Annabeth's POV

I asked him to show me his room.

I'd brought it upon myself, and now, it was reality. My heart was beating out of my chest as I followed Percy down a long corridor and through the door of what he called his Second Apartment. The place looked unassuming enough. Dark blue leather couches in the center of the living room, with wooden bookshelves along the walls. I felt the soft wool carpet as I stepped out of my heels, exhaling a shuddering breath as he delicately removed my shawl and hung it by the door. He dimmed the small chandelier that hung from the ceiling.

"You'll be sleeping here tonight," Percy said in a firm voice, leaving no room for protest. Though he couldn't see, he guided me effortlessly. I followed after him as we passed several doorways.

"You can sleep in any of these bedrooms, but I won't fuck you until you agree to my proposition, bella."

Are you fucking kidding me?

"You drive a hard bargain," I said, trying to disguise my sexual frustration.

"So I've been told."

"Is this where your dungeon is?" I asked, deciding there was no longer any need to hold back my curiosity.

"One of them."

He has more than one?

Percy opened the door to a room at the end of the hall. He waited for me to enter ahead of him. When I stepped inside, I couldn't believe my eyes. A king bed with crimson silk duvet stood in front of me. Ropes dangled from each of the wooden bedposts. A walking stick and five floggers rested on one wall; a rack of thin cloth sashes on another.

"You use all of this?" I heard my voice ask shakily.

"Yes. When I could see, I would, bella."

I paced the room, running a hand along the silk duvet.

"What do you want me to do, ?"

What the fuck are you doing, Annabeth?

"I want you to be my submissive."

"How can you be so sure it's me you want? I asked. "I don't know the first thing about this stuff." I eyed his props, and my stomach fluttered with nerves. And a little intrigued.

"Lie on the bed," Percy suddenly commanded.

"Why?"

"Lie on the bed, Annie," he repeated, his voice hardening.

I slowly obeyed, sitting on the bed then lying down, spreading out my arms and legs like a starfish.

"I'm going to make you need me tonight," he told me. "But I'm not going to give you what you need. I'm going to show you what I go through every single time I ask you to be my sub, and you don't commit."

His words suddenly annoyed me.

"So, because I won't commit to you, you're angry with me?"

"I'm not angry, mio piccolo topo."

He walked to the bed, running his fingers along the frame, feeling his way toward me.

"I need to make you understand what I've been going through. I need you to know what it's like not to have you in the way I need."

He grasped my wrist gently and held it up, using the rope to tie it to the bedpost. I watched him walk to the other side and do the same with my other wrist, complying with his touch. What was about to happen? You're tied to the bed. You're pretty much his sub already. Fear mixed with pleasure as he got to work undressing me. Slipping down my skirt, taking my panties off, rolling them slowly down my legs.

How in the world does he get me in these situations?

"What are you going to do?" I whispered, my voice and my sex drenched with lust.

"Nothing," he said simply, reaching behind my neck and untying my halter top. I hadn't worn a bra.

My boss had me tied up and completely naked. I took in his scent as he climbed on top of me. I wanted to hold him so badly I began to fight against my restraints. My chest rose with anticipation as he moved down my body, his lips close to my skin I could feel his breath. Why isn't he touching me? I rose up, trying to meet his face with my body, but he inched away from me.

"No, bella," he said. I wriggled in frustration as I realized what he was doing— torturing me for not submitting.

He pulled off his shirt, exposing his perfect torso I had discovered on that last night in Tuscany. Moving his head down to my dripping sex, he kept his lips inches from my lower ones. Again, my body convulsed as I tried to force my heat into his mouth.

"Percy…Please…"

I moaned as he softly blew air against my folds. That sensation alone sent me reeling. I was so desperate for any relief, I pulled at the ropes.

"No," he stated again. "Don't do that."

AGH!

My whole system shook as his nose grazed my slit. "You smell so sweet," he growled.

I had the thought I might actually die from the anguish and anticipation. And then, suddenly, I tasted blood. I realized I was biting down so hard on my lip I had torn my skin.

"I'm bleeding," I said softly. I watched his green eyes narrow as he looked up at me.

Percy got up and swiftly untied the ropes around my wrists.

"There's a bathroom in the bedroom next door," he said. "Extra toothbrushes and toothpastes are in the drawer. Clean yourself up."

It took a moment for me to regain feeling in my legs, but I managed to get up slowly.

"I don't mean to make you feel that way," I said softly, before I exited the room.

Percy's POV

I crept down the hall and cracked the open bathroom door, listening to Annabeth brush her teeth. I could just make out the silhouette of her perfect naked body in the dim light. I needed to touch her. I stood in the doorway until she caught sight of me in the mirror. I closed the distance and pushed up against her ass with my hardness, smirking as she released a long, trembling sigh.

She pulled the toothbrush out from between her juicy lips. "Mr. Jackson…I'm brushing my teeth," she whispered, her voice marinated with lust.

"Then brush them," I whispered back, and with that, I slid a finger slowly down into her tight, glistening folds.

She moaned, dropping the toothbrush under the running water in the sink and turning her head to catch me in a messy, minty kiss as I pulled my finger out of her slowly and pushed it into her again, holding her hips in place.

"Oh, my do—ahh…yes…Percy…" Annabeth moaned in raw, carnal pleasure as I bent her over the sink, thrusting more forcefully and fucking her wetness with my finger.

I reached over her head, turned off the faucet, and grabbed for her toothbrush that was lying carelessly in the basin. I began to run the stiff bristles of the brush around her even stiffer nipples. With my fingers still sliding in and out of her wet folds, I backed up, leading her out of the bathroom to the bed. I sat her down between my legs so her back was pressing up against my chest. As she rode my fingers, I dragged the toothbrush down to her clit and pleased her with small, rough circles. The view of her breasts as she bounced up and down on my finger made my cock swell. I cherished every sound she was making. In a swift movement, I flipped her over and forced her onto all four.

"I've wanted to properly taste you since Italy," I growled. Annabeth hung her head down and pushed her fold back as I removed my three fingers from her core. I replaced the next thrust with my tongue, and she screamed into the bedroom pillow as my hands gripped her ass. For what felt like hours, I licked and lapped at her wetness, reveling in the sensation of her taste.

"Oh…my gods." She moaned, loud and long on a particularly hard lick, and I felt her close around my tongue slightly as she convulsed in an explosive organism.

I exhaled, satisfied, as Annabeth collapsed in exhaustion, face-down in the pillows.

"Third time's a charm, bella." I said, sitting up and watching as Annie lay exhausted on the bed, completely drained of energy. Driving this woman wild was all I wanted, but I had managed to still keep my self-control. I wanted to fuck the day and night out of her. But not before the contract. Not before she was officially my sub.

"Have you thought any more about submitting to me?" I asked. "Giving me your full surrender?"

Annabeth stayed quiet for a long time, but I knew she was still recovering from her high.

"You really want that more than anything else?" she inquired.

"Yes," I answered honestly. "But I can't keep asking. At some point, I'll reach my limit."

Annabeth's POV

What does that mean?

After seeing what he was capable of tonight, I was suddenly scared to lose him.

But am I ready to give myself to him?

"Don't give up on me, Percy. I'm coming around."

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