Rise of Athena

Chapter 31

"Of course." she said dryly.
"Tell me Athena, were you a bully or bullied?" He pretended not to notice the bitterness dripping from her reply when he mentioned Ciara. While he entertained her jealously rehearsing fiona, Ciara was his best friend he wouldn't want to ever choose between Athena and she even though he and Ciara knew that undoubtedly he would choose Athena, he prayed she did put him in a position like that, he feared it was highly likely.
"Have you ever wondered if there could be a third category."
She twirled the ring around her fingers as she spoke.
"Enlighten me." She didn't reply him immediately, the way she focused on the ring it seemed her mind had wandered off some far away place, unlike he did, she didn't smile however, her expression was focused as she scrunched her brows together.

The sight was so endearing to him he almost didn't give her a jolt back to reality.
"Where art thou."
"Memory lane." She dropped her hands to her side before sitting on the bed, as she looked around the room his mind wandered.
He imagined laying her down meeting no resistance as her body touched the sheets.
He imagined sliding her dress off her shoulder as his lips met with every new inch of skin he bared.
He imagined slowly burying himself deep into her warmth savoring every minute every sound their colliding bodies made except that he wouldn't be able to be able to go slow.
He would pour all his pent up anger into his thrusts with one hand on her throat, the other a fist in her hair and his mouth grazing her hard cherry

colored nipple until she was bruised body and soul and he'd heal her as she climaxed with his hard unsatisfied dick still inside her, slamming unforgivably, punishing her for the times she kept herself away from him.
And even as she begged for him for something she didn't know, he'd give her greedy body what it wants. More.
And more again. Until the only word she was capable of forming was what she finally realised he was to her.
Master.
"Whatever it is you are daydreaming about, keep dreaming." She was the one to bring him back to reality this time.
"Memory land." He quickly said and she chose that unfortunate moment to look down, as she saw the huge bulge in his trousers she quickly looked back up to his face again and then as if to confirm what she had seen she looked and then back to his face again before she finally turned to looked to study

the pattern of the curtains.
"If you'd be so kind as to pass me that pillow." He had barely finished the sentence before she threw it at him and he reflexively put out his right hand to catch it forgetting it was burnt.
"Oomph!" He tried to muffle the sound of pain. What the hell kind of pain relievers had that doctor given him. They didn't do shit.
"Are you alright?" She quickly turned to him with concern and it was as though a light bulb appeared over his head.
"Oh no, no, its nothing. "He quickly did a deliberate stagger and fell to his knees. As he had predicted she came to his aid.
"Is it your hand? Where does it hurt?"
For a moment his brain couldn't comprehend that those caring almost motherly questions were coming from her.

"Its my back, my neck." My throbbing dick. But he kindly left that one outs
"I was surprised to see you standing when the doctor had said you had a few more days."
He made a mental note to make the doctor one of the king's physician upon his return home.
"I was.
"What is it Alexander?"
At first he deliberately trailed off bit now his speechlessness was genuine.
His name had never sounded better.
I was trying to be brave for you. I didn't want you see me like this." The lies rolled of easily on his tongue.
"Do you think you can get to the bed."
"Yes, but I'll need help."
tirhe bed isn't too hight the count of five try to lift yourself as best as you can. One, two three, four, five." With

her arms around him, bracing him from the behind he let her do most of the work of raising his weight and then when she was about to remove her arms out of the way he quickly flipped her on her back, putting her underneath him and then rolled over so he was facing her while he put his weight on his good arm and his other elbow to keep from crushing her. As her hands shot to his neck to strangle him he could tell her that her first instinct to anything she perceived as danger is to attack without delay. She released her grip on his throat as soon as she realised what she was doing. He watched her try to quell those instincts that demanded he be eliminated and as she started to sweat and her heart rate quickened she started to hyperventilate he realised she was having a panic attack.
He rolled over and let her lay atop him as his left arm held her in place.
"Breathe, Athena.

Calm yourself, you're okay,
No one can harm you, I'm here.
Breathe." He stroked her hair as he whispered soothing words from a different language in her ear.
Her previous reactions quickly dissipated.
And then she said what he now truly believed to be a magic word. "Sorry."
"What?" He couldn't stop the surprise from slipping out but it seemed she didn't notice.
"In my experience, once you are under, you are in danger."
Well he'd have to do something about that in lieu time.
What exactly she had been through, he didn't know. But it's either she was claustrophobic or had an all together different phobia, the fear of being dominated.