Page 24 of Sweet Obsession

Sometime around the dozenth strike, he starts shifting as if he can escape the pain, pushing against the bed as if he’s not sure he wants to retreat or arch his back and offer me better access. Through it all, he keeps moaning, his head hanging limply between his broad shoulders.

Finally, I can resist it no longer. I sink down and bite him on the upper curve of his ass. Not as hard as I want to, nowhere near hard enough to break the skin, but he jerks and makes that whimpering sound I’ve been craving since our kiss in the kitchen. I press my forehead to the small of his back. Measuring his little shudders and shakes. “Poseidon.”

“Yes?” His voice has gone soft and slow, the way submissives often do when in the middle of a scene. If he’s not fully in subspace, he’s damn close. “Icarus? What do you need?”

I smile despite myself. Trust him to be the kind of man who asks me what I need whenhecame tomein desperation.Does he ever put his needs first?The thought staggers me. It threatens to make this moment impactful in a way I don’t want. I can’t be trusted to hold him with care. I can’t be trusted to holdanythingwith care.

And he…deserves that.

Fuck.I kiss my bite mark. I shouldn’t be doing this. Now’s the time to stop things and bring him down, to hold him long enough to ensure he’s okay and then flee. Except I don’t.

I kiss his heated skin again. “Are you only here for pain? Or do you need pleasure, too?”

I hold my breath as he whimpers again. Addiction. That’s what this man threatens to be. I’ve kissed him once and given him a relatively light spanking, and it’s everything I can do not to push formore, not to takeeverything.

“Pleasure, too,” he finally grinds out.

My selfish monster of a heart hoped he’d say as much. He just gave me the excuse to do what I want to. Without moving from my position, I trace over the band of his underwear with my fingers to the curve of his stomach, and carefully lower the fabric past his massive, hard cock.

Now, we can really start having some fun.

14

Poseidon

I never thought it could be like this.

Can’t think clearly enough to define whatitis in this scenario. Sex. Pain. Peace. It all applies.

I’m here on my knees, my ass one agonizing screech of pain, my cock so hard that one faint touch might send me over the edge. But the awful pressure that threatened to crush me has eased. My thoughts are slow and peaceful, almost so peaceful as to be nonexistent. There’s no space for overthinking or overanalyzing when each contact his hand makes against my bare skin sends a wave of agony through me. How can I worry when he has me so well in hand? He plays my body as if I’m an instrument under his command. I’m not so sure he’s wrong.

I’m not someone who worries over much about the gods, but if religion were like this, maybe I’d actually be interested in participating.

Icarus pulls my underwear down to free my cock, and suddenly this is all too real. Pain hasn’t been something I’ve shared with past lovers. Either they weren’t interested, or I wasn’t, but now I wonder what I’ve been missing out on. If it could have always beenlike this…

Icarus pulls my underwear tight, the band digging into the base of my cock and making me moan. “Stay with me, big guy.”

What little thought I was able to gather in that moment scatters like marbles. I can’t breathe, but it’s nothing like the horrific sensation out on the water with Hera. It’s more that I don’tneedto breathe, not with Icarus commanding me. The only thing I can manage is a faint, “I’m with you.” My voice is slow and almost sleepy.

“Good.” He sets his teeth to my shoulder and bites down. I shudder and my hips jerk as pain blossoms like the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen. And still, my thoughts remain perfectly at ease, almost sedated, which doesn’t make any sense, and yet I’m experiencing it all the same.

“You can take some more.”

It doesn’t seem like a question, but he doesn’t move, so maybe he’s waiting for a response? I gather what’s left of my wits and answer him. “I can take some more.”

He keeps his tight hold on my underwear, keeps the pressure on the base of my cock, and then he resumes spanking me. Each strike sends another wave of pure pain through my body, cleansing me. I have every intention of staying silent and enduring, of simply floating in this bliss. Even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts.

But he delivers a particularly vicious blow and—“I’m going to fail them.” Each word feels wrenched from my chest, a confession that I would never have allowed myself to speak. And yet I keep going. “There’s no way out of this. No matter what games Hera and the others orchestrate, we can’t fight the sheer numbers Circe has.We can’t even align long enough to vote to go to war and protect the city, which isour only purpose. I’ve failed. We’ve all failed. The people who depend on me—on us—are going to die.”

Icarus shifts and then his hand is on my ass, kneading and squeezing. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” His touch is painful, but somehow it’s soothing at the same time. “You’re an amazing leader. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” For once, no sarcasm or false charm clings to his words.

I choke out a laugh. “I let Hera meet Circe and further whatever game she’s playing, only to find it’s at the expense of Olympus instead of to help the city. Hardly the amazing leader you claim.”

“Hmmm.” He presses his hand to the center of my back, a steady weight that allows me to deepen my breathing again, to release the fear threatening to ruin this perfect moment. “I’d say you’re doing the best you can with the circumstances you find yourself in.”

“The best I can.” I choke out a laugh. “How can you say that? I’m holding you captive.”

“Yeah, you are. But you’re also on your knees for me, so I think it all evens out.” He goes back to kneading my ass, spreading my cheeks and then pressing them together. His intention is vividly clear. “If we enjoy each other long enough, I’d like to take you here. Not tonight, though.”

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