He had me—completely and entirely. At that moment, I knew my life would never be the same. I was finally free to surrender to the desires I had kept hidden for so long. And what better guide to this uncharted terrain than the Greek god standing before me, ready to lead me to the Olympus of my fantasies? He wasn’t just tempting; he was magnetic, a force that promised to unravel me and reshape every boundary I thought I had.
He caught me staring at his manhood, my eyes drawn helplessly to the perfection of his cock. His laughter was deep and confident, laced with the kind of natural ease that only comes from knowing exactly how impressive he was. My face flushed instantly, the heat spreading across my cheeks as I tried—and failed—to look away.
“Give me your hand,” he commanded softly, his voice firm but teasing.
I obeyed, barely aware of my own movements as he guided my trembling hand to his monster cock. The moment my fingers wrapped around him, I felt him grow harder under my touch, pulsing with heat and undeniable power. He was enormous, a masterpiece of masculinity, and the sensation of holding him left me breathless.
But just as quickly as it began, he pulled my hand away. The absence of him was almost painful.
“Not yet,” he said with a smirk, his tone rich with playful dominance.
My mind raced in wild, uncharted directions, and he noticed. I could tell he relished seeing me teetering between excitement and confusion, like prey cornered yet captivated by the hunter. When I admitted, almost shyly, that I had never fully let myself go with another man, I saw something ignite in him—a darker, more primal hunger. His eyes burned with the need to possess, to claim, to leave no part of me unexplored.
I wanted nothing more than to take his hand, lead him to my room, and let him do whatever he desired. But that wasn’t his plan. No, he wanted to tease me, to pull me to the very edge of my restraint. The way his lips curved into a knowing smile—a mixture of playfulness and promise—made my pulse race.
I didn’t know what to do, what to say, so I turned my gaze to the sea, hoping its endless horizon might calm me. But the silence between us stretched, thick and heavy, the kind that makes every second feel like an eternity. I felt raw, exposed, like a teenager caught in the throes of a first crush.
Finally, he broke the silence. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice low and deliberate, sending a shiver down my spine. Before I could find the words, I felt his hand brush against the small of my back, his touch so deliberate it forced me upright, my breath hitching.
I turned to meet his gaze just as he lifted his glass, his lips closing around the rim in a way that made my chest tighten. He drank, and when he lowered the glass, he kept an ice cube in his mouth, his smile sharpening into something wicked. Slowly, he plucked the ice between his fingers, his eyes dropping to harder than ever cock, it was impossible to hide.
Then, as if to draw the moment out, he brought the ice to his lips, sucking it with a deliberate sensuality that left me utterly undone.
“I was… thinking…” I stammered, my voice betraying me. “What… would be… your intentions?”
He didn’t care about my answer—he didn’t need to. He wasn’t searching for words; he wanted me undone, vulnerable, stripped of control.
With deliberate ease, he took the ice and placed it against my knee. The contrast of cold on my heated skin made me gasp, the sensation sharp and immediate. The ice began to melt, drops of icy water tracing their way down my leg, as if mapping a path of surrender. Slowly, he moved the ice higher, letting it glide along my thigh, and I couldn’t stop my body’s response—I was harder than ever.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “That’s what I have in mind—to give you endless pleasure.”
The ice moved higher, closer, testing the boundaries of my self-control. With a skillful flick of his wrist, he rolled it over my hard cock, all along it, the cold biting against the heat of my desire. The melting water trailed downward, dripping over my balls and pooling between my thighs, teasing the most sensitive places, my ass was begging for deeper touch at this point, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through me.
I was trembling now, caught between the need for release and the torment of waiting. My breaths came shallow and broken, my lips bitten red from holding back. I was on the edge to explode, yet he wouldn’t let me fall—not yet.
His face was a masterpiece of sadistic pleasure, his eyes dark with the thrill of control. Watching me writhe, trapped in this exquisite agony, seemed to excite him even more. His arousal was undeniable, his cock thick and beautiful, growing harder as he watched me come undone.
Desperation took over, and I reached for him, wanting—needing—to feel him in my hand again. But just as I moved, he stopped me. His grip was firm, his dominance absolute.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice a low, commanding growl.
I was at his mercy now, completely powerless under his control. He was mean, deliberate, and intoxicatingly dominant, and I couldn’t resist him. I didn’t want to.
In that moment, mere seconds felt like an eternity. Time stretched, suspended between the heat of his touch and the thunder of my pulse. I couldn’t believe how close I was—again—on the verge of release at the hands of this magnetic Greek god. My deepest desires were no longer just fantasies; they were unraveling before me, and I wanted more. I wanted to be his completely.
The ice, now reduced to a sliver, moved with precision. It teased the sensitive curve at the tip of my dick, melting into nothingness as his fingers replaced it. The warmth of his skin against mine ignited something primal, something uncontrollable. My body betrayed me, and I exploded once more, trembling as another wave of ecstasy crashed over me.
I couldn’t believe the intensity, I came so hard. It left me breathless, spent, and yet quiet and aware that I was in a public space. He watched me through it all, his eyes locked on mine, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he collected my cum in his hand.
“I believe you’re ready to serve me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his finger to his lips, tasting my fresh cum, savoring me, as if I were the finest delicacy.
“Recompose yourself,” he continued, his tone firm yet laced with dark promise. “Show me your hotel room. It’s time…”
TO BE CONTINUED
