Page 54 of Taming Achilles

What the hell does that mean? I didn’t need to wait long for an answer.

“I discovered what I wanted, independent of the witch that my cock obsessed about,” I felt the barrel of the gun trailing down my cheek. I saw it in his hand, as he brought the end to my lips.

“Kiss it,” he said.

I shook my head, but he waited me out. So I pursed my lips and placed a kiss on the barrel.

“Good girl,” he said in that devilish brogue. How dare he sound so good? “I discovered that I liked control. It got me hard to have a woman writhing beneath me, coming undone, especially when they were fighting it.” I felt the barrel of the gun trail down the centre of my ribs, over my stomach, down the small roundness at the bottom of my belly. “I love making a woman cum until she doesn’t know her own name.”

“Is that it? You fucked around while we were apart? Congratulations!” I said bitterly, tears stinging my eyes.

Geordie chuckled, “Och, aye. Dozens of women, ridden and satisfied, obedient and trained to please me.”

I spat in his face.

The fucking pervert smiled, taking the blade and using it to shave my spit off his face before wiping it on my bare stomach.

“Jealous?” He was taunting me. “I’m not done speaking truth, Princess.” He moved down my body until his face was near my crotch, and he stared down at my slit. His heavy arms, thick and muscular, pinned my thighs down, keeping them open for his inspection. “I learned that I wasn’t the sweet lovemaker I had been with you. That wasn’t what got me going.”

He stuck out his tongue and ran it over my delicate folds and I gasped. Feeling both hatred, and arousal at the same time. A delicious combination.

“Oh, I could be a sweet, generous lover to you, because of this tasty little cunt. It’s fucking magical.” He moved the gun again, lower until it lay on the crease between my thigh and my apex. “But I had trouble with other women until I discovered what I was.” He raised a brow, his eyes darting to me. “I’m a twisted man that will make you crawl on your hands and knees with a glass of whiskey on your back.” He kissed my shaved mound, and lingered there, his hot breath spreading over my entrance. “And I will punish you for every drop spilled.”

He groaned. I knew he could see the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“I will have you thanking me for every orgasm,” he kissed a sensitive spot on my inner thigh. “Do you know what happens to a woman when she’s with a man like me?”

I didn’t want to know. No other woman should ever be with him. Ever. I pulled against my restraints, wanting to flee before he said something that cut me so deep I’d never recover. A tear formed on the corner of my eye and I tried to blink it away.

“They’ll enjoy the first few orgasms,” he whispered against my skin. “But by the fourth, they start begging me to stop.” Four? Four orgasms? How … is that even possible? But he didn’t stop.

“But then by the seventh …” he slid his tongue between my slit and swiped into my entrance. “Their body goes limp in surrender. It’s fucking fascinating how they stop fighting their restraints.”

I imagined Simona in the position I was in, taking seven orgasms. I hated it. Rage built up in me and I wanted to kick and buck but he had me pinned to the mattress with his weight.

“By the tenth …” Ten? Ten fucking orgasms. He had to be lying. There was no way. “They’ve forgotten their name and they’re ready to follow any demands I make of them. They’ll let me do whatever I wish to their bodies and …”

I lifted my knee to his head, but he blocked it.

“Why are you saying this, you bastard! Why?” I was crying, my tears flowing freely.

I didn’t want to hear any of this. I didn’t want to know. It hurt too much. He should never have been with anyone else.

“Because you’re mine, now,” he said, and I was confused. “And it’s your job to please me.”

I shook my head, denying that his pleasure was something I wanted. Needed. To serve him? To be the whore he wanted me to be? What a marvellous occupation.

“I stopped being yours years ago,” I cried, the words painful to say.

He laughed outright.

“You’re wrong, Pip,” he countered. “What we had before was nothing.” The gun started to move again, the weight of it moving from my hip. “This is entirely different, and you’re about to learn how much I’ve changed.” I felt the barrel go over my mound and I looked away, trembling.

I tried not to look. But when my eyes gazed down, I saw that there was the glint of black at the bottom of the grip. Jesus, the magazine was inside.

“Now stop squirming before we have an accident.” I had never heard this taunting tone from him before. He was daring me to defy him and challenging me to obey. His tongue swiped over my clit and I stopped moving. I shivered, and he smiled up at me. I stared at him as he was beneath my thighs.

“Now, Princess, do you want to tell me why you have this gun?” He lifted it in the air as if there was any confusion about which gun he was talking about.

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