I teleported into the lobby of the Olympus Administration Building and looked around. I didn’t like it here. Ares and Grandpa Z were after me to merge my operation into the main building in light of all the recent issues with Markos and crew.
“I hate this building,” I thought as I walked to the bank of elevators.
I was almost there when one of the elevator doors opened and out walked Artemis with her new satyr toy. I actually thought about teleporting away, but she saw me immediately.
“D-Dinlas,” she stuttered as she tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth up into a smile.
“Uh, um, Artemis.” I ignored her friend for the moment.
“It’s, it’s nice to see you,” she said while nodding her head.
I twisted my mouth around on the side of my face then replied, “Yeah, you too. This must be Iain that I’ve heard about.”
“Yes, this is my assistant, Iain.”
“Assistant? Uh-huh. What does he assist you with?”
Artemis flushed. “Dinlas, please don’t. Iain, we need to go.”
Iain saw Artemis’ obvious discomfort, then turned and glared at me.
“What are you looking at?” I challenged him.
Iain replied, “Our personal life is none of your business.”
I nodded as Artemis pulled on his arm. They started to move away, but I couldn’t let it go.
“Has she let you come in her temple yet?”
Iain replied, “Excuse me?”
“You know her temple. Wait until you see her waterfall. It literally gushes.”
Artemis hissed at me, “Stop it! You’re acting like a fool, Dinlas.”
I shrugged and replied, “If I am, I’m not the only one.”
“You’re an insufferable idiot,” snapped Artemis as she pulled on Iain’s arm.
They pushed passed me. When they were about ten feet away, I called out, “Hey, sorry if I upset you, Artemis. I didn’t mean to get your goat.”
Iain froze, turned, and glared. I thought he was going to charge me. Artemis looked mortified as she kept pulling on his arm. I locked eyes with her and laid my hands on my suit jacket where the pistols were holstered. Artemis whispered in Iain’s ear and with a pop, they teleported away.
I never made it out of the lobby of the Olympus Building. My temper got the best of me and confirmed to Artemis everything she already thought. That I was spiteful, angry, and incapable of being civil, much less loving. I teleported back to my office and spent the rest of the afternoon shuffling papers and trying to pretend I wasn’t obsessing over Artemis and her obviously horny satyr, Iain.
Near the end of the day, I paged Estrella to come up to my office before she left. She arrived with some folders and other papers.
“How is Jealousy?” she asked.
“Much better, thank you for asking,” I replied.
Jealousy was doing quite well actually, after having been shot twice during our raid on the two ships of Anthony Santiago. The Athenian Port Authority seized both ships and rescued over one hundred and fifty mortals who were bound for lives of black-market slavery. I was fortunate it ended up as well as it did. My angry and reckless pride on not recruiting more help almost cost me Jealousy. I couldn’t have borne such a burden. Thankfully, she was now up and about and mending.
“Sir? Sir?” Estrella pulled me out of my thoughts.
“I said is there anything else you need?”
Suddenly, I felt very much alone. How was I, a god, so lonely, miserable, and discontented?
“Yes, Estrella. I need you to stay late tonight to help me with some work.”
Estrella sighed. “I can’t, Sir. I already have plans to go out with a girlfriend.”
I stood up and moved around the desk to her. “Then bring her along.”
Estrella laughed. “Um, no. She’s not into that at all.”
“Then cancel and ditch her,” I said as I kissed her tattooed neck from the side.
“I can’t do that,” she said as she squirmed against my facial stubble.
“Of course you can. Tell her you’re tied up at the moment.”
“Oh, so that’s it. Sir needs to discipline?”
“Well, discipline is only for when you need it. Do you need it?”
Estrella conceded and gave a wicked smile. “I do.”
“Then call your friend and tell her you won’t be able to make it.” I checked my phone. “It’s five o’clock right now. I expect you kneeling and waiting at the side of my bed in one hour.
In an hour, my mood was no better, if anything worse. I simply couldn’t get the image out of my head. The picture of Artemis and Iain intertwined. The thought of him lying where I was supposed to be. Jealousy and hate boiled in me; maybe my family was right.
Stella was waiting for me just like I taught her. I disciplined her anyway. I’m not proud of it now, but the rage-fueled images in my brain drove a frenzied sadistic streak with the cane that I never knew I possessed. Afterwards, we had sex. There are no other words for it, except angry and violent. I held back in no manner or form and the entire time I was consumed not with lust or desire for Stella, but instead with only my burning rage and envy. The images of them would not leave me.
If Iain had been anywhere near, I would have killed him. Killed him slowly, and smiled in his face the entire time.
It was many hours before our physical activity alleviated my mental anguish. Stella took it all. She offered no complaint and when prompted, asked for more from me. I was finally left raw, spent and exhausted. It was physical, mental, and most of all emotional. I felt devoid of life as I lay in bed with my ginger submissive curled next to me.
“Sir?” she asked.
“Sir, are you angry with me?”
I felt a pang of guilt now that my fit had passed. “Of course not, Stella. I love you very much.”
“Shit, did I just say that?”
Stella raised up and looked at me. “Sir, I love you as well. Don’t you see that no one is more right for you than I am? I do everything for you. I wish only in return that you would give your heart to me.”
“Give my heart to you?”
She nodded and crawled up to straddle my waist. She then started to grind.
“Tell me,” she whispered. “Nothing have I denied you. Now come to me and tell me that you are mine as well. We will be bonded. I will be the willing slave to you, the uncompromising master. Even now, I crave your touch, still after all we have done tonight. I think of nothing else than pleasing you.”
She continued to work me. Her hands were on my chest and her legs straddling my waist.
“Say it,” she whispered as the moment approached.
She continued to grind on me relentlessly.
“Say it..” she mouthed.
The climax arrived. My brain felt foggy, like I was under a spell. The room was spinning and the rush in my body profoundly intense.
“Say it, say you’re mine…” I heard her whisper.
“Yes,” I gasped out. “I’m yours, freely. I give myself to you. I only want for us to be together forever.”
Stella sat back, still straddling me, and had a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Clearly, she felt for me the same outpouring of love that I was feeling. After a minute or so, with her head thrown back, she opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her face was relaxed and calm.
“You have no idea how happy you’ve made me,” she purred. “Would you like me to sing to you?”
I nodded and replied, “I would. Your song brings me great pleasure.”
She smiled again and began singing. Once again, I was unable to recognize the language. Once again, I felt profoundly tired. Everything that had happened left me bereft of any vitality. Stella reached the final refrain and for once, as I drifted off to sleep, I was able to distinguish the lyrics.
Remember the past, days of glory gone by
Warriors who battled, now lie in their graves
So ask the legends, did they slumber or die?
As was foretold, the Master is Slave
Unable to remain awake, I slumbered deeply.
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