Page 55 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
He nods. “Just a scratch. Payment for taking the bit of crystal.”
“Fuck, Apollo…I didn’t mean for you to get hurt,” I say, looking up at him.
He wince-smiles through the pain. “I’ll be fine, lovely. I’d be better if I knew why I’d just done that to myself.”
Well, he’s not dead and he’ll be fine, so I still want it to be a surprise. I mash my lips together and give him my best doe eyes.
He snorts and drops his forehead to mine. “Fine. But I require at least one of your orgasms in exchange for your silence.”
I giggle. “What aterriblepunishment.”
“Oh, you want me to make it punishment?” He steps forward, forcing me to take a step back. My legs hit the chair and I sit.
“Maybe,” I whisper, my eyes locked on his.
Apollo flicks his fingers and the glowing tattoo on his arms snakes down his body onto mine. It feels like the warm spring water, relaxing and invigorating at the same time. It coils around my wrist and he guides my arms behind me on the chair. The magic clasps onto my other wrist and cinches tight.
“How’s this to start?” he asks, standing over me with lusty eyes.
“Pretty good start,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He conjures a strip of black fabric that looks suspiciously like the texture of my underwear. He bends down and wraps the cloth around my head, covering my eyes.
Suddenly, his hands are behind my knees, jerking me forward on the chair until my butt is at the edge. I gasp, pushing my feet into the ground to stabilize myself.
He tsks. “You always want control, don’t you?”
“Do I?”
His fingers pull the button of my jeans. “Yes, lovely, you do. As punishment, I’m going to take it away. You can tell me to stop at any time, but until you do, I will do what I want to you.”
I’ve fallen into some crazy fantasy world again, getting to explore my sexuality without judgement or fear, and with the promise that it will always end with me coming. I’d always been the take-charge girl in the bedroom with Jason. He rarely initiated with me, and when he did, it was just an ass groping and a “Got five minutes?”
Now I have an incubus tying me to a chair and blindfolding me.
I lift my hips as Apollo grabs the sides of my pants, helping him slide them off me. I feel a twinge of fear shoot through me as I wonder whether I locked the front door when I came in. Or if someone might peep through the windows. Or if Mark will come back and bang down the door while my ass is bare on this antique wooden chair.
Apollo’s clawed finger drags over my temple. “Hush in there. I want you to count to five, slowly.”
I wet my lips. “One.”
He slides his hands over my thighs. His nails tickle the skin as he comes to rest his hands on my knees.
“Two.”
He presses my legs open as wide as they’ll go, and then another slithering snake of power wraps my ankles to the legs of the chair.
“Three,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my throat.
His hands roam up the insides of my thighs and his nails retract, getting blunt and smooth. My breaths come in heavy pants as I tune into the sensation of his body on mine.
“Four,” I say, a tremor running down my spine.
He slips against my opening, dragging my arousal up to my clit. I lift my hips, pushing into the sensation coiling around me.
Apollo retracts his hands and I whimper, my pussy aching.
He chuckles. “You still think you’re in control.”
