She felt the color drain from her face. “Oh?” she asked softly. Was… was this anger for her then? Had he told him about the child. She felt her eyes prickle. “I… had intended to tell you tonight…”
“I know.” He interrupted, and sighed, shaking his head. “The bastard. I still don’t understand what he was thinking, or how he could have done this. It’s so unlike him.”
Him? Phineas… oh thank gods. She felt the color return to her cheeks in a rush and it made her light headed.
“I’m sorry. Demitri said you were friends.”
“Past being the operative tense.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“No.” He looked down at his empty cup and placed it on the table, then beckoned her over. She was pleased to obey, even more so when he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. Confirming once more that his mood has nothing to do with her.
She touched his face lightly. He said nothing more but simply held her there while he stared contemplatively at the far wall. Eventually she gave up waiting for him to speak and leaned in against him. There was a tension in him which made it less comfortable than usual. It didn’t seem to get any better as the time passed… if anything, it became more palpable the longer she let him stew. She was grateful for the interruption when the wine came but since he seemed determined not to let her off his lap and instead called the man in, it did little to alleviate her own awkward position. It simply made it worse.
The young man was deferential… more so than usual. No doubt because of the irritable giant in the room. He seemed almost fearful in fact, and kept his eyes down until he was able to beat a hasty retreat. Once he’d gone Thelios deigned to move, though still without letting up his death grip on her.
“Here, let me.” she offered when he tried to lean forward for the wine. He finally allowed her to slip off his knee to fetch the jug. She opted to stand as she poured, and when she was finished continued to do so, though this time she maneuvered herself between his legs.
Because of the way she’d tied her dress, the sides were open and allowed easy access to the skin beneath, access he wasted no time in taking. He slid a hand beneath the fabric and across the small of her back, up to where the high belt halted him, then back down over the curve of her hip and buttock, finally stopping to grasp the back of her thigh.
She could help but notice his grip was a little harder than normal. Hard enough to make her suck her breath in through her teeth and to cause her back to arch involuntarily.
It was becoming apparent that he’d lost interest in the wine.
He glanced up at her when she flinched, watching her eyes, but didn’t seem all that interested in relenting. For some reason she could feel her pulse echoing in her temples.
His hand slid higher, this time slipping between her thighs from behind until his fingers were pressing tight against her sex. She arched again, but made no move to escape the touch. He was eying her as if waiting for something, and she was watching back, trying desperately to determine his mood or what exactly he was waiting for.
Again he squeezed, his fingers digging into her flesh. Still he seemed to be waiting, ignoring his wine and watching her with a strange intensity.
The thought gave her an idea… well several, in fact.
She took the wine from him with both hands, and sipped from the broad cup, watching him over the rim as she did so. Still holding the wine in her mouth, she climbed back into his lap, this time straddling him with her knees on his massive thighs so she could look down into his eyes rather than up.
His eyes bore into hers and she smiled back as well as she could without losing the wine. Tipping his face back with her free hand, she angled her mouth over his, teasing his lips with her own. When they parted accommodatingly she pressed her lips firmly to his, letting some of the libation slip through into his mouth. Not much, just enough to let him know her intent.
She felt his cock jump against her leg and his lips parted further, inviting her to continue.
Calliope took the prompting and let the rest pour carefully from her lips to his. His now growing erection twitched against her again, and her own body responded in kind with a warm, deeply felt throb. She took more wine in her mouth, glancing at him over the rim again, feeling more playful and mischievous now that she knew he appreciated her game.
He tipped his mouth up to meet hers willingly this time. His eyes were still intense but she could see the smile he was suppressing. It made it hard to suppress her own… but she was determined. Still, she was fighting to control her breathing as she parted her lips against his. Most especially because his hands had begun wandering over her once more.
Just before the last of it had left her mouth, she tipped her chin and let the last few drops spill against his lower lip. She let it fall to his chin before she caught most of it with her tongue, gasping as his fingers dug that much deeper into her bottom and thighs.
She glanced into his eyes, hoping he’d understand what he saw in hers. “Oh dear.” she whispered. Her voice was already growing thick, “Forgive me, my lord. I hope you won’t punish me for my clumsiness.” She paused and hoped her eyes helped convey her intentions as she added, “unless… that’s your wish?”
She could feel herself growing hotter and wetter with each second that he silently stared back into her eyes, his own becoming progressively darker until she felt like she was staring into two burning red pools of pure, raw, lust.
His hands left slipped out from under her dress and one moved instead up her back while the other shifted forward to slide slowly up over her stomach. In one swift move he clenched his fingers around the nape of her neck, holding her still, while the other pulled the cord from around her waist.
She inhaled sharply at the suddenness of his movement, but didn’t struggle as he held her, or as he then tugged the loosened material down over her shoulders and breasts until the material hung loosely around her hips.
With a far more leisurely caress, he ran his fingers back over her belly and lightly over the swell of one breast. “And how do you propose I do that… slave?” He growled lowly.
She felt something inside of her pulse… something warm and electric. She knew that her skin was probably flushed pink and that she was half panting for breath, but she could hardly bring herself to care.
“I wouldn’t presume to instruct you, master.”