3. Caught in a Bet

The door opened revealing the breathtaking scene before her. Jess felt as if time had stopped as she stared at the masked man before her. He looked more like a king or God sitting on his throne than a slave waiting to be commanded. Jess swallowed hard as she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She could feel the man’s intense gaze on her as she looked around the room.

It was dimly lit but lit enough for them to see each other’s faces. The light was all so tinted a bit red in certain areas of the room adding a dramatic effect to the mood. In the center was some type of contraction she had never seen before, it looked like someone could be strung up there. In the corner of the room was a huge bed that looked very inviting and over to the other corner of the room was a next door that was open and showing a bathroom. There was also a sweet scent about the room it made her feel relaxed as she breathed it in.

Her eyes fell once more on the man sitting on his throne. He really did look like a king or a God sitting up there, also he was beautiful and it felt as if time stopped moving as she looked at him. She was drinking him in starting at his feet. They were bare and looked delicate yet manly, his calves looked powerful as if he was some Greek warrior leading up to his perfectly toned thighs. The black tights that hugged his hips did nothing to hide the slight bulge that he had and she knew that he was definitely packing. Her eyes trailed upwards falling hungrily on his majestically craved V line, his appetizing defined abs did nothing to help with the hunger that boiled with her body. She felt the urge to learn the outline of his body with her tongue she really wanted to taste him.

Her eyes ventured further to his chest, his left breast was covered in an intricate tattoo she couldn’t really make out what it was from this distance but she just knew it would be breathtaking. Seeing that the tattoo travelled down his left hand as a sleeve made her want to eat him up more. She had a thing for sexy men with tattoos they just looked so damn tasty. His arms were muscled not too much just the perfect amount to make any woman drool, his hands were big with long fingers and she felt the urge to have them wrapped around her neck. What in hell was wrong with her why did she want to do all that and this with a slave. Her eyes continued roaming trailing up his neck swaying across his sweet jaw line, to sweet full lips that were just begging to be kissed. Painfully dragging her eyes from his lips she continued up to his eyes and it felt as if the air was knocked out of her. Even though the mask covered his eyes and a part of his jaw it did not hide his beauty, to Jess it added to it, it made him seem like a forbidden fruit.

His dark gaze was intense she could see a raw primal passion within his eyes, it was as if he was staring at prey that he wanted to eat right at this moment. His eyes stared at her watching her every move as if he himself could pounce at any minute. The look in his eyes made her so fucking wet and the more she looked at his body the wetter she got, the hotter she felt. The man really did look like he was craved out of marble a true masterpiece sitting before her as a God. Her lips felt dry and her tongue darted out to moisten them, he sucked in a breath reacting to her action and she swore he started fucking her with his eyes. She could tell that he had already undressed her and when her tongue had darted out he had probably imagined it upon his body. She wanted to wrap it around the tip of his.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his smooth deep voice and she swore she might have come a little.

“Come to me” his voice commanded. I wasn’t sure who was the sex slave anymore was it him or me? I felt as if I was the special offer instead, being offered to this Olympian as a sacrifice to appease the Gods. My feet begun moving towards him, it was as if some invisible force was drawing me to him and the closer I got the more I wanted him, the more larger he looked, the more her stole the breath from my body. I became so confused moving closer and closer towards him, what was wrong with me? What was wrong with my body and all these reactions?

He seemed like a God, an angel, a demon or the devil himself, staring dead at me watching my every move drawing me in to him. It was as if he had control over my mind and body from our eyes connected. I came to a stop before him if I reached out my hands I could easily touch his knees, or slide my hands up his thighs towards his dick. My thoughts were interrupted once more.

“What’s your name?” His husky voice asked, fuck I could come just from his voice.

“Jess” I say breathlessly, what was wrong with me.

“Hello Jess my name is Zeus command me as you please.I am yours” the sound of his voice and the words from his lips almost sent me over the edge I could feel the wetness now against my thigh. He said I should command him, but honestly I wanted him to command me, to rule his sentence over me as a just God, to punish my body with pleasure on known to me that could not belong to this world. He said his name was Zeus he was right he did look like some Greek God sitting before me and me a mortal unworthy of standing before him. But the unworthy me wanted him, craved him need him so bad and so my command left my lips.

“Dominate me Zeus ! make me yours” the words left me breathless and before I could blink I was attacked.