NERTHUS
“See you, babe! Love you!”
I hear Bridget’s high-pitched voice through the door, which makes me look up. Keeping myself from answering her, I bury myself further into Arawn’s coat as I hug myself.
It doesn’t take long for Arawn to open the door to my improvised cell. My smile at seeing him falls slightly as I see the angry frown on his face.
“Let’s go,” he simply growls before disappearing into the hallway.
Sprinting after him, I risk twisting my ankle. We exit a back door to a dark alley where there are already a few bulky men standing around, waiting for us.
Reaching a black limousine, he opens the door for me to slide in before getting in after me.
Just as he shuts the door behind him, the car starts rolling.
He pushes out a deep sigh, and I push down the urge to speak, not wanting to interrupt him arranging the thoughts in his head.
After a few moments, he clears his throat and scoots closer to lay his arm around my shoulders. “Are you still cold?”
I shake my head as I lean into him, and he starts caressing my thigh.
“Good.” He sighs, turning his head to look out of the window.
Lifting my hand, I caress his cheek and get him to look back at me. “What did she tell you that is now crawling under your skin?”
He flashes me the most beautiful smile as he shakes his head. “Why do you think she told me something bad about you?”
“I know her,” I say, shrugging.
Taking a deep breath, he moves his hand under my thigh, grabbing me gently. Throwing my head back, enjoying his touch as he lets his eyes roam on my skin. “How much do you hate having me touch you? Or everything else you have to do with me?”
“Huh?” I jerk up while his expression rests unmoved. “Oh my God, what did she tell you?”
“How you used to tell the creeps off with your good and old ‘I’m just doing my job’.”
I laugh as I drive my hand through his hair. “You were going off about me falling for you. Even if you were a bit creepy, I don’t think this matches our situation.”
He hums, as he kisses my cheek, and I clasp his hair as I pull him closer. “What about you hating men?”
“You already knew this, didn’t you?” I gasp as he bites into my neck.
I moan as he nibbles his way up to my jaw, his hand traveling up my leg.
“What about your sexual preferences?” He asks with his lips pressed against my skin.
“Is this about cunnilingus again? Arawn, I told you that I just don’t fancy it.”
He tears himself off me, and my heart skips a beat as he stares right into my eyes. “What if it’s a woman doing it?”
“Is this something you fantasize about?” I ask, scrunching up my nose.
“No,” he answers dryly, making me gulp.
“I don’t understand then.”
He tilts his head as he moves his hand to open his coat to disclose my neckline to him. Caressing my skin from between my breasts up to my throat, he squeezes softly as he keeps my eyes locked on his. “Are you into women, Nerthus?”
“Oh, I wish. But no.” I can’t keep myself from laughing as he lifts his brow.
Shaking my head, I shift to slip out of his coat and wrap my arms around his neck. “I have always hated the touch of men. But believe me when I say that I tried being with women. It isn’t that either. Unfortunately, I am not into women.”
“Are you sure about that?” He asks, making me nod.
“More than sure,” I say with a chuckle, getting his smile back on his face. “And since I had you, I can say that without any doubt.”
He groans as he moves his arm on my shoulders down to wrap around my waist and pulls me closer. “All those flirtatious words won’t save you from your punishment, Nerthus.”
I fill my lungs with him as he claims my lips and get my hands back into his hair. We seem to be equally needy as we want to be as close to each other as possible.
“What else?” I ask as I break the kiss after he has lifted me on top of him.
“Something I don’t want to burden you with now. We will talk about it later, okay?” I nod and force another smile.
He caresses my hair out of my face, making me close my eyes. “Okay.”
“Relax, everything will be alright,” he says lowly, pulling me in for another kiss.
***
As we arrive at his penthouse, I feel especially giddy. I follow him into his apartment but halt in my tracks as he walks towards his meeting room. “No!”
He turns around as he opens the door to the room, lifting his brows at me as I repeat myself. “No, Arawn.”
“What were you thinking about when I was talking about your punishment?” He asks mockingly, and I take a step back.
“Everything. But not that, Arawn. Why do you want me to suffer like this?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“What do you think is the purpose of a punishment?”
Crossing my arms, I stand my ground, scoffing. “I’m not following you in there.”
He pushes out an annoyed breath as he walks back to me.
Gasping, I lose my defiant demeanor panicky, and step backwards. He reaches me quickly and grabs me while I try to push him off me.
“No, Arawn. No!” I squeal as he lifts me off the ground effortlessly.
I hit his back repeatedly while he carries me into the meeting room nonchalantly. “Arawn.”
He ignores me as he carries me around the table and sets me down in front of a chair. I feel like the air is being knocked out of me, as I look up at him pleadingly.
“Sit,” he orders coldly, and I sit down slowly, feeling my legs shaking.
My heart beats into my throat as he crouches down and loosens his tie. “Be a good girl. Mani dietro la schiena.” [Hands behind your back.]
I comply silently and move my hands behind my back as he instructed me. Feeling my core throb pleasantly, it takes my brain a bit to notice that he doesn’t move.
He is glaring up at me as I notice what he did, and I whisper shocked, “Oh, no.”
A sly smirk grows on his lips as he moves his hands up my thighs, pushing my short skirt up. “You understood me, didn’t you?”
Oh, no!