She accused, “You made reservations, and looking at this place, a while ago.”

  I chuckled, “Okay, maybe a little more planning than I let on to, went into my date with you tonight, Lily.”

  She blushed, which didn’t happen often, not for Lily.

  The hostess seemed amused, “Your server will be right with you,” and gave me a wink while handing us the menus before heading back to her post. One was a wine list of course, extremely long and expensive. The place was a five-star restaurant, it wasn’t often I splurged on anything extravagant with my newfound wealth, but I figured doing so to spoil and woo my harem was a good use of it.

  I wanted us to live well, not extravagantly, what we already had and the house we were moving into was more than enough. Maybe it was also my way of trying to stave off entitlement, I just didn’t need a twenty thousand square foot mansion on several hundred acres.

  Neither of us were wine afficionados, so we just ordered the house wine, which was quite expensive in itself. I wound up ordering something I couldn’t pronounce, but it came with pasta, white sauce, shrimp, and mussels. She got an eggplant parmesan with a side of spaghetti in a red sauce.

  “We close in three weeks on the club, I was thinking I could have the place renovated, and the sign will be ready for installation by then. We could have the place open in a week after that, but that’s up to you. I don’t know how long it’ll take you to find the staff?”

  She nodded, “I’ve got a few people I plan to poach with a better deal, and I know they’ll appreciate not needing to play with the boss. There’s always waitresses and bartenders looking for work, an ad online and I should be able to line up a day of interviews for later that week. It’ll be tight, but I can do it with Brenna’s help. We already have a solid plan for it. Thanks for helping, honey.”

  I smiled, “Looking forward to it. Do you think we should get out more?”

  She smirked, “You maybe. June and I go out all the time, shopping or what have you, and so does Brenna. Going stir crazy?”

  I waved that away, “No, not from spending all day surrounded by one or more of you, relaxing. It’s the lack of creative expression I think, trying not to flood the market. Now that the renovation is done I’m feeling a bit itchy about that. Definitely don’t need to go shopping.”

  Lily laughed, “Typical guy after all.”

  I winked.

  Lily said, “Well, one of your goals is to keep human and god relations on a good tack. Nate has the government and law and order locked up, but you could do social things. Give back, generate good press, and use a little creativity with it.”

  I tilted my head, “That’s brilliant.”

  She winked, “I’m only a bimbo when you’re around, love. I have an occasional idea when you’re not, and I know that kind of thing is important to you.”

  “Seduction preference?” I asked curiously. I’d been assuming.

  She nodded, then shook her head, “Partly maybe, I do like seducing you that way, since there’s a kernel of truth in it and it makes me feel naughty and bemused, but the other part is being around you, being your focus and having your attention, its intense.”

  I chuckled, “I get it, looking at you… I lose at least forty IQ points, gorgeous.”

  She snickered, “Something like that, yes. You do fog my mind, honey, especially when you’re being possessive and staring at me so intently. You also own me, and I’d literally do anything you asked of me, so in a sense those things fit in perfectly with the whole obedient and empty-headed bimbo theme. So, it’s both fun and amusing for me to just sink into it and go with it, and I get a thrill out of your reaction to that seduction. And I’m blonde. All around it just… really works for both of us.”

  She winked.

  I said, “And the naughty part is because there’s some small truth in it.”

  She giggled, then tossed her hair and looked at me dreamily, “Yes, honey. I really relish being your willing bimbo and exotically dancing goddess.”

  Time to change the subject, before my cock stirred further.

  She looked so thrilled, as she read the reaction of lustful need in me at her statement. That was both the mantel in her at her seducing the hell out of me, and of course a thrill as a woman too, I’d like to think.

  I asked, “What would you think of a hospital visit. I wonder if they’d let us heal what we could, maybe I could distract the patients with caricature drawings while you and the others healed them. It’d be good press for both of us as gods and witches, plus give me a creative outlet that wouldn’t flood the art market.”

  She grinned, “That’s exactly the kind of thing I had in mind. I’ll look into it, see if the hospitals are willing for us to heal patients with witchcraft. They might not be, and even if they are they’ll have to get parental consent before the date.”

  I nodded, “That makes sense. So, what other brilliant ideas do you come up with, when I’m not around.”

  She giggled, “Most of that creativity is focused into the coming business, those skits you suggested I be a part of for instance, and into new and creative ways to seduce you, honey. But there are a few. Host a weeklong arts festival, even have inspirational classes for young adults. I think if we really tried, we could launch a new renaissance of sorts. The new Erato might have to come up with something else.”

  I snorted. You think love poetry would be too… explicit for a public festival?” I asked in mock innocence.

  She winked, “No doubt. I can’t even imagine what a hot mess she’ll be, all seduction and sex. At least I can focus on dance sometimes. She’ll be getting worked up from both ends of her mantel.”

  I chuckled, “You sounded a little dreamy about it.”

  She giggled, “Being a hot mess for our honey can be fun, honey.”

  And there we were, full circle back to my cock stirring.

  I deflected, “So hospital visits, a yearly festival on the arts, what else?” Both ideas sounded like good ones to me, and my mantel. Also good press, and an outlet for all of us to create and inspire, not just wallow in our love and lust at home. Not that there was anything wrong with that, I’d be happy doing that, but even a god needed a balanced life. We couldn’t just worship each other, adore and love each other, and burn up the sheets.

  She shrugged, “Just one more idea that way so far, I haven’t put a whole lot of thought into it. I already told you where most of my efforts that way seem to go to because of my mantel, to my delight.”

  I smiled, “You’re perfect just the way you are, gorgeous, and I haven’t come up with any ideas that way outside of using my seer abilities and preventing bad press, not generating the good kind. So let’s hear it.”

  She blushed at my honest praise and admiration, and then paused as the food came out. It wasn’t long before the food was out in front of us, and the waiter melted away.

  She teased, “We can run a seminar on pregnancy risk awareness,” then her gaze was filled with wide-eyed mock innocence.

  I laughed, pretty hard too, “I’ll get you back for that, gorgeous.”

  I was never going to live it down.

  She giggled, “Seriously, we can run a merit-based mentoring and scholarship program. Once a year based on raw talent. A contest of sorts, for art, dance, writing, and all the rest. We’d judge the entrants on talent alone, not class, power, or money, and the winners would get a little inspiration from us, a few lessons, then be sent to art school with a full ride scholarship on our dime. That might be too much work, there’d no doubt be tens of thousands of entrants, so we’d have to hire a large staff to narrow things down to the best hundred or so entries, then make the final decisions.”

  I waved a hand, “That’s brilliant, and not as hard as you would think. Put me in a room with all the entrants’ stuff, and my seer power and affinity with the arts will lead me right to the best one. We’ll just have to specify all entrants need to mail in their stories printed out, and their paintings. The only thing that won’t work with is dance videos and music. Hmm, I wonder if I can use my power on digital files, I’ll have to test it. But I can do most of the work that way.”

  She smiled, “I didn’t think of that, honey.”

  “Nope, too busy teasing me.”

  She giggled, “You love it, sir. Well, I know I do.”

  I grinned, “I do. You’re all so… accommodating, and I love that, but never being challenged would be boring. Why do you love it?”

  She winked, “For me to know, honey. If I told you, it might ruin it based on reverse psychology.”

  I nodded, “Alright. I’d hate to ruin your fun, plus what’s one more mystery?”

  I kind of honestly had a good idea, she loved my commanding and penetrating stare, and I always looked at her with eyes promising a spanking when she teased me. It wasn’t like I was going to stop, it was my natural reaction. Oh, and she was getting spanked later. She didn’t get off on it like June, not just a spanking, but she really enjoyed a harsh spanking during sex.

  Point being, I was fairly sure that turned her on a lot, made her feel owned, naughty, and filled her with wicked anticipation. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking, but I doubted it.

  She smiled, “That’s about it, so far.”

  “It’s a hell of a start, gorgeous. Just those three things could keep us busy all year around. Keep our art sides fed while we’re not tapping them for ourselves.”

  She bit her lip, “I love you, Mark.”

  “Love you too, Lily. Every time I think you can’t impress me further, you blow me out of the water.”

  She smirked, “I feel like a live wire right now, honey. Your eyes haven’t left me once since we sat down.”

  “That’s the point of a date, gorgeous. I’m loving our intimacy too. Plus, you look absolutely ravishing tonight, but no more so than for the blush on your cheeks.”

  She giggled, “Then all the other men did it wrong.”

  We dug into our meals at that point, before they got cold. I didn’t ask her to clarify, maybe they had wandering eyes. Didn’t care. Their loss was my gain, obviously. Ironically perhaps, wandering eyes would turn her on now with her mantel, but this was a date and she’d have my complete attention, even if she would get all lusty at me admiring other women.

  I mean, this was about intimacy, our relationship, our love as a man and a woman, not our mantels or sensual triggers. She also couldn’t look more thrilled having my fully undivided attention on her. As for me, I was absolutely feasting on her with my eyes, and I couldn’t wait until our night of dancing together when I got to enjoy my hands on her.

  The rest of the meal passed with light small talk about day-to-day things. We’d already delved the possibilities of get to know you conversations over the past two weeks. I was sure there were still mysteries to plumb about her past, but as far as the amazing person sitting across from me, I knew her as well as anyone could.

  She was breathtaking.

  Once the meal was settled up, we headed for a swing dance club. It was far from erotic dancing, except maybe when she did it. I mean, she was really working me up, her looks smoldering as we flowed around the dance floor. There was no need for a private lap dance, she was already teasing me outrageously and was obviously trying to drive me into taking her home and ravishing her.

  Her body moved sinuously, gracefully flowing, and she brushed up against my cock at every opportunity while begging me with her eyes. Her bright smile, the color in her cheeks, and the glow of her fair skin from dancing was driving me crazy. I’d never been any harder, let’s put it that way. It wasn’t just her amazing dancing, or the lust in her eyes begging for it.

  It was the thrill in her eyes, the love on her face, the romance of the moment and I could tell she was swept away by it, and I was absolutely captivated. Every single moment we resisted, put it off just that much longer, was a thrill and merely enthralled me further. I may have been in charge, but I was also wrapped around her little finger, she was endlessly fascinating, sexy, and always mine.

  I also admired her intelligence, and as condescending as it might sound, I was extremely proud of her. Her earlier ideas, her drive, her intelligence, the way she was so focused on the business and our family. I loved her playful bimbo side, but I was in awe of her ambition and drive as well.

  Point being, true respect and genuine admiration was a multiplier for love, lust, and desire. She was so very precious, and the way she moved so sensually and daringly risqué in my arms drove me crazy. Not to mention the peaks I’d gotten at the red lingerie under the dress, when she spun and her skirts flared out showing a tantalizing peak of her hidden paradise, including a dark red wet spot that told me how truly aroused she was right now.

  I just couldn’t take it anymore, and her eyes both laughed at me and were full of wicked joy and anticipation as I teleported us right off the dance floor to the bedroom.

  She moaned wantonly as she kissed me with abandon, I was lost in that sweet kiss and the taste of her mouth and tongue as she rubbed up against me like a cat in heat. Her breathiness equally from the pleasure of dance and her longing and arousal for me. She moaned even deeper, as I lifted her skirts enough to grip her petite bubbled ass tightly and possessively, through the red silk and lace lingerie panties.

  She mewled into my mouth with need, and I broke the kiss and controlled her by her hair, spinning her around and pushing her firmly to bend her over the bed’s edge. She let out a breathy gasp, as I ground my hard cock against her ass, then swatted her with authority.

  I’d had every intention of spearing her hard and fast while I spanked her, but seeing her skirt flipped over onto her lower back, and the dark red wet spot lewdly outlining her meaty labia, stuck to it, made my mouth water. I didn’t even think or make a conscious decision, as I swatted her a second time and went to my knees.

  “Gods, honey. You’re driving me insane, I’ve never felt hotter or needed it more after that date. Take me, please, own me with that fat cock.”

  My nostrils flared and my cock twitched as I took in her delicious scent of arousal. I caressed her ass slowly, then teasingly pulled her panties down slowly, and she wriggled as she felt the heat of my breath against her sensitive folds.

  I left her panties down around her mid thighs as I leaned in, and slowly licked her. I grinned, and my cock twitched, as her whole body bucked hard and trembled.

  “Gorgeous, I’m going to devour you,” I said in a deep tone that left no room for argument.

  She whimpered in anticipation and need, and a thrill went through me as I buried my nose in between her sexy and petite bubbled ass cheeks. Her sweet wild sounds of pleasure and need drove me mad, as I devoured her. My tongue licking along her sensitive folds, teasing her labia, while my hands held her firmly, possessively, and pinned her down while digging my fingers into her ass and holding her open with my thumbs. Pulling her labia apart to bear her to me. Her little clit was hard and she was so wet and delicious, and I feasted on her hot needy flesh.

  Her scent and taste drove me wild, but her squirming, wriggling, and panting sounds of pleasure hit my libido just as hard, and it had my cock twitching painfully. When I sensed she was close, her entire body quivering beneath my touch and tongue, while her panting was wild, wanton, and out of control, I spanked her hard on one ass cheek then the other, then moaned deeply in approval at her scream of ecstasy.

  All my women were loud as hell in bed, and I loved it making them cum for me. I licked her through the intensity of her orgasmic delight, then stood and slammed home into her pleasure, releasing a loud hiss of pleasure from my mouth at the soft, snug, and heated sensations along my cock as she stretched out so deliciously tight around me.

  I pounded home the rest of the way, then spanked her ass. She was whimpering in pleasure, panting wildly, and out of her mind with both pleasure and anticipation.

  I caressed her ass lightly with my fingertips, feeling the heat and burn of her reddened flesh.

  “You need to be punished.”

  She moaned and squeezed hard around me, then rolled her hips and arched her back.

  “Yes, honey. I was bad to tease you, and bad girls need to be spanked, Mark. Oh gods, that’s so wrong, and so hot. Spank me, nail me hard and make me scream, honey. Put your naughty bimbo in her place, which is to be an obedient and eager cock warmer, a cum deposit. I’ll make it good for you, Mark. I promise,” she begged with breathy desire that fogged my mind with lust, “I’ll work my naughty and dirty girl body so hard for you, honey.”

  I was lost in a fog of desire, yearning to take my pleasure from her hot body while she came so hard for me, as I swatted her and started to pound into her. I plowed her smolderingly hot pussy and punished her already red ass cheeks.

  My naughty and dirty girl started cumming almost immediately, crying out in a mixed euphoria of dirty pleasure and sweet pain. Whimpering, gasping, panting, as she got lost in a wanton abandon to pleasure me. So hot, as I pounded home into her body, as she worked so hard to milk me, clench around me, and roll her hips to make it better for both of us. I started adding my own firm and powerful grind up into her, alternating between rubbing her ass cheeks gently and giving them punishing swats, as she cried in ecstasy.

  It was so hot, the way she lost herself in the bimbo dirty girl fantasy, and she came so hard and so often for me. Clenching so tightly around my sensitive hard cock, writhing wildly around my pleasure, her silken passage pure heavenly bliss sending potent pleasure radiating through my body. The pure blissful delight of her hot silken passage was overwhelming to me, along with that mental fodder.

  It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes and eight orgasms for her later, when I felt a rising crest of pleasure that was impossible to fight off.

  “Dirty girl, going to fill you,” I grunted accusing, “Gorgeous!” and didn’t even fight it as the avalanche of pleasure slammed into my body and rocked my mind. The pure blissful rapture as I emptied my balls into her hot milking sex was indescribably amazing. So hot and tight around me, so eager for my cum to fill her, as her hot flesh continued to give me mind-addling pleasure.