Once a Myth

I swayed, once again suffering mental images that I desperately wanted. The core-clenching deliciousness of the word fuck made wetness trickle down my thigh even though I still wore my underwear. “Isn’t that what I’m here to do?” My hand strayed to my breast, squeezing roughly. I tried to stop. It was an impossibility. “Isn’t that why you gave me this horrific substance?” I moaned as I pinched my nipple, wishing I was naked. He was naked. Everyone was fucking naked and fucking each other.

“There are rules. Approved locations. This isn’t an orgy. This is business.”

“How can you think sex is a business when—”

“Sex is the oldest business in the world.” He ran a hand through his hair, slipping back into the formidable island mogul I’d met on the beach. “It’s the rawest commodity we have.”

A flicker of a thought filled my sex-obsessed brain. “If it’s so valuable, let me use it to buy my freedom.”

“You will use it to buy your freedom. Four men a month. I believe that’s perfectly fair. I could command you fuck four a day. Four an hour. I could string you up and leave you at anyone’s mercy.”

I battled away the pictures in my brain. The aphrodisiac that such horrendous acts painted.

Do it.

Let them.

Drain me dry from this horror.

Gritting my teeth, I forced out, “I’m not talking about perverts who pay you to trap and drug unwilling girls.” I moaned under my breath as another wave of intoxicating hunger tried to give me an orgasm just from the soft friction of my clothes, from the tightness of my knickers, from being alive in a world that was so erotically charged.

“You’re saying you’re unwilling?” He chuckled with black venom. “When you humped me without my permission? While you stand there, touching yourself?” He bared his teeth. “Currently, you are the most willing woman alive. You would sleep with anyone, anything. You would do whatever I commanded if I promised you could have my cock.”

Oh, God.

I stumbled.

I landed on my hands and knees.

I felt violently, physically ill as the craving inside turned frenzied.

I needed another release. It wasn’t just a passing thought. It was a literal life or death requirement.

I went to lie down. To do the unthinkable and make myself come in front of him.

But his voice snapped me upright. “Don’t touch yourself.”

Lifting my heavy head, shuddering as my hair slipped and licked over my back and shoulders, I stopped fighting to stay human. I was on all fours. My legs were spread like a mare in season. My hips rocked, seeking something he refused to give me.

I was no longer a person.

I was a beast.

“Come here.” He moved backward until his legs hit the white couch. “Prove just how willing you are, Eleanor Grace. Before I deliver your final lesson.”

Lesson.

What lesson?

I tossed those questions out as irrelevant.

Crawling to him, tears welled and dripped down my cheeks, leaving a wet trail on the floor behind me. I cried for my humiliation. I cried for my pain. I cried with the knowledge that I wanted to kill this man, but if he so much as touched me, I would be his for eternity. I would sell my soul just for one plunge of his cock.

I would debase myself to the point of ruin if it meant he could take this nightmare away.

He sat slowly, watching me crawl to him. Unbuttoning his exquisite suit jacket, he winced as he positioned his erection so it didn’t wedge against the material of his trousers but aimed upright.

I caught a glimpse of the tip as he unfastened his belt and let the rest of himself poke out the top of his waistband. Shiny, broad head, oozing pre-cum, angry red flesh.

Just like I could no longer control my thoughts or system, I lost the ability to think in cohesive sentences.

A sledgehammer of sensation made me mute and dumb.

I wanted to go to him. To unzip him. Maul him. Sink deep, deep down on that impressive cock.

No!

I shook my head again, trying to scatter the insanity.

But it was so hard.

So insanely hard when I was beyond aroused.

Aroused didn’t come close to the jumping, jolting stimulation I suffered.

I was berserk with it. Disturbed and distraught and inflamed with lust, lust, lust.

Stop it!

Breathe!

Fight!

It’s just a drug.

It can’t control you.

But it could.

It did.

I cried harder, even as my hand drifted to my core.

“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for.” His voice was thicker, darker, full of sand and storms. “But I suggest you stop fighting and give in. The elixir can either grant you a night of unbelievable pleasure, or…it can bury you in the pits of despair. You don’t have a choice, Eleanor Grace. Your body is primed to come over and over and over again. Some goddesses can have upward of thirty orgasms in one session. There is nothing you can do about that fact. It’s just science, reprograming your nervous system to need sex as much as you need air.” He half-smiled, wicked and unrepentant. “Now, stand up. Come here.”

It took everything inside, but the sliver of promise that I might be freed from this torment hoisted me to my feet.

He cocked his head, looking at me from head to toe as I stood tear-smudged and wild with demoralizing moisture dripping down my legs. “You really have fallen far from your prim little pride, haven’t you?”

I didn’t reply.

I couldn’t.

I just let my body take over, swaying to the pulses inside my empty core. I fell a little deeper, sucking in a haggard inhale.

“That’s it. Let it take over.” His voice lowered to a rumble. “There’s no shame in reverting to what we all are beneath our lies.”

My insides clenched as my clit sparked with another release from his baritone alone.

He let me suffer in silence for a few seconds before he barked, “Come here and show me.” He snapped his fingers. “Show me that you’ve stopped fighting. Let me see what my guests will enjoy.”

My eyes flashed wide, struggling to comprehend.

When I didn’t move, he murmured, “Remove your underwear.”

In any normal situation, I’d tell him to fuck off. I’d spit in his face. I’d run the other way. I’d be reckless with my life, all because propriety said it was better to die trying to escape than protect your existence by obeying.

But…this wasn’t a normal situation.

I’d fallen far, far from normal.

I had no free will anymore—a slave entirely to my libido.

I was his puppet. I was anyone’s puppet who promised satisfaction.

And so, I hooked my fingers in the elastic of the white, drenched underwear and pulled them down. The grey jumper whispered against my skin, touching my breasts, my belly, my butt.

I shuddered as cool air licked around my over-sensitive flesh. Another full-body clench hinted that in another few minutes, the substance inside me would’ve taken over so completely, I would be able to come from no stimulation at all.

“Pull up your clothing.” He shifted his hips, the tip of his cock blatantly obvious, imprisoned against his stomach. His suit jacket splayed on either side, framing his mirroring greed.

I winced as my fingernails caught my thighs, pulling the heavy hem of the baggy jumper up and up.