20: Consequences

HERA

I stepped inside, half-expecting something grand or ominous to hit me the moment the door opened. But instead, I was met with… nothing.

The room was completely empty. Bare walls, bare floor, not a single piece of furniture or decoration.

That strange energy I was feeling radiating from it in waves was no longer there, no hidden treasure—just an empty, cold space.

I frowned, trying to make sense of it.

How can this be the room that had been calling to me for days, only to reveal... nothing?

I walked further in, inspecting the walls, running my fingers along the surface, searching for any clue.

There had to be something. This couldn’t be it-

The door slammed open behind me.

I spun around and froze. Atticus stormed in, his presence filling the empty space. For a split second, I thought I saw something on his face—a flicker of relief—but it was quickly replaced by fury.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarled, his voice sharp and dangerous. He took two steps toward me, his eyes blazing with anger.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"Why do you keep defying me!” He snapped , his tone low and threatening now. "I told you never to come in here, and yet here you are. Do you enjoy disobeying me, Hera?"

His words stung, but the strange part was, his reaction felt so genuine. His anger was there, yes, but underneath it was something else.

Something I couldn’t quite place.

I took a step back, raising my chin in haughty defiance.

“Why is this room so important? There’s nothing here.” I attacked back. “What are you hiding?” I challenged him, squinting.

“You don’t need to know why,” he snapped, taking another step forward. “Get out, now.”

Atticus didn’t wait for me to respond. He grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me out of the room, slamming the door shut behind us.

Just as it closed, I thought I saw something—a flash of a chair, sitting in the middle of that empty room.

Was it there before?

But it was too late to question it now.

His grip on my arm was firm as he pulled me down the hallway, his silence more terrifying than his words. I yanked my arm back, but he didn’t let go until we reached his room.

He pushed the door open, then shoved me inside before slamming it shut behind us.

“You think you can just do whatever you want, don’t you?” he hissed, walking toward me, his eyes dark and full of something dangerous. “You think you can disobey me and there won’t be consequences?”

“I don’t take orders from you, Atticus!” I snapped back, holding his gaze intently in my fiery ones.

“Oh, but you do,” His lips curled into a cruel smile. “And you’re going to learn that lesson now.”

I glared at him, not backing down, but my pulse was racing, wondering what he had in store for me.

“What are you going to do, Atticus?” I taunted and chuckled mockingly. “Lock me up? Whip me? Your bitch, Lilith isn’t here to carry out your orders so you might as well do it yourself.”

He stalked closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.

“You think that’s what I’m going to do to you?” He chuckled darkly and a shiver ran down my spine. “You deserve to be punished for being such a brat, Hera. Whips and the dungeon won’t do what needs to be done.”

I scoffed, trying to keep my defiance alive even though I felt the heat of his presence crawling under my skin.

“Go ahead, then. Punish me.”

His eyes narrowed, and suddenly, his tone changed.

“Get on your knees.”

I froze, my heart skipping a beat.

What?

“No.” I refused.

“I said,” His hand shot out, grabbing my shoulder and pushing me down with a force that made my knees buckle.

“Get on your knees.” He growled out, making me cower.

The next thing I knew, I was kneeling in front of him, and he was holding my head down.

My body was trembling, not just from anger, but from what I knew was about to happen.

Using one hand to hold me in place, he used his other hand to unbuckle and pull down his pants. His cock sprang free and my eyes widened as it slapped me against the face.

It was big, veiny, bulging and angry.

He has fucked me with it before but I have never been face to face with it before, never seen how big he was… only felt it.

“Atticus, you can’t be–”

I hardly got all my sentences out before he took the opportunity to slam his big cock into my open mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

I gagged.

With a growl, he fisted his hand in my hair, holding my head in place. Then, he began thrusting into my mouth, fierce and demanding, his eyes dark with lust.

He fucked my mouth with an urgent rhythm, the sensation intense and overwhelming. I tried to push him back through his thigh but his grip on my hair was tight.

I involuntarily moaned around him, and the vibrations added to his pleasure much to my dismay. His grip on my hair was tight, guiding me as he took control.

My eyes watered as he thrust further down my throat, saliva dripping from my lips and down his shaft. He thrust harder, hitting the back of my throat.

He buried himself deeper into my mouth, until my nose was pressed against his pubic hair, his scent overwhelming my senses. I gagged slightly and tried to push him again but he was unrelenting.

He pulled my head back just enough to let me catch my breath

“Atticus—”

I managed to cry out but he didn’t let me continue before slamming back in, even deeper this time. He threw his head back and groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming more erratic, as if he were possessed by his need for release.

Seeing him like this, my mouth bringing him pleasure was the most erotic I have ever felt and I hated myself for admitting it to myself.

I was the one doing that, bringing him pleasure. I began to feel heat pooling between my thighs, wetness dripping down my thigh.

I can’t believe I was getting turned on by this.

My body was enjoying this.

And deep down, I didn’t want him to stop fucking my mouth.