It’d take a week to ten days to get here, so I put in the comments that I was willing to come pick it up, either today or tomorrow. I’d also call, to make sure they didn’t ship it anyway. I was finalizing the sale when I looked up at the door and smiled as Gary came in. He looked so intense, his dark gray eyes owning my body with a single look, making heat flush through my body and warm my center.

  He was really handsomely cute around the face, with those expressively stern dark gray eyes and short jet-black hair. His body was athletically cut, all deliciously muscled and hard, a solid V shaped torso with a wonderfully and perfectly sized cock between his legs, just a little short of eight inches and quite satisfyingly thick.

  I recognized the domination in his gaze, and it pinned me breathlessly in my chair and I couldn’t look away from those gray eyes, as I felt my hot cunt clench and moisten further. Gods, he was so hot, and he was about to pound me, and the short-lived tension as he rounded the desk and put strong hands on me was absolutely delicious for me. I wasn’t just the lust on his face, it was the possessive and owning look and the way he moved with absolute confidence.

  He didn’t even say a word, not even a greeting, just looked at me with dark dominating lust and pulled me up out of the chair, then shoved me over the desk with his hand firmly around the back of my neck as he bent me over. It was pure sensual instinct as I arched my back and stuck my ass up high for him, offering myself to him eagerly. I was already feeling breathy and panting slightly for him, for it, for his cock taking his pleasure in my hot and willingly shameless flesh, that truly did belong to him. I was dizzy with anticipation, and the way he roughly flipped up my dress’s skirt and then tore my panties down around my knees made me pant more. Gods, I was a such a whore for him, and I loved it, my pussy, ass, mouth, and tits were there to warm his cock.

  No foreplay, not even a kiss, and I was so soaked for him, though it helped that I was always aroused lately, always ready for sex. The anticipation of him just taking his pleasure in me had my mind spinning in lust and wanton expectation, the delicious feeling of not knowing what hole he was about use, and the fact I wanted him to use both, drove me crazy. He didn’t let me down.

  He growled, sending a shiver of delight down my spine, and then we both hissed in pleasure and my back arched at the surge of pleasure and discomfort as he just shoved it in and started to take me. Like he owned me, owned my pussy, which he did. Gods, I loved being his princess and whore, and the whore in me had never been more thrilled as he jammed a wet thumb in my ass, and his hand around my neck slid into my long dark brown hair and he grabbed at the roots and pulled back, even as he pounded deeper with each and every stroke. The sensations of pleasure as his silken soft yet impossibly rigid cock impaled deeper and deeper sent waves of amazingly luxurious pleasure rolling through my body. A wicked overwhelming euphoria swept me away.

  Even the way my tits mashed and rubbed back and forth against the desk, making the material of my dress rub against my hard nipples were sending wild sparks of pleasure down my spine and straight to my heated sex.

  I was lost in the haze of lust, in the surrender of it, and I totally belonged to him on a primitive level, as he owned my body and took his pleasure.

  He growled, “That’s right, baby. You’re mine, and you feel so damned good around my cock.”

  I shivered, even as I wondered if I’d said that last thought out loud. I hadn’t meant to, but more often than he knew my dirty talk was on automatic pilot, as I lost myself in the sensations of his hard driving cock into my soft and eager flesh. The mental thrill of him just taking me so hard and using me to get himself off, was so hot. There was no pause or concern in him, just his balls slapping my clit and the lewd sounds of slapping flesh. He didn’t hold off, didn’t give a bit of concern towards my pleasure, he was just pounding me until he came.

  Just the way I liked it best. The lust, sensations of his body impaling mine, and the dizzy desire and thrill at being such a hot and willing whore for him, at being irresistible to him, that my body made him lose touch with his higher mind and just rut and use me, had the pleasure, lust, and wicked thrill spiraling up out of the very core of my being.

  I felt dizzy with it, lost in it, fogged by it, and when I reached the edge I held it back. Held it back, because I wanted to cum with him. The excitement of denying my orgasm, to make it all about him, just added to the spiral of lust, pleasure, and wicked thrill that felt like if I held it another second, my body would explode and splinter apart.

  I held it, and I didn’t cheat with my power, I held it with my will as I trembled and quivered on that edge, begging for his cum. I cheated with my power all the time, to make it better for him, but for me it was far more satisfying and exciting to hold it back naturally, deny myself that pleasure and make it all about him until her reached his height.

  I worked so hard for his pleasure, clenching around him, gripping his hard cock so his skin and my passage pulled deliciously on each other even with the satiny friction of my arousal easing the way. I tried to make it good for him, ground back against him and pushed myself back to meet his every thrust. Being a good little whore for him. I did use my power for that, to make me the best fuck possible for his pleasure, even if I was damned good without it.

  It so wasn’t about me at all, in that moment, every thought, movement, and naughty word I spoke was for his pleasure even as it filled me with a thrilling potent pleasure of my own.

  He grunted, then roared, “Baby!”

  Gods, I loved when he called me that, and I creamed hard for him, screaming his name so loudly, my ass going higher as my body arched and the explosion of sensations splintered my body into orgasmic pieces, even as I felt so sexy and joyful at the feel of his pulsing and twitching cock filling me with his seed. My body milking him hard, and I rocked slightly even in my orgasmic pleasure to make it better for him, and to milk him harder with my greedy sex.

  He spanked me sloppily, and the sting just made the pleasure of the orgasm skyrocket further, and a naughty rapturous bliss swept me away.

  My hot pussy clenched, as he pulled out, lifted me and spun me by my hair, and I went to my knees as I locked my eyes with his. He didn’t even have to ask, as I eagerly licked his cock clean of our joint taste, and then slowly put it away, my eyes thanking him for allowing me to be his pleasure. It was so kinky, but at the same time it was an incredibly satisfying feeling. Even more satisfying in some ways, than when he focused on me and made me cum in multiples.

  He pulled me to my feet, gave me a sweet but short kiss, then asked, “So, how’s everything going, trouble?”

  I giggled. I loved when he called me that too, and he sat in the chair and pulled me into his lap. I sighed softly and snuggled into him, his arms were so tight around me, and I loved that.

  Even better, it was a casual greeting and kiss, like he’d just walked in. He wasn’t in any way acknowledging what had just happened, that he’d just used me to get off. Which was both wrong and amazingly hot at the same time. My body flushed with a shamed pleasure at the thought, like it wasn’t even worth a mention what a good whore I’d been.

  Gods, I had it bad. He was perfect for me, and I knew soon enough he’d be doting on me.

  It was exactly what I needed, to be his personal fuck toy and whore, and also his spoiled and adored princess. I kissed him and let out a contented sigh. It was even more now. I mean, he was growing extremely confident in treating both roles with a delicious self-assurance that made me feel so safe, so used, so adored, and so defiled. The best of both worlds.

  It had me entirely enthralled with him, to be honest.

  I finally replied, and I told him about the master suite, that we could take it over in a few days once my mother’s stuff was out. I told him about the bed too, which we’d pick up soon enough, and of course I told him about my conversation with dad.

  He nodded, “I agree, we’re on the same wavelength there. We do have a responsibility to clean up our mess, or at least to make an effort to. It shouldn’t be too dangerous, I have no intentions of getting between a contest between Bruce, Steven, and Tatiana though.”

  Right, that’d be the dangerous part, when we showed up in a little over two days from now to discuss the future of our race and determine its rule. Not that we could let our guards down, a tier-two was a danger to a tier-one if they weren’t paying attention. Hell, so was a human.

  I smiled, “Completely in agreement then. We’re just going to keep all the other gods from imploding, and dad is now officially an ally as well as a father. He’ll be feeding his dreams to us until Bruce, or whoever else gets the job of enforcing the laws takes over, anyway.”

  He spread his legs and twisted me around, so I fell on the end of the chair between them, back to him.

  I moaned softly, as he started to massage my neck and shoulders. Gods, I loved being his whore, but I also lived to be his spoiled princess.

  “That feels amazing, honey,” I said dreamily, as my hands rubbed his outer legs teasingly soft. I smiled when I felt him twitch and grow against my back. I loved having that effect on him, how easily I could seduce him and make him hard, even just a few minutes after he’d rutted me.

  He replied, “My pleasure, Natasha.”

  I smiled as a shiver of bliss went through me, he hardly ever used my name, calling me either baby or trouble most of the time, so when he did it always hit me hard.

  He said, “You’re incredible, and I always want my hands on you.”

  I teased, “Still on the same wavelength, then, because I love them on me.”

  He told me about his mini-home date idea, what he’d been doing with Amelia in the yard, and I agreed it had merit. I mean, he was almost never commanding when we were in a group, outside of bed I mean, in bed he dominated us all. Point being, it would give Amelia a taste of his doting possessive side, and his confidence. It was also a good idea for me and the others two, we had our own personal one on one intimacy to take care of as well, as potential lovers, close and supporting intimate friends, and also as Gary’s owned women.

  Okay, he was a little commanding, but also doting. I mean, the possessive cherishing part was mostly physical and looks, and while in a group his relationship with Amelia wasn’t quite up to him just grabbing her and pulling her into his lap like he did often with us.

  His hands were also giving me naughty ideas. Very naughty ideas as the heat started to build again, and my nipples tightened, and my mouth wasn’t the only thing watering either.

  He asked, “What are you thinking?”

  I giggled a little naughtily, “You really want to know?”

  He nodded, and stroked my hair and neck, “Yes.”

  I licked my lips, “I was just thinking how good it would be to be sucking your cock right now, sir.”

  His cock twitched hard against my back.

  I continued in a wicked sultry tone, “Do you want me to beg for it, sir? Just to let you know how serious I am? I long to taste you, to feel you slide between my lips, and to hear the moans of pleasure leave your lips as I lick the yummy precum off your slit. To suck you so hard, and to be so needy to taste and feel your cock twitch on my tongue as you fill my mouth. I’m soaked at the thought of it, sir.

  “So please, sir, let me prove what a hot whore I am for you, please let me suck your cock. I need it, sir. I need to wrap my mouth around it, will you let me, sir?”

  He growled, “Do it. Suck my cock until I fill your whore mouth,” even as his hand stealthily went around my body and twisted my nipple through my dress, making me cry out in shocked pain and pleasure, it was like a lightning bolt to my hot sheath below.

  I shivered in shamed delight as my pussy quivered at his hard and confident tone, and a humiliating pleasure heated my body and sent a thrill down my spine, at his nasty and degrading order. Fuck, there was something so wrong and so very hot in being his whore, in him finally for the first time naming me his whore. I hadn’t been lying either, it was exactly what I’d been daydreaming about. The way my lips tingle as his silky hardness glides into my mouth through my moistened and tight cock-sucking lips. I loved that tingling and sparking sensation.

  Nothing better in the world. That emotional desire and need in me to suck his cock was situational of course, I loved getting it hard in the pussy and ass, and to feel him sliding through my tits. I also just loved to be held and doted on. But in that moment, there was honestly nothing I wanted, needed, or desired more than to be on my knees for him, worshipping his delicious cock flesh.

  It was what my mouth was for, after all. His pleasure.

  Beyond that, I’d always liked sucking cock, and I’d always been good at it. But Gary’s cock made it so much better to be on my knees than ever before, the last cock I’d ever suck and pleasure with my naughty mouth. The god I’d hopefully come to love and start a family with. I was already falling for him. It’d only been six days since we’d met, but we’d spent almost every moment of it together since the beginning. That added an extra thrill to the act, it wasn’t just a bedroom game, I yearned for him to own my body for the rest of this life.

  That made it so much hotter, and I loved sucking him off, and the fact he loved reciprocating and licked me out often, almost had nothing at all to do with it.

  Chapter Three

  Gary

  Her gorgeous and seductive chocolate eyes were full of a wanton longing and naughty desire, along with a sweet submission as she turned her body as she slid of the chair, and she looked up into my eyes. Her lips slightly parted, as she licked them, looking up at me as she undid my pants and fished me back out with a firm grip.

  She had me entirely enthralled as I looked into her eyes, and I saw nothing but naked desire to be my cock sucking whore, and a sweet surrender and serenity in using her mouth on me. It was heady, and I’d never been harder as she stroked me twice.

  She was so beautiful, truly devasting in sophisticated beauty, with an oval face, pouty bottom lip, and long graceful neck. Her dark brown hair scintillating in the sunlight through the office window. It was almost painful, how sexy and beautiful the goddess of love was, and while shallow that didn’t make it less true. It had a huge impact, along with her desperate need to be sucking me off.

  Her plaintive and begging words had my head spinning with lust, and my mind fogged with the anticipation of pleasure as she thanked me with her eyes for allowing her to serve my pleasure. It was heady, wild, and not at all new. I think it was just hitting me so hard that morning because there was true unbridled affection in her gaze and every movement, and I felt a strong affection of my own.

  It made things more intense, by a lot, which was saying a lot. Also, the point Amelia had been making earlier, sex with deeper and profound emotion was always better and more intense, and I imagined none more so than with the goddess of love, pleasure, fertility, and beauty.

  She winked saucily, then slid the straps of her dress off her shoulder, and she peeled the top of her dress down to release her tits for my viewing pleasure. They were completely bared at that point, her current dress had built in support like most of them did. Or at least, that’s what I assumed, before she crawled forward on her knees, and squeezed her DD cups around my shaft, mashing and rubbing them on me to massage my cock with her wickedly soft supple flesh, while looking up at me in wanton adoration and wicked affection.

  She winked, and she didn’t break eye contact as she licked the slit, just like she’d promised, a wonderfully hot and wet sensation over my sensitive tip, and she let out a wanton moan at the taste of the precum her tits had arranged for. Her eyes looked just as lost in the pleasure of her act as mine were from the raw physical and mental pleasure of it.

  I was truly in awe, all the ladies loved sucking cock, as much as I loved to feel them quiver on my tongue, but she was taking it another level higher that morning. It looked like she was having a transcendent experience bringing me pleasure. The soft warmth and affection, mixing with the wicked wanton needs of the bedroom whore in her. No longer just wicked for me. She was showing me an aspect of the loving princess as well, to use her words. Of the woman that longed to be mine.

  My cock twitched painfully hard between her breasts, as she started to suckle and moan dreamily on the tip, her tongue swirling around the tip and sending sparks of pleasure explosively into my body as her eyes communicated an utter serenity and joyful wanton abandon in the act. So very beautiful and wild for me, all sweet depravity and wicked affection.

  “Damn, baby. That feels so good, never stop.”

  She popped off and giggled naughtily, “Never stop sucking your tasty cock, sir?” and even as she asked her naughty question, her hand guided tits took over pleasuring my length with deliciously teasing and light satiny warm friction.

  I shook my head, “Never stop looking at me like that, baby.”

  She bit her lip, and her eyes grew a little warmer, and a little naughtier, “Yes, sir. Never stop treating me like your dirty whore and sweet princess, and I promise I won’t.”

  She moaned naughtily in conviction as she took me deeply into her sweet and hot mouth, closing her lips around me firmly as her cheeks concaved, and she slowly lifted up milking me hard with that suction and sending paroxysms of pleasure into my body, then a sharp and wicked bolt of pleasure riddled through me as she slowly and languidly swirled the tip with a sweet moan of contentment.

  Then she popped off again, and she started massaging my cock with her breasts.

  “I love the way you’re looking at me too, honey. Gods, I’m so wet for you right now.”

  “How is that?”

  She winked, “Somehow both awed and commanding, sir. It’s a wicked combination that makes me feel so warm and whorish for you, sir. I wish I could never stop, sucking you.”