"You'll never again doubt my affection," she breathed against his lips.
Acheron didn't respond as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He frowned in confusion until she ran her hand down his cock before she guided the tip of it into her mouth. Gasping in shock and pleasure, he almost staggered back. No one had ever done this to him before.
His job was to please. It wasn't to have others, especially not a goddess, pleasure him. All the anger inside him evaporated under the assault of her tongue on his body. He'd never felt like this before . . . never dreamed of just how good this would be. Her hand stroked and cupped his sac while her warm breath scorched him. The love for her that he'd buried and denied came back with a fury so intense it sent him into an immediate orgasm.
Artemis pulled back, sputtering as she quickly covered him with the skirt of his chiton. "That is so disgusting. How can anyone enjoy that?"
Acheron couldn't answer as he clutched himself while his body continued to finish what she'd started.
She looked up at him with a hesitant smile as she licked her lips. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
"Yes," he said, his voice ragged.
"Am I forgiven?"
Acheron ran his thumb over her lower lip where a trace of his seed was left. Her gaze unwavering, she flicked her tongue over the pad of his finger to taste it. The sight of her doing that . . . the sensation of her hot tongue on his skin was the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced.
Drained and sated, all he could do was nod.
Her smiled widened as she stood up and pulled him in for another kiss. The next thing he knew, they were in her temple bedroom and he was completely naked. She nipped his lips, brushing her hands over his chest. "Make love to me, Acheron."
Her words sent a wash of frigid cold through him. "I don't want to be beaten today, Artie. I've suffered enough shame this afternoon."
Laughing, she pulled his head down so that she could kiss him roughly, nipping his skin until he feared he'd be bruised. "I won't beat you. Promise." She took his hand and led him to her bed. She rolled onto her back and jerked him over her naked body.
Still Acheron was uncertain.
Artemis rolled him over onto his back. She was relentless in her demands and his body did exactly what it'd been trained to do . . . it hardened for her.
Closing his eyes, he wished he'd been neutered as a child. His life would have been infinitely easier.
As she slid herself onto him, he wondered how it could be that a goddess couldn't tell what was inside him. That she had no idea how little he wanted this from her right now. Reserved and terrified of what abuse she'd deliver once she was finished, he pleased her as best he could.
By the time she was fully sated, his body was sore. Sliding off him, she sighed contentedly. She reached up toward his face and he turned his head quickly in expectation of a slap.
"What's wrong?"
He swallowed as she pulled a pillow over him and then tucked it under her head. "Nothing."
She propped herself up so that she could trace the lines of his face with her fingertips. "I think I shall keep you with me tonight."
Before he could answer a golden cuff surrounded his ankle. A chain at the end of it entwined itself around her bedpost. "What's that for?"
"To make sure you don't wander about while I sleep."
Acheron jerked his foot making the links jingle. It was all he could do to bury his anger and not shout in frustration. "I don't like this, Artemis. I'm not a dog to be chained outside your house because you're afraid I'll piss on your rug."
She tsked at him. "Don't be so contrary. It's for your own safety."
Brutally force feeding him had been for his own good too. He couldn't stand being chained down. More than anything else, it made him feel like a whore again. "Please don't do this to me. I promise I won't leave your bed while you sleep."
Artemis hesitated. She couldn't tell if he was still angry enough to strike back at her or not. For all she knew, he might march up to the hall of the gods just for spite.
Humans were treacherous that way.
But in the end, she decided to trust him. The chain fell away. "If you betray me, Acheron—"
"You'll make me suffer through all eternity. I know. I was listening to the threat the first time you uttered it."
"Good. Now be a good man and give me your neck."
He dutifully brushed his hair back, exposing the beauty of his tawny skin and the delectable curve of his throat.
Her mouth watering, she dipped her head down to taste him and this time she didn't withhold the pleasure of the bite. She let him feel it fully. Cradling her head against him, he came in her arms as she drank from him.
Satisfied, Artemis watched as his eyes fluttered closed. "You will be mine, Acheron, for as long as your beauty holds. I will share you with no one else. Ever."
She would sooner see him dead.
April 3, 9528 BC