but I wasn’t sure if I could suppress her power while teleporting. That seemed unlikely, so better not risk it just to save a few seconds.