Self-Exposure. Diana Fucks. Diana Gets Fucked.

Diana blinked, surprised. "Excuse me?"

"Touch yourself, Diana. Run your hands over that amazing body. Touch yourself in the ways you like best. Show me the heights you can bring yourself to. Come for me, Diana -- come for me right where I can see you, by your own hands."

Diana shivered, ever so slightly, at the soft tone of my voice. I wasn't being loud, but there was no doubt I was giving her a command. And by the terms of her oath, she had to fulfill it. "Thomas," she said, her voice a bit softer now -- suddenly less confident. "You have no idea what I'm going to do to you. I'm right here, I'm ready... I'm willing, Thomas."

I smiled a bit more. That was an admission on her part -- she was compelled to act out my fantasies, but to admit being willing while under the lariat's influence was an exposure on her part, and one I hadn't had to **** out of her. That was a glimpse at the Diana I wanted. "Show me," I said. "Do it now."

Diana shivered again, the calculation in her pose shifting. It was one thing to drink deep of Aphrodite's blessings and satisfy the man she was beholden to, but masturbation... the exposure of her own passions without any possibility of artifice... that was something else. Maybe in our sixth or seventh visit she would be able to incorporate it into a mask -- by then, I hoped it wouldn't matter. But right now, she was too new to that kind of seduction to just make it a show... and the lariat meant it would have to be real.

"I..." she started to say....

"Do it," I whispered. "I want to see you come, Diana."

She closed her eyes then, shivering. She ran her hands over her stomach, clearly nervous again. She ran her hands up her sides, before sliding them over her breasts, through the fabric of the shift.

"Open your eyes," I said.

Her eyes opened, finding mine -- this wasn't going to be her letting fantasies carry her away. This was pure self-pleasure, knowing fully well I was watching her do it. She squeezed her breasts then, her breath coming in sharply, and began working her nipples. "Why this?" she whispered.

"Why do you think?"

She shivered. "To **** me into the moment," she whispered, her breath coming faster now, her right hand sliding down her stomach even as her left fairly mauled her breast. "To **** me to express the blessings of Aphrodite wit-oh.... without distracting you with them."

I smiled, and glanced at her lower hand. It was on her lower stomach, her hips beginning to rock, her legs still crossed. Her left hand kept working her nipple, hard enough I was surprised she didn't tear the fabric covering it.

"That's right, Diana. Do you know why I'm doing that?" I asked, pointedly watching and waiting.

Diana shivered at my tone again... and slowly those magnificent legs spread, the ribbons from her slippers playing over her tensing muscles as she opened herself to my gaze, her right hand sliding down to trace along either side of her labia. "...I'm... your captive...." she murmured.

I watched as she began to explore. "And?" I asked, very quietly.

Diana shivered, eyes closing again before she **** them back open, to watch me, her fingertips sliding along her vulva, tracing the length and tending higher. "And I'm helpless," she whispered, shivering.

"You thought you could distract me. Seize control from me. Didn't you?"

"Yuh...yes," she whispered, working along the clitoral hood, the clitoris already exposed to her touch.

"That's part of Aphrodite's blessing, isn't it?" I pressed, leaning forward as I watched her work herself up. "Distraction, seduction -- controlling a situation with your beauty and sexuality?"

"Yes," she hissed. Her fingers were blurring now -- faster than normal human fingers could work. She slid her left hand down to join the right, her legs spread as widely as they could go.

"It's another way to bind your enemies, even if you've never been able to fully use it before, right?" My voice was louder now. I wasn't angry -- not quite. But I will admit I was feeling intensely about this.

"Yes," she hissed again, her hips now rocking up off the bed and back down rhythmically, her eyes burning into mine.

"That's why I'm doing this," I said, a hiss of my own, her fingers of one hand blurring over her clitoris, her other working her labia, her legs flexing, her hips rocking, her breasts shaking with with movement, their nipples hard as rocks through the fabric, her burning eyes locked on me. "I'm taking that from you, Diana." My voice dropped, insistent. "I'm binding you in it!"

"Hera!" she gasped, her entire body locking, pushing itself to the edge and over. Her voice became incoherent as the orgasm ran through her -- it was another incredibly intense one, born of the blessings of Aphrodite and her own divine nature and stamina, and clearly she hadn't yet acclimated to the sheer power of those orgasms running through her.

I **** myself to watch, until she began to collapse back, her muscles relaxing except for spasms in her stomach, arms and legs, her eyes fluttering closed despite herself. Then and only then I pushed out of the chair, up onto the bed, over her body and thrust into her, pushing her arms out of my way.

Her eyes snapped open and she cried out, her body not ready for this. I didn't let her get used to it, but began to thrust, hard -- this wasn't a careful seduction. I was taking her. And with a low cry that sounded almost like a jungle cat she responded, her hips meeting mine, her arms pulling me closer. There was a wildness in her movements -- an abandon she hadn't had before. Back in the living room we had awoken a part of her heritage she had never gotten to experience. I was now forcing her into those experiences, and it was almost more than she could bear. Her vagina tightened around my shaft, milking me as she met my thrusts. She had stopped calling out divine names, her voice now ragged and incoherent as she announced every thrust, every move of her inner walls against my invasion. I felt her nails dig into my back, scratching deeply as she lost all control, screaming out her orgasm like she were exploding from inside, her muscles and body locking around me, her blue eyes wide open for the moment.

I couldn't hold back. I didn't want to hold back. I cried out myself, exploding inside her, feeling my own muscles lock as my seed poured from my body into hers. And for a moment, I could swear I saw something -- a light, or a fire, or a corona around us both.

I don't know. All I know is after a few minutes, our breath began to normalize again. And I became aware that Diana was staring at me.

I smiled, just slightly, still on top of her. I had no idea what to say.