4.Spell

Apollo sighed he still couldn’t believe he had lost the bet and was about to fulfill it, how embarrassing. He wouldn’t back out though, cause if it were one of his friends who had lost he would have wanted them to do the task too. Phil stared at him with a smirk on his face and this made him even more vexed than he already was, Phil was enjoying this way too much.

“You know Pollo you do look damn good sitting up there, just one night please? One night a few hours on one of the special nights at my club, let me have you up on stage I’d make a fortune” Phil pleaded a laugh and a bit of seriousness in his voice. Apollo growled in disapproval no way in hell would he do that! Be on display like that for women to drool senselessly over him, hell no Phil could kiss his ass he wouldn’t do it. He was already stuck doing this about to give his body to some stranger that he did not know, this was enough. He wasn’t some toy boy, he was a busy man who had multiple businesses to run. Yet here he was about to be someone’s sex slave God help him. He had decided to not take any drugs to help him go through this easier, he wanted a clear mind, wanted to know exactly what he was about to do.

However, Phil had his special concoction floating about the air to helped in easing the situation. It was a sweet smelling aroma that made you relaxed and slowly turned you on. Many of his private rooms offered this concoction as well as others that were much more potent.

“Alright then Pollo the winner was just announced, I’ll take them to you in a bit, have fun my friend” Phil laughed and left the room before I could answer, I wanted to kill him so bad, I shook my head getting comfortable in my chair. Waiting for the winner to show up felt like a long wait but I was sure it wasn’t that long, I wasn’t able to hear anything at all seeing as this private room that Phil had set up was also sound proof. The room it self was nice and lived up to its name as a pleasure room it had a few sex toys here and there, the contraption in the center and the big bed along with the bathroom gave anyone all they’d need if they wanted a pleasure room to let loose.

The door to the room finally opened and Apollo froze, his eyes fixed on the Goddess that entered the room, was she even real? Her hips swayed as she entered and his eyes lowered to trail hungrily up those long beautiful legs. Her dress stopped at mid thigh and he wanted to tug it higher to see the paradise that he knew rested between her legs. He wanted to taste her to shove his tongue inside her and trace delectable patterns up her body. Her black dress was lace and revealed patches of pale sun kissed skin. His eyes drank her up as if his life depended on it, her fingers looked long and delicate and he wanted them wrapped around his cock or trailing patterns over his body.

His body felt hot as he continued looking her up, her breasts looked small and round, the perfect size for her body and he wondered if her nipples would be pink or that delectable dusky color? He wanted to suck on them and make her moan his name. Her long neck was inviting and he felt the urge to leave marks on there to show everyone that she belonged to him. Her face looked delicate and beautiful, with her pouty pink lips and small nose, but her eyes stole his breath, they were emeralds. A shade of emerald green that would even make emeralds envious of her. Her black looking main cascaded around her body in long waves and seemed to sway along with and around her. She almost seemed to glow this woman really was a Goddess, one that he would worship, one that he would give his body and soul to.

What was wrong with him why did he want her so much, it was as if he were drawn to her. He wanted her to command him, he would do it as she was a Goddess he would serve. He watched her as she looked around and he watched her as she drank up his body with her eyes. Her eyes had darkened with a hungry look in them and he wanted to growl and attack her there and then he desperately wanted to eat her all up. He sucked in a breath when he saw her wet her lips, was she trying to make him crazy ? He wanted to grab her there and then but he did not want to scare her away he’d control himself although it seemed like he really couldn’t as he was acting strangely.

Was it the damn gas? That was making him want her so much, what was so special about her that he was now craving her like his last breath. No his mind wouldn’t be affected like that by the gas, there was just something about this woman that called him to her. It was almost primal that he should claim her and make it known that she belonged to him. He felt the urge to be buried deep in her and fill her with his seed.

“Come to me” my voice sounded too deep to my ears but I wanted her closer. I watched as my Goddess approached heating the air as she came closer she was stealing my oxygen and I was fine with that I’d give it all to her. When she finally stood before me my hands twitched I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to know her name also so that I could praise her with it as I touched her body. My Goddess’s name was Jess most likely a shortening to her real name. I told her that my name was Zeus, some of my friends called me that seeing as my actual name was some Greek God’s name. I do not know what my mother was thinking.

I wanted her to give me her commands to make me hers and I waited for her to tell me what she wanted. I wanted to lick, touch kiss and savor every inch of her beautiful body, I wanted to remove that dress which was hiding the rest of her from my view.

“Dominate me Zeus make me yours” when her breathless words left her sweet looking mouth, something within me coiled then snapped. It was as if a spell was cast over me that pulled me into action and I attacked.