But the core of it was I’d fucked up. I’d made an assumption based on the past life of a goddess based on myth and rumor. She’d been right to tear me a new ass, but then she split and didn’t give me a chance to ask those questions, apologize, or… anything.

  Which was annoying.

  She was right though, I’d misread the situation. Looking back over the last forty hours or so it was obvious in hindsight and with new eyes. She was passionately exuberant about life, warm and caring with more empathy than I’d ever known in another, beautiful, smart, clever, intelligent, and seductively sexy beyond belief. But that last one had only been pointed at me, and outside some light flirting from the start had been minor until we’d gotten to know each other.

  She was breathtaking and the total package, and I was an idiot. My inner pessimist had screwed it up royally, she wanted to be loved, not just wallow in pleasure. I also wasn’t sure what she’d meant about the threesome part, I’d been a little shocked by that, but upon reflection it seemed obvious she wanted what her parents had. A harem of woman for one man, that also loved and supported each other.

  Which was a little surprising, as well as tempting. But that left a lot of question marks I’d need answered, there were too many types of polyamory, and I wasn’t interested in random hookups for empty fun. It wasn’t because I didn’t like some strange, because who didn’t? It was about my possessiveness, I never could divorce that when claiming a woman, and if she’d be in another man’s bed the next day or even later that night, then I didn’t want it. Couldn’t deal with it.

  My possessiveness was the trait that usually ended my relationships, but apparently, if she hadn’t lied, that was a bonus for her too. She wanted to be showered with affection, taken care of, protected, respected and admired out of bed, and owned and used in bed.

  She was fucking perfect for me, and I’d screwed it up royally. No, not just perfect for me, she was the best I’d ever have the opportunity to get. She was overwhelming and I wasn’t sure any man could truly deserve her, I sure as hell didn’t. I’d never call her a slut, I wouldn’t have judged her for it, there was nothing wrong with it, just not for me. But, I’d certainly implied it, like she said. I wasn’t sure what to do, except apologize and try to make up for it.

  Of course, that didn’t mean we would work out, heartbreak was still a possible destination, and that was okay. It was too early for surety, but I didn’t need that. I wasn’t a child looking for a safe sure thing, I just hadn’t wanted to start something that couldn’t end up where I wanted to go.

  I turned off the shower and dried off with a spell, then got dressed in Dockers and a dark blue button down and shoes. I could feel her out on the bed, her aura was like a soothing balm against mine.

  “We need to talk, but first I need to apologize for making a stupid assumption. The truth is your clever, intelligent, empathetic and sweet. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and everything I never thought I’d meet. I want to make it up to you, so get dressed in something breezy and casual.”

  Her lips twitched, “Breezy?”

  “You know, light thin fabric, casually sexy, we’re going somewhere warm.”

  She bit her lip, “I have the information about the plan…” she trailed off as I shook my head.

  “Later, this is far more important. You’re more important.”

  Her eyes widened, softened, and her body flashed with golden light as she stood. She looked devastating of course, she always did with her beauty mantel to keep her flawless, and the raw materials it had to work with were… stunning. The light blue summer dress was two layers, the inner layer conformed to her curves snugly to her hips, where it turned into loose skirts that barely reached mid-thigh. It would’ve been borderline scandalous, if not for the semi-sheer outer layer that gave some mystery up above, the sheer layer was also longer down below, going all the way down to her knees and only tantalizingly revealing the legs underneath. Casually sexy, demure, and breathtaking all in one.

  She smiled as I looked her over, perhaps despite herself, “Where are we going?”

  I said, “Dinner, I know this romantic little bistro in Honolulu right off the water, ever been to Hawaii?”

  She laughed, and said playfully, “Just once,” though I wasn’t sure why that was so amusing.

  I shrugged and moved over to her.

  She said, “You know the place, take me there.”

  I asked, “Are you sure?”

  She blushed and tilted her head, “I trust you, Gary.”

  Damn, I was tempted to just take her then, but although she looked a bit dreamy and wooed in the moment, she wasn’t giving me those warmly inviting eyes she had been the last day. I’d have to earn it again, which was fair, even as my dick had some stern words for me.

  I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, which made her smile up at me.

  Darkness billowed, and when it cleared, we stood on the sidewalk near the beach and ocean. I took her hand firmly and squeezed, then didn’t let go as I escorted her to the entrance and inside. It was around eight in the evening there.

  We were led to a table for two and given menus.

  She said exuberantly, “So, you seem to have reconsidered?”

  I said, “Also a lot of questions about what you said. I’d appreciate if you didn’t disappear on me when we have an argument.”

  She winked, “No promises. Most women stew in their anger if left too long, but that’s not me. I left so I didn’t say anything I’d regret, and I came back when my sharp temper cooled.”

  I chuckled, “Fair enough, as long as you always come back.”

  She grinned, “Questions?”

  “Open relationships?”

  She shook her head, “Not a slut, no cheating or empty hookups, which are unhealthy. They’re selfish things, a search for pleasure and satisfaction without meaning. What made you ask that?”

  “You mentioned threesomes and creative relationship dynamics. There are a lot of options in those, and I agree, one-night stands are empty and to be avoided. Maybe it’d be easier if you just tell me how you see it working?”

  She bit her lip, “Like what my family has. A loving family, one strong man and others to love too. The right ones that want the same things, support and love in all directions. We’d both have to agree.”

  I said, “That’s hard, I mean it sounds great in theory, but your dad has that bond with the muses, and all of his other women are extremely submissive, at least in relationships. I don’t see you being that submissive, I mean in the household and relationship, not the bedroom.”

  She giggled, “You’re right. It will be a little different. Not as many for one. As for the bond, well, if only we had a tier one goddess with the ability to create love bonds. I mean, where could we find one?” she batted her eyes at me.

  I laughed, “Okay, so that would keep us interested and maintain the heat between us all indefinitely? Give us the impetus to maintain our relationships steadily over the long-term?”

  She nodded, “Something like that, desire wouldn’t ever be a problem or shortfall. It won’t be an empty thing though. I could make you all love slaves for instance, but I wouldn’t do that, I want love not empty worship and pleasure. The kind of bond I’m thinking of is light, enhancing what’s already there. It wouldn’t work if there was no base.

  “My father is rather free to do whatever he wants, and lives by his own rules. I envision something less one sided than that, as you implied, but only outside the bedroom. I was also thinking no more than three other women.”

  I sighed, “That’s really tempting, but you know I wouldn’t be settling for just you, I’d be batting out of my league.”

  She blushed, “I appreciate the thought, but I would like more lovers. I like sharing pleasure with women and rocking my man’s world. Besides being fun in the bedroom, still done in love, outside the bedroom there’s a lot more support. With the right people, that can share, it’s a beautiful and supportive thing. If we avoid jealousy, and there are ways to manage that, then we don’t have to be everything the other needs, we just have to not be what the other doesn’t need or want. If that makes sense.

  “I can for instance, share intimacy in ways with a woman that will fulfill me in ways a man can’t, not to mention a shopping partner that won’t be grumpy. We’d all share the load, and diversity in love will lead to a richer life.

  “Obviously we couldn’t expect commitments out of the gate, we can’t commit either right now, but we wouldn’t be picking up one night stands to share. They would be people that are interested in the lifestyle and would try for the gold ring, and once we found our limit and found commitment, we would close the circle.”

  I frowned, “Jealousy wouldn’t be a problem for me, I don’t think, not without another man involved. But how would you deal with it?”

  She nodded, “Finding open and generous people. The greatest thing to avoid that way will be the appearance of favoritism. That’s not something you need to worry about, I’ll handle that, all you have to do is take the bait.”

  “Take the bait?”

  She smiled, “Let us control who and when, all you have to do is not turn us away and not show favoritism in other ways. In short, if one of us is seducing you, don’t blow us off, or worse, engage with another of us.”

  I sighed, “It sounds complicated.”

  She giggled, “A little bit, but mostly on our side, and women love complications and negotiations. For you it should be easy. That doesn’t preclude you spontaneously taking one of us either, just that if one of us is seducing you, you should drag that person off. It’s worth a little complication, and it’ll make our lives so much richer.”

  I chuckled, “This all sounds good in theory, and I think I understand what you want now. Let’s focus on us tonight.”

  I didn’t see it happening anytime soon, finding someone like her that’s open to it, and compatible with us, sounded extremely difficult. Hell, I was still searching for the woman I got to own and pamper, she was just the latest candidate if the best I’d ever met. The shallow end of the pool would’ve been easier, there were tons of swingers out there, but neither of us were interested in that.

  It was exciting, and she was more than enough for now, for always, but I supposed I wouldn’t turn down more if it came up. She was the goddess of love, and a bond would help cement it all together.

  She grinned, “I can do that, what else did you want to know?”

  “I told you what I think of you, how I see you, and why I want you and you have me mesmerized. So, how about telling me what else was on that camel’s back?”

  She bit her lip, “Your kind and attentive, you listen to me, and you’re a possessive man with a lot of confidence. We get along on almost every important moral and point of principle, and we have differing and similar tastes to keep it interesting. Then there was that straw, finding a man that could help me run a fortune while I was helping people with my psychology degree. You’re also cutely hot.”

  I laughed, “Cutely hot?”

  She winked, “Adorably handsome, with a yummy well-endowed body.”

  She hadn’t had the pleasure yet, but I supposed I’d ground it against her enough times while dancing, and she’d probably seen it outlined in my pants at times. I wasn’t a porn star, but I wasn’t shabby either, at the high side of average at just over seven inches and girthy enough to please.

  “I’ll take it, but if you squeeze my adorable cheeks, I’ll spank you.”

  She giggled, then lifted an eyebrow, “Promise? Wait, which ones?” she asked with a naughty giggle and smoldering eyes.

  “My ass is adorable too?”

  She snickered, “Good point, no, that’s just sexy.”

  The food arrived before I could reply, and our conversation moved to body language and gazes for a while. That warmth I’d missed was coming back, in spades. She was looking at me with promise again, and she was so effortlessly sensual and sexy it was killing me. Especially since I had nothing holding me back anymore.

  I mean, her artfully seductive looks and flirts were amazingly hot and had me stirring below, but it was her subconscious movements, seductions, and sensuality that was absolutely mind-blowing. I was certain she was only doing about a third of her body language flirting consciously.

  “Anything you want to know, or want me to know?” I asked about midway through my chicken parmesan and spaghetti.

  She asked, “Did you mean that, back in the hotel room? Am I more important than the plan to get revenge?”

  I said, “Not even a contest. I want him to pay for his crimes, but being around you spins me about, makes the world beautiful with color and possibility, and you’re enthrallingly intoxicating. How many couples have you helped here?”

  She blushed, then said, “Four cutely nervous first dates. No gifts, just a push. Why aren’t you taken?”

  I chuckled, “Most women find me too intense. They find my affection, protecting them, and taking care of them to be smothering, and my desires and dominance in the bedroom to be Neanderthalic and arrogantly sexist, I think the last one said.”

  She giggled, “Oh, those poor deluded women.”

  I laughed, “You are too much, trouble.”

  She snorted, “You haven’t called me that in a while, but I like being trouble for you.”

  “Baby works too.”

  She smirked playfully, but her eyes smoldered for me, “Okay, I can deal with that, honey. So you said desires and dominance. Desires?”

  I grinned, “Nervous? How about I show you? Nothing too weird or fetishy that I feel a need to disclose it.”

  She giggled, “I see, rather confident, aren’t you?”

  I waved down the waiter, then nodded firmly at her, which left her completely breathless for a moment.

  She said softly, “Can’t wait.”

  As soon as the check was paid, I took her hand as we left the restaurant and went around to the side, before I teleported us back to the hotel.

  I pulled her against me firmly, my fingertips pressing into her lower back, and she looked as mesmerized as I felt when bent my head down halfway. I waited there until she went up on her toes, and licked her lips as she slightly parted them, then I kissed her.

  Her sweet little sigh as our lips started to dance made me twitch in my pants against her stomach, I’d been hard half the night, and that sweet sigh turned into a naughty one as she ground up against it shamelessly. Her lips were like silk against mine, and her hand roamed my chest eagerly while I caressed her face and neck softly up top, held her tightly below, and our sweet first kiss got hot and heavy quickly. Her sweet breaths becoming labored, and I moaned into her mouth as she reached higher with her roaming hands and ran them through my hair.

  My hand went south, and caressed then gripped her ass, making her moan into my mouth and grind harder, even as she arched her back slightly to both grind her ass on my gripping hand and to grind her huge rounded DD cups against my chest.

  I gave her a playful swat as I broke the kiss, and then stepped back to start unbuttoning my shirt.

  I said, “You drove me crazy, turning that light off earlier. I want to watch you strip for me, baby. Do it, but leave your underclothes on. I want to take those off.”

  She looked breathless, her smokey dark chocolate eyes and beautiful face a study in desire and sensual need as she moved sensually and started to slowly peel the dress down her body.

  She said breathily, “Yes, sir.”

  My cock twitched, “Sir?”

  She winked playfully, “Always, when it comes to the bedroom and pleasure, sir. You’re in charge, and anything goes. Order me, manhandle me, pleasure me, punish me, worship me, or use me, sir.”

  My cock twitched, and I realized I’d stopped unbuttoning at the wave of lust at that little announcement. I started to do so again, and as the dress came off her breasts she turned around teasingly, coquettishly, while not breaking eye contact. All I could see was the lacy black of her bra straps and the back of her bra as her lovely waist came into view.

  She said seductively, “I’ll never feel smothered by you, it’s exactly what I need. To be your pampered princess outside the bedroom, and to be your nasty and willing whore in it. A princess and a whore, is what I am, and right now I’m all yours.”

  She was trembling with desire, heat, and emotion as she’d said that. The goddess of love was a hot mess, for me. How heady was that?

  Fucking hell, she was too much, and she was really enjoying the emotions and lust she was engendering in me in that moment, as her dress slid over her hips and then fell to the floor in a pool of material. Her body was even better than I imagined as she circled around. Athletic, extremely fit, not muscular, but just a little tone showed when in movement, otherwise she was femininely soft in appearance, without an ounce of extra fat. Her skin was flawless, and I imagined would feel like silk against me.

  All that extra fat was in her tits, which were mouthwateringly large and far too big for her frame, in a good way. Her black silk and lace bra showed all of her cleavage, and most of the top of her breasts. They were lovely to look at, impossible to miss, but it was the classic and sophisticated beauty of her face, her slightly parted bowed lips, and her seductive as hell dark brown eyes I couldn’t look away from.

  Her eyes had me mesmerized as I pushed off my pants, kicked off my shoes and stripped my socks.

  I stalked forward, wondering what she saw in my face that thrilled her so. It felt like a dark lust, a need to own her, use her, and make her cum for me. To make her scream for me.

  She was so soft, so very compliant and breathless, as I pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, my hand teasing her back and then unsnapping her bra. She let out a breathy little sigh as I felt the weight of her breasts push against my chest, and I slid the straps off her shoulders. I kissed down on her neck and growled at her taste. Her natural feminine scent was like an aphrodisiac, and her scent of arousal had my nostrils flaring like a bull’s. She was delicious, and so soft against me, her stomach like supple warm silk as she conformed herself for me and bent her head back and to the side to give me better access.