Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
After we are all done eating, each woman pushes their bowls out from underneath the table, and I see the feet of someone coming along to collect them. I watch everything all the women do and copy the best I can. I even lick my hand and wipe it against my face as an animal would bathe. We all have red sauce on our faces, but I see it is our duty to clean ourselves while the men continue to talk up above.
For the most part, I can’t really make out what is being said. It seems like idle chatter, but then I hear Apollo say “Poseidon,” and I struggle to listen the best I can. Captive or not, I am still a Godwin and know that though Poseidon is part of Medusa Enterprises, it’s always been a thorn in Apollo’s side. I had heard my husband use the words “shady,” “illegal,” and “cowardly” to describe the division often.
“Poseidon is bringing the danger to Heathens Hollow. It’s right on our docks now,” a man speaks.
“Athena is working on it,” Apollo says. “I don’t think I have to remind any of you just how convincing my sister can be. You have nothing to worry about.”
“They’ve been slowly doing this for years,” another voice says. “I don’t think your family is truly aware of how deep this vein runs. Poseidon isn’t some small business on the island you can easily muffle.”
“My uncle runs Poseidon, but my father runs Medusa, and that trumps everything. Poseidon is simply a branch of the family tree. A tiny twig compared to Medusa,” Apollo says. “Athena is having a little chat with dear ol’ uncle. I can assure you.”
“We don’t have to tell you this, but we value the privacy of Heathens Hollow. The last thing we want is attention directed our way,” another voice says. “Our local sheriff can only deflect the authorities for so long.”
“Understood. We’ve had enough legal shit as of late,” Apollo says. “My family is determined to leave that shit in Ares’ coffin. We have no desire to get involved with any of Poseidon’s side hustle, nor will we allow it.”
“We appreciate you coming here and telling us this in person,” someone says.
“Of course. But enough of this talk for now. We have some beautiful pets at our feet that need some attention. Pets,” Apollo calls out. “Come out and sit on your master’s lap.”
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Apollo
I’ve seen nothing so beautiful in my entire life. Daphne stands before me with a drop of marinara on her nose, flushed skin, wide eyes, and an aura of complete submission around her. I enjoy her feistiness but love this look of complete surrender even more. I feel her body tremble beneath my petting, and my cock hardens as she presses up against my leg.
My pet. My perfect and obedient pet.
I motion for her to come sit on my lap as the other pets are doing. Some straddle their master’s laps, some curl up, others want to be cradled like a baby. I’m curious what Daphne will do.
She takes a few tentative steps toward me with heavy lids and pouty lips. I want to fuck her right then and there, but it would be rude to leave The Vault this early, and I’m not sure I want to push her too far by forcing public sex… yet. I pat my lap and wait, though anything but patient. I want her nude body on me immediately.
She glances around as if taking her cue from the others and then sits on my lap as if I’m a chair. I think I’d prefer a straddle with her pussy lips spread wide, but I enjoy the delicate nature of how she perches herself on my knees. I pull her back against me and position her so she’s cradled in my arms. Swiping with my thumb at the marinara on her nose, I chuckle as her face reddens even more.
“Being a pet suits you,” I say.
She doesn’t respond but looks down to avoid my stare.
I cup her breast. “Look at me, Daphne.”
She obeys immediately which has my cock twitching against her tailed ass.
“Did you get enough to eat?” I ask.
She nods.
“Are you sure? I know it must have been hard eating that way.”
“I did okay with it,” she says softly, breaking my stare by looking down again.
I reach for my glass of wine and bring it to her lips. “Drink.”
She does so, allowing me to hold the glass for her. The simple act of providing wine makes me want to provide much more. My protective instincts and the need to pamper and nurture the woman is taking over the need for revenge and punishment. Whether or not I like it, seeing Daphne soft and compliant does the same to me.
I take a second to look around and see some men standing up from the table with their pets leashed at their feet. I’m pretty sure they’re all thinking what I am and want to partake in some fun pet play, but I still want to talk to them about Poseidon and what’s been happening behind our backs on Heathens Hollow before I lose their full attention. Now that I’ve had some time to gather my senses and not feel completely blind-sided because Poseidon has been operating in dealings we’d never agree to, and that Athena wasn’t overreacting when she arrived today, I wanted to make sure I had every detail.