"Get in the golf cart," Zeus demanded.
"Why would I do that? Why would I go anywhere with you?" I sneered.
"Damn it, Ivy!" he slammed his palm on the steering wheel, "Please, get in the cart."
I defiantly sat beside him, folding my arms over my chest in protest.
"You look cute when you're angry," he smirked.
"Shut up," I barked while looking to my right.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"You need to be more on the seat. We don't need you flying out with precious cargo," he hinted.
I pressed my tongue to my cheek; I first feared Zeus and his capabilities. I'm partially nervous about what he might do to me once he no longer has use of me. I want to think he'd let me leave, but I'd need to make him believe I fell for him even though the thought of him being near me still makes my skin crawl. Sex was entirely different. It was still the best I've ever had.
"I'll never love you," I stated.
His jaw clenched in annoyance, "Maybe once you realize I'm only doing this because I care, you'll understand how much I care for you."
"This coming from a man who has me as his fuck toy? Only keeping me around because I'm pregnant?" I scoffed.
The golf cart came to a halt.
"Another picnic?" I rolled my eyes, "I could care less about this bullshit now."
His knuckles grew white while releasing his grip on the wheel, "Let's go."
"And if I refuse?" I taunted.
Without skipping a beat, he approached me, pulled me from the golf cart, and tossed me over his shoulder.
"Stop it!" I hollered.
He spanked me hard, "Stop defying me, and you won't be treated like a child."
"Put me down!" I shouted.
He knelt on the blanket and set me on his knee, spanking me once more. Once he finished his punishment, he gently eased me onto my back.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What does it look like? The food's for you. I plan on eating here tonight," he whispered while rubbing my clit with his fingers.
I arched my back as I felt the flicks of his tongue over my swollen clitoris. Being pregnant made everything more sensitive, especially sex. He was gentle with his movements, even his fingers as they slid in and out of me.
"Feels good!" I gripped the blanket on either side of my head and pressed harder onto his face.
He continued to finger me, pressing into the swollen spot from yesterday. Whether I like it or not, the sex is fantastic.
"You like it right there?" he taunted while pulling back.
I arched to feel the delicious pressure, but he retreated. I slammed my hands down, "Fuck!"
"Tell me you like it," he demanded, "I'll eat you til you cry."
I looked down at him. The alpha dominance on his face was evident. He would get what he wanted, or I wouldn't get what I wanted.
"I love it," I forced.
He intensely went back to fingering me. It felt so good. His tongue sliding in and out with his fingers led to a familiar explosion. I felt myself spasming on his tongue as he continued to swirl it around over my swollen clit.
"Please," I pressed his forehead back with my right palm, "I'm hungry."
A lustful look overtook his expression as he wiped the corner of his mouth with a smirk, "Eat."
I went to sit up but stopped at the feeling of his fingers sliding back inside of me.
"Ugh! Wait, please!" I begged.
"You can eat. I'm still hungry," he teased before going back to licking me.
"Fuck!" I gripped a lock of his hair as I wrapped my legs around his head.
His free hand slid up my waist, pulling the side of my dress free, exposing my left breast. He began rubbing my nipple as his fingers inside of me quickened.
"Fuck!" I cried out, feeling myself spasming on his tongue once more.
I heard him moan, and he shoved his tongue inside of me. Our eyes briefly locked before I rolled off of his shoulders. Am I mistaken? Did I see what I think I saw in his eyes?
"I can't anymore," I outstretched my hand in surrender, "Let me eat, and you can keep going-"
He cut me off by placing his lips on mine and cupping my face in his hands, "You're so fucking sexy."
I felt my cheeks blush before looking away at the food. The smells made my stomach grumble and my mouth water.
"Lasagna!" I eagerly clapped.
Zeus made me a portion of lasagna with fettuccine alfredo. I began inhaling the food once I had the plate within my grasp. It's so good!
"At least chew," he laughed while pouring a glass of wine.
"Shut up," I snapped before looking at what else he had made.
"Mmmm," I moaned when I saw fresh tiramisu under one of the metal covers.
I began taking directly from the place without a second thought, "It's so good."
"I knew you'd get hungry once I had seen you," he admitted, "I needed to find a way to get you to let me touch you again. It hurts me to think that you hate me."
"I do," I exclaimed. My eyes widened in shock, "I'm sorry I didn't-"
"Yes, you did," he interrupted, "I know you feel how you do now. I'll show you that I love you."
I choked on the tiramisu.
"I told you to chew!" Zeus reminded me while pulling my hair back from my face.
I gulped down the wine to help clear my throat.
"Did you just say you love me?"