“Lie down,” Dago said.

In other circumstances, the woman sitting on the other side of the bed would probably have raised an eyebrow at his command. Her frustration must have quelled any indignation his actions might have sparked, however, because Hera rose from her seat wordlessly, let her dress fall to the floor, and slid onto the bed. In other circumstances, he might have smiled at the speed with which she transformed from a domineering harpy into a submissive, touch-starved woman, but now he was too aroused to revel in his triumph.

Hera Galenos lay before him in only her panties, curious and willing. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by.

Without breaking eye contact, he approached and sat on the edge of the bed. He thought he couldn’t get any harder, but when his hand cupped her round breast and her lips quivered as if they couldn’t wait to let out a moan, he discovered he was wrong. The electrifying shiver that ran through him brought his throbbing lust dangerously close to the verge of explosion.

“I have an idea,” he said in a quiet voice, rubbing her nipple with his fingers. “I would like to use your breasts just like I was using my hand. Do you agree?”

The puzzlement in her eyes told him she had never done anything like this before. Her blush revealed that he had touched the edge of her shame with his question. Her held breath betrayed her hesitation.

But her lips said “yes.”

Dago didn’t wait for her to change her mind. He shifted and knelt over her so her body was between his legs. He put his cock on her chest and started massaging her breasts and himself at the same time.

The blush on her face deepened, but she didn’t protest. From the small movements of her body, he could tell that she was probably clenching her thighs. He considered suggesting that she use her hand, but then he remembered her earlier frustration and her confession from a few weeks ago.

Sex doesn’t bring me pleasure.

If the woman couldn’t satisfy herself, it meant…

The curse that escaped his lips turned into a silent moan as he rolled over at the last minute and flooded his hostess’ bed with a white stream of lust.

Sweet nightmare… If he became this excited every time they were close, instead of being the only one who could satisfy Hera Galenos, he would be the one who had satisfied her only once.

When he’d calmed down, he lifted his head and looked at the woman. She watched him with interest, propped on her elbow.

“That was an exception,” he said. “Usually, I can stand much longer.”

The corners of her lips curled up. “Mhm.”

Dago narrowed his eyes. “I’m serious.”

“Mhm.”

He moved closer and pushed her, not hard, but enough to make her land on a pillow. Before she could come up with something other than surprise, he pinned her arms above her head and pressed his lips against her. Her body tensed as if she was going to push him off, but instead she parted her lips and let him penetrate her…

He broke off before he got too excited by her submission.

“Now your turn,” he breathed out. Seeing the question in her eyes, he leaned away and lay next to her. “Kneel over me and lean against the wall.”

When she realized his intention, her cheeks colored with shame again, but that time at the seaside must have left a good impression on her because she didn’t hesitate for long. She raised herself up carefully, took off her panties, and did as he suggested.

He welcomed the sight of the moist crevice between her legs with satisfaction. To make a pussy wet before touching it was an art that only a few mastered.

“Lower.”

When she obeyed shyly, he grabbed her soft buttocks, pinning her in place, and slipped his tongue between the folds of her desire. She quivered, and he felt a shiver too. Her scent and taste reached far beyond his tongue and nostrils. They pressed against the hard wall of his self-control, reached his deepest desires, awakened dormant instincts…

He felt hunger, and to satisfy it he had to lick and suck. The trembling movements and muffled moans of the woman towering over him were good, but he wanted more. He must have more.

More.

More.

MORE.

“Ah!”

A wave of female arousal washed over his tongue. He licked off every last drop, intoxicated by the taste and success. When Hera shakily rose up and sat down next to him, he couldn’t hide his triumph.

Or rather, he didn’t want to hide it.

“If you want to have sex in public places without being discovered, you have a lot of work ahead of you, sweetpearl,” he said.

He lay on his side and propped himself up on his elbow, then cupped her breast and stroked her skin with his thumb. She tensed but didn’t protest. Her bashful acceptance combined with the defiant glint in her eyes pleased him on more than one level. He’d met many women, from shy virgins to wanton nymphs, but none of them made such an impression on him. Shyness too often bordered on passivity, and carefreeness deflected from submission. Finding the golden mean seemed impossible… until now.

“I won’t have sex in public places,” Hera said.

“Even after the wedding?” He smiled when she didn’t answer right away. “We need to set the date, then.”

She grabbed his hand to pull it away but he held her fingers, squeezing them lightly as if they had just struck a deal. The sight of their clasped hands must have seemed even more strange to her than it did to him, because she fell silent for a long moment.

“Do you really want it?” she asked finally, meeting his eyes again.

“Yes.”

Instead of being happy, she frowned. “But really really?”

He examined her face. “You’re thinking about love again?”

He guessed from the way she looked away that the question embarrassed her more than anything he’d said that evening.

“What if during those three years, you meet someone you fall in love with?” she asked.

“Nothing.” When she looked at him with surprise, he cocked his eyebrow. “I thought we already agreed that love and marriage are different things. Even if I start having senseless feelings toward another woman, which is unlikely, she’ll have to wait until the end of our contract.” He tightened his grip and lowered his voice. “If you’re counting on me to release you from your oath when you suddenly feel attracted to someone, I advise you to stop. If you violate the terms of the contract, you can be certain that I will hold you responsible.”

She was silent, staring at him as if she didn’t know what to think of him. He could understand her; he didn’t know what to think about himself either. He had never felt such a need to control a woman to such an extent.

Mine, whispered the instinct that usually awoke at the sight of gold.

Dago rose to a sitting position, releasing her hand and sliding his fingers into her brown locks. “As we agreed earlier, I informed my parents about our arrival. They expect us in a week. When we return, we will publicly announce our engagement and wedding date. Any objections?”

Hera’s answer resembled a whisper. “No.”

He smiled, content. “Good.”

Nothing tasted as delicious as making a reluctant woman change her mind.