Page 27 of Pandora's Pain
Where would the piercing even go?
I waited on a hopeful breath for some insight from the gods, but it seemed they had more important things than pierced cocks to worry about.
My thighs shifted at the thought of it. My fingers traced the water droplets on my abdomen, down my navel and across my hips, skimming over my wet skin. Just when my index finger rolled across my clit, a harsh banging sound shook through the room.
A gasp tore from my lips and I jerked my hand away. I paused, listening intently for the source of the noise. But nothing else happened. Frustration built within me. It pressed against my chest with annoyance.
When I couldn’t delay leaving the bathroom any longer, no matter how hard I tried, I turned off the water and stepped out of the bathtub. I wrapped myself in a bath sheet before opening the door. Goosebumps erupted on my arms when the surprisingly cold air hit my skin.
When I opened the door, Alex stood waiting. His gaze skimmed down my bare shoulders and across the curve of my chest that was covered entirely by my towel.
“Are you okay?” My question was carefully asked.
I didn’t know what the noise was, but I knew it was him.
Was he… eavesdropping on me?
Watching me like the creepy little god that he was?
A thought drifted through my mind and I blanketed it with other thoughts. I worked hard to cover the traitorous thought with anything I could before he could catch a glimpse of it.
A wave of god gifted knowledge flooded my mind with a my own confusion trailing after it..
Cat videos, anime, Marvel versus DC, what would I do for a Klondike bar, does a bear shit in the woods, rimming.
Entertainment had definitely changed since I was last here ...
Thousands of bizarre and confusing things streamed through my mind and I knew it was working as a line creased his brow.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
A half smile flickered across my face. “Just tired.” The words were so robotic even I could hear how ridiculous I sounded.
He kept his wary gaze locked in place for another moment before nodding and backing away.
And it was then that I pounced.
I dropped the towel, letting it skim against my calves before it hit the ground. My arms stretched high above my head and I arched my back because I knew what my best asset was.
And. So. Did. Alex.
His gaze drifted to my round breasts and lingered there for a moment. The tension in his jaw became tighter as he quickly looked away.
A smirk curved my lips.
I was winning.
I would win. Whatever this game was that the gods were playing, I was going to win.
My hips swayed as I made my way to the soft bed. I crawled up on it on all fours, keeping my ass held high in the air as I tore back the blankets. The cool sheets surrounded me as I settled in.
His attention was held on me. The innocent little mortal with zero false intentions.
“Night, Alex.” His name was a whispered sound against my lips.
His eyes narrowed on me once more and he flipped out the lights without wishing me sweet dreams. I listened intently as the springs of the couch protested from his solid body.
When he was nice and settled in I made my next move.
