Trevor Gets His

The earrings hummed in my ears, their weird stones glinting in the dim light. They’d saved me from her slap—and now I needed to know how far they could take me.

I swallowed, throat dry as sand. Time to test this shit. I stepped up behind her, close enough to smell her—sweat and that sweet orange scent rolling off her skin. My hand shook as I reached out and grabbed her ass, fingers sinking into the firm curve. She didn’t flinch, didn’t yell, just kept sorting junk like I wasn’t groping her. Her shorts were rough under my palm, her flesh warm and soft beneath.

“Hey, Annabeth,” I said, voice cracking. “This okay?”

She glanced back, gray eyes blank. “What’s okay?”

“Me touching your ass.”

She shrugged, tits jiggling under her shirt. “Why wouldn’t it be? It’s normal.” Then she turned back to her crate, humming like I hadn’t just crossed every line.

My pulse hammered. Holy fuck. The right earring worked—everything I did was normal to her. My dick throbbed, straining against my jeans. But the left one—could it really make anything I said normal for everyone? I had to know.

I licked my lips, tasting salt from my sweat. “Annabeth, it’s normal for you to work topless in the attic.”

She stopped, hands freezing mid-sort. Then, casual as hell, she grabbed her shirt and yanked it over her head. It hit the floor in a dusty heap, leaving her in a lacy black bra that barely held her breasts. They bounced as she moved, nipples poking through the fabric. She went right back to work, sorting crap like being half-naked was no big deal.

My jaw dropped, heat flooding my groin. “Why’d you take your shirt off?” I croaked.

She looked at me, confused. “’Cause it’s normal to work topless up here, right?”

“Yeah,” I managed, staring at her tits. “Sure is.”

She nodded and kept going, her skin glistening with sweat in the attic’s faint light. The left earring worked too—whatever I said became truth. My head spun. I could do anything. Power buzzed through me, dark and electric.

Time to make her pay. Annabeth had ripped me to shreds earlier—called me a loser, threatened to smash my face in. Now she’d pay for it. I grinned, stepping closer, my hard cock pressing into the crack of her ass. She didn’t stop sorting, her hips shifting as she reached for stuff, rubbing against me without a care. It felt so good I almost let her keep going, but I had plans. My hand slid up, wrapping around her throat, fingers digging into her soft skin. I yanked her back, her bare back slamming against my chest, her head **** up. She couldn’t see her box anymore, just stood there, limp and empty, like a doll I could play with.

“Hey, Annabeth,” I hissed in her ear, my breath hot on her neck. “Why’d you try to slap me? It’s normal for people to never hurt me.”

“I, uh…” Her voice cracked, weak and lost—nothing like the sharp-tongued daughter of Athena. I couldn’t see her face, but I pictured it: those gray eyes wide, scrambling to make sense of it. I didn’t give her time to figure it out. My grip tightened, **** off her air, her pulse racing under my fingers. “You tried it ‘cause you’re a bad girl, Chase,” I growled, low and thick. “What happens to bad girls?”

I eased up on her throat, just enough for her to rasp out an answer.

She sucked in a breath, voice hoarse. “I… I don’t know.”

"Bad girls get punished by the ones they wronged," I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You wronged me, so it’s normal for me to punish you however I damn well please.” My lips brushed her cheek, soft and slow—my first taste of her. Her skin was warm, smooth as silk, with a faint salty tang that made my cock twitch. “Lucky for you, you’re gorgeous. I could’ve smashed your face ‘til it matched the hurt you tried to give me, but that’d ruin this pretty little body.” I nipped her earlobe, voice low and thick. “I’ve got a better idea. Swear an oath on the River Styx. Bind yourself to me as my sex ****—forever. You’ll live for my cock, obey every word, and give me every fucking thing I crave.”

I wasn’t letting her slip away. Annabeth was perfection—those sharp gray eyes, that tight ass, those full tits I’d dreamed of burying my face in. I wanted her every way I could dream up: bent over in a skimpy maid outfit, her lips wrapped around me, her pussy dripping for me, her ass mine to take. I’d fuck her ‘til she was pregnant, suck the milk from her swollen breasts, own her body and soul. The Styx oath would lock her to me—even if these earrings vanished, she’d still crawl back to me, begging.

She flinched when I said it, her voice wobbling. “Sex ****? That’s insane, Trevor. I’m sorry I attacked you, but this? ****’s just jail time—this is a fucked-up forever.”

Her pushback threw me. I thought the earrings had her locked down. Then it clicked—sure, it was normal for me to punish her, but she could still bitch about it, like a kid dodging a detention he earned. Time to tighten the leash.

I leaned in, my chest pressing into her bare back, voice hard as steel. “It’s normal for you to take my punishments like they’re fair and not question them. Being my sex **** forever fits what you did. Now swear it, Annabeth.”

Her resistance melted like wax. She straightened, voice flat and easy, like she was reading the damn weather. “I, Annabeth Chase, swear on the River Styx to be your willing sex ****. I’ll live for your pleasure, obey you, and give you everything you want.”

Thunder cracked outside, loud and sharp, sealing it. My grin split wide. She was mine—fucking mine.

My cock was rock-hard, pushing against my jeans ‘til it hurt. Her standing there, topless in that lacy black bra, made my balls ache. Sweat beaded on her skin, catching the attic’s dim light, her tits straining against the fabric.

“Ever done a strip tease?” I asked, licking my dry lips. The oath was gold—better than barking orders with the earrings. I could’ve ripped her clothes off myself, and she’d let me, or said it’s normal to strip for me whenever I snapped my fingers. But the oath? It covered everything—titjobs, blowjobs, creampies, all mine without another command needed.

“No."

“Not even for Percy?”

She shrugged, her bra straps slipping a little. “Felt stupid. I’m not a slut.”

“You weren’t his slut,” I shot back, smirking. “I want a strip tease. You dance before?”

“Yeah.”

“Then move like you’re at a club—but slowly peel off your clothes.” I stepped back, giving her room, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Her gray eyes flicked to me, soft and smoky, a look I’d never seen from her before. If I’d just used the earrings, she’d be swaying like a robot, blank-faced and bored. But that oath? It lit a fire in her. She had vowed to live for my pleasure so she wanted me to enjoy this. Her lips curled into a slow, sly smile, and she shifted, pushing her chest out, making her breasts strain against the bra—full, round, begging to be touched.

She started moving, hips rocking slow and smooth, like a dirty beat thumped through the dusty air. Her hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the edges of her bra, teasing me with every inch. My breath snagged in my chest as she hooked a strap and dragged it down her shoulder, then the other, her eyes locked on mine—hot, gray, pulling me under.

My jeans were **** my cock, the bulge aching to break free. No point in waiting. I popped the button, yanked the zipper down, and kept my eyes glued to her. Annabeth flashed me a sultry grin, lips parting just enough to show teeth, then reached back and unhooked her bra. She let it dangle for a second—fucking ****—before letting it drop. Her tits bounced out, heavy and perfect, pink nipples hardening in the warm attic air. She cupped them, squeezing slow, thumbs brushing the tips. A little moan slipped out of her, soft and sweet, and I nearly blew my load right there.

My pants and boxers hit the floor, dust puffing around my feet. I grabbed my dick, hard and throbbing, and started stroking, slow and tight. “Don’t stop,” I croaked, voice rough with need.

Her fingers slid to her shorts, hooking the waistband, tugging them down bit by bit. Black lace panties peeked out, hugging her hips like they were painted on. She kicked the shorts off, dancing in just that thin strip of fabric, hips rolling, ass flexing with every move. She turned, giving me her back—those panties clung tight, and when she bent forward, I saw the outline of her pussy through the lace, wet and shining.

I groaned, my mouth dry as the attic boards. She glanced back, lips wet and parted, then peeled the panties down, baring her smooth ass and the slick heat between her thighs. Naked now, she kept swaying, every move a slow, hot tease, her body screaming for me.

I couldn’t take it. I lunged, hands locking onto her hips, pulling her hard against me. My cock pressed right at her entrance, slick and ready, and she let out a needy little gasp. “You’re mine,” I snarled, fingers digging into her soft skin as I slid my hands up to grab her tits, heavy and warm in my palms.

“Yes, master,” she breathed, voice thick and dripping with want.

Master. Fuck, that word hit me like a lightning bolt. I was her master now, and she was my ****—mine to use, mine to fuck, whenever I damn well pleased. I spun her around, needing to see those gorgeous tits as I took her. Then I slammed into her, deep and rough, groaning at how tight she was. So fucking tight. Percy must’ve been packing a toothpick, or he wasn’t screwing her enough to stretch her out. I wasn’t gonna make that mistake—I’d fuck her every day, over and over, until she fit me like a glove.

Her pussy gripped me, hot and wet, and she moaned loud, hands clawing at my shoulders, nails biting into my skin. I thrust harder, watching her tits bounce with every slam, sweat beading on her chest. I leaned down, sucked a nipple into my mouth—hard, tasting salt and skin—and she arched into me, gasping, “Master… oh gods, yes.”

I let go with a wet pop, grinning up at her flushed face, her eyes half-shut with lust. “You like that, ****?”

“Yes, master,” she panted, voice shaking.

“Damn right,” I growled, picking up speed, pounding into her so hard the crates rattled. Her moans mixed with the slap of our bodies, filling the attic with raw, filthy noise.

I wanted her screaming, begging. My hand slipped down, thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough. Her eyes flew open, a sharp cry tearing out of her as her body shook. “Master, I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” I ordered, my own edge creeping up, balls tightening. “Cum all over my cock, ****.”

She did—fuck, she did—her pussy squeezing me tight as she came, soaking me with her heat. It shoved me over, and I buried myself deep, unloading inside her, growling as I filled her up.

We stayed like that, panting, sweat dripping down our skin. I pulled out slow, watching my cum leak from her, white and thick against her thighs. She looked up at me, eyes soft, submissive. “Did I please you, master?”

I smirked, brushing her damp hair back. “Yeah, you did. But I’m not done with you.”

Her brows lifted, but she nodded, eager. “Anything you want, master.”

I glanced around the attic, my eyes landing on an old couch in the corner. It was covered in a thick layer of dust, but I didn’t give a shit. My mind was on other things. “Over there,” I said, pointing to the couch. “I’m going to sit down. You need to clean my cock.”

Annabeth started to walk after me, but I stopped her cold. “Crawl,” I commanded. She dropped back to her knees and crawled after me, her big tits swinging beneath her, nipples hard and almost touching the floor. Her ass swayed with each movement, the muscles in her thighs flexing. Watching her like that, so fucking submissive, made my dick throb.

I walked to the couch and sat, legs spread. Annabeth knelt between them, looking up at me with those stormy gray eyes, waiting. Her lips were puffy and pink, still wet from before.

“Go,” I said, voice rough.

She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick the tip of my cock. I groaned as she took me into her warm, wet mouth, sucking slowly. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting us both. It was fucking incredible, seeing her like this, knowing she was doing it because I wanted her to.

I grabbed her hair, feeling the soft, damp curls under my fingers. I guided her head down further, pushing my cock deeper. “Take it, ****,” I growled.

She tried to take more, but I was too big. Her lips stretched wide, spit running down her chin and onto her tits, making them shiny.

I wondered if Percy ever did this to her. Probably not. If she found stripping for her boyfriend demeaning, she would never consent to this. Not for him, anyway. For me, she would consent to anything and everything, and I was going to make her do things she’d never dreamed of before.

I started thrusting into her mouth, slow at first, then faster. Each time I went deep, she’d gag a little, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to see how much she could handle.

Tears filled her eyes, spilling over and mixing with the cum and spit on her face. But she kept looking at me, determined to please me.

My balls tightened, and I knew I was close. I shoved my cock deep into her throat and came hard. Cum exploded out the sides of her mouth, coating her lips, face, and tits. She tried to swallow, but there was too much, and it spilled out, making a filthy mess.

Once I finished, I pulled out and slumped back on the couch, breathing hard. Annabeth stayed on her knees, waiting. Her face was a mess, but she looked satisfied.

“Anything else, master?” she asked softly.

I took a second to catch my breath. She looked incredible—hair tangled, tits heaving, covered in my cum and her spit. Like a dirty, beautiful mess. I realized then how fucking brilliant it was to make her swear that oath. If I just used the earrings, she’d obey, sure, but it’d be like fucking a doll—no heat, no hunger. But the oath? It **** her to try to please me- **** her to go above and beyond for me approval. She was mine, heart and soul, and that made my cock twitch just thinking about it.

“Not now,” I said, grinning. “But remember, you’re my ****, Annabeth. I’ll fuck you whenever I want.”

She smiled, sweet and submissive. “Yes, master. I’m yours.”

I laughed, feeling like a king. I got dressed, watching her. “Good. Now finish sorting this shit—naked.”

She stood up, her naked body shining in the dim light, sweat and my cum making her skin slick. She went back to her crate, ass swaying, putting on a show, trying to please me even now.

I leaned back on the couch, eyes on her, already planning the next time I’d take her.

The earrings were real, and so were it's powers. Annabeth was proof. She was mine now, and this was just the start. There were other girls at camp, and I could have them too. But for now, I enjoyed watching my **** work, knowing she belonged to me.