Paranormal Erotic Romance + Bondage
Being one of the powerful twelve Olympians, God of the Forge and Master of Fire, meant his life was pretty good, but Hephaestus knew it could be better. Work was going well, unfortunately his wife was cheating on him, and he can’t take it any longer.
Known as an even tempered god didn’t mean he couldn’t start a war. This particular skirmish is personal, between he and wife. If he wins, then he keeps everything, including his heart intact, but if he loses, then he’ll walk away from Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, for good.
Can he really walk away from the most beautiful woman to ever exist?
“A surprise? For me? Really? How exciting!” Aphrodite clapped her hands and started dancing with excitement.
“Of course it’s for you. I enjoy making things that make you smile.” While it was easy to turn his wife’s head with baubles and pretty trinkets, the one he was leading her to was going to be pleasurable for both of them. Hopefully it would eventually lead to her proclaiming her heart in his favor. He may be an eternal optimist, but didn’t care if there was a chance it was true.
“You’re so creative. Everything you’ve made for me is simply divine.”
“Thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you to say, especially since you can’t stand to sit near me after I’ve spent a great deal of time crafting your gift with my own hands.”
“It’s all right, darling. I know I’m not pretty or perfect to look at, but don’t make the mistake of misjudging me. I can still bring you multiple orgasms and make you scream out with passion. Not bad for a lame beast.”
“Stop it! I hate it when you put yourself down or let others go unpunished for doing it. I happen to think you’re sweet, creative, and very handsome.”
“Really?” The conviction behind her claim surprised him. Of course he knew she found him appealing, or at least enough to have sex with him, but he still had to wonder if it was his appearance that caused her to turn to others.
“Yes, really. One of the reasons I married you was your ability to turn me inside out with a single look from those golden eyes.”
“Then why, if I turn you on, do you go to others for sex?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway, because I always come back to you.” Her answer was flippant and didn’t answer the question. Hephaestus knew it couldn’t have been settled that quickly, so continued.
“But it matters to me, Phria.” They walked into their private quarters and Hephaestus turned to watch her face as she found an elaborate and fussy throne he’d made just for her. Of course he’d added a few special things just for him, but that was for later.
“Ooo, Heph, it is incredible!” He was entranced by her delicate hands stroking over various shells, pieces of coral, and other treasures from the sea he’d used to decorate the chair. He could almost believe it was his body she was touching.
“Have a seat, check it out firsthand, and see how it suits you.” Aphrodite settled her delightful backside onto the blue cushion. She squirmed around a bit, as if she couldn’t find any comfort.
“Everything all right?”
“Well that isn’t good. Maybe your toga is getting bunched up. Why don’t you take it off and try the throne naked.” The silky sheer sheath, gathered at one shoulder, floated to the ground, and with a flick from her fingers pooled around her feet. His next breath stuck in his throat, she was simply stunning.
Her beautiful curves tempted him to run his hands over them all and treasure their sensuous feel. Plump pink lips tempted his own to kiss them, full breasts with hard red tips made his fingers twitch with a need to touch them, and the pussy she kept bare taunted him to fill it with his hard cock. However, before he did that, there were words of love and devotion he needed to hear first.
“Is that better?” Walking over to the bar, he poured them both a cup of ambrosia. They’d both need the energy it offered immortals.
“This throne is divine. Do I look good sitting in it?”
Copyright © 2009 Tilly Greene
Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.