Chapter 23 Journey To The Palace Of Cassiopea

• Ruyman. I knew I had to wake Andromeda. An hour and a half had already passed, the extra time I had demanded from the flight attendants for the pilot to fly before landing in Chicago. Every single one of those minutes had been well spent. I had every moan, every shiver, even every impatient movement of the enslaved goddess etched into my memory. I didn't want to analyze what had happened to me while I was making her mine, but I knew it hadn't been just another one. Perhaps that's why I decided to lock those feelings away until I was ready to face them. But what I couldn't lock away, and what was now driving me crazy, was the taste of her skin, the smell of her breasts, the softness of her inside, and worst of all, her reaction to my caresses, my kisses, her first time. It was like discovering something you've always wanted, but didn't even know you wanted. I found myself once again watching her sleep, discovering on her white, naked skin marks that I had made with my caresses, especially around her neck, on her arms, and on the upper part of her chest. I imagined that she would have other bruised and sore parts, after the two almost uninterrupted sex sessions we had had since we practically crossed the cabin door. But to discover those parts, I would have to uncover the duvet that enveloped us, and I wasn't ready for that. "But what the hell is happening to me with this woman? The more I have of her, the more I desire," I thought nervously. An image assaulted me, that of my brother Zipi, drooling over his wife, while at the slightest provocation they argued like fools. "No way, I'm not crossing that door, this is just good sex, exciting, hallucinating, incredible sex, but that's it. It's the first virgin you've made yours, and your male pride is overexcited, that's all," I reasonably told my mind to stop jumping to conclusions that led us nowhere. I got up and grabbed some clothes to dress, especially a shirt, since the goddess, with her temptation, had made me tear mine off. I went to take a quick shower to check on the flight plans. As soon as I entered the bathroom, some long, reddish marks stood out on my chest, back, and shoulders. "Well, Andromeda, you know how to mark a man, and all from the first time," I couldn't help but smile. "It was worth it, I'll wear them with pride," said my conscience, which wouldn't stop nagging. After the umpteenth cold shower I'd been having lately, I went through the room to check that the exhausted Andromeda was still asleep. "When you wake up, you'll have aches in places you didn't even know you had, capricious Andromeda, so for now rest. When we reach our destination, I'll immerse you in a Thai bath, so that your muscles can relax and regain their elasticity," I thought. Just at that moment, I imagined the enslaved goddess, naked, submerged in those warm waters that reddened her skin, while her hair was gathered on top of her head with those Chinese pins that I saw so much in Japan when I expanded my business in Asia. To be honest, I had had Asian lovers, but for some reason, imagining Andromeda resting in one of those natural hot spring ponds, in one of those mountain retreats, while her golden eyes looked at me, made me have to clench my fists and force myself to leave the room, or I would start all over again. "Damn, what the hell is wrong with you, Zape? You're dazed, damn it," I said to myself as I left the cabin. The two flight attendants were waiting for me, who instead of being as solicitous as before now looked more professional, they smiled, but without the touch of sensuality. "Mr. Bencomo, we will be landing in fifteen minutes, you must sit down and fasten your seat belt. Will Mrs. Bencomo be joining you?" one of the solicitous flight attendants asked me. That last question threw me off, and it wasn't because she had made a mistake by confusing Andromeda with a married woman, with my wife, I didn't care about that in a certain way she would soon be. The problem was that those two words sounded great to me, it was how they should sound, "Mrs. Bencomo, Ruyman's wife." "Are you going to stop once and for all?" I said to my conscience, sitting down abruptly. The flight attendants didn't seem to notice the internal war I was having, and they continued to communicate the preparations for landing, warning me that it would be advisable to wake up the lady as we were going to approach the runway, and for safety reasons we should be wearing our seat belts. For a second I wanted to tell them to be the ones to wake her up, but I didn't have a chance, at that moment, a stiff, freshly showered and dressed Andromeda came out of the room. Her face reflected several things, a blush that I imagined was embarrassment towards the flight attendants since they knew what we had been doing inside the cabin, and I had no doubt that they had heard us, especially the uninhibited enslaved goddess. This made me smile mockingly at Emi's efforts to remain indifferent to the curious and barely disguised looks of the flight attendants, who looked at her with some envy. I also noticed that she was a bit sore and stiff, she walked stiffly and when she sat down in her chair a moan of pain escaped her. My mind had registered the different moans and gestures that the enslaved goddess could emit, according to the sensations or moods she had, and clearly identified that the future Mrs. Ruyman Bencomo was feeling sore from the almost hour and a half of uninterrupted sex she had had her first time, which added to the insecurity, embarrassment, and nervousness that her non"verbal language manifested, all of which she was feeling now, had reduced her to a quiet being who barely looked at me. I signaled the flight attendants to leave us alone. "Well, what's going on, Andromeda? Are you regretting what happened?" I asked her seriously, for some reason the idea that the goddess might regret our first, and perhaps depending on what she said next, only time together, made me anxious, and I decided that I didn't want her to know how it affected me. So I controlled my reactions and showed myself as always serious, cold, and confident. Waiting for Andromeda's coup de grace. Emi. After waking up and seeing myself alone, the truth is that when I saw that my first lover didn't accompany me after giving me the best first time a woman could have had, it made a certain insecurity that I tried to fight with logic, tarnish a little the experience I had had. If we add to that, that my whole body hurt, especially between my thighs and some internal muscles that I didn't know, when I got up from the bed I saw the blood stain that was left on the beautiful blue duvet, I wanted to take it to keep it as proof that my Perseus had fulfilled his part of the deal, but that very idea that he had made me his just to fulfill what he had signed, made me even more insecure. My fears and insecurities from when I was a child, when my mother used to tell me that nobody wanted me because of my scar, returned to settle in my mind, I decided to go take a shower to loosen up my body. After showering, I dressed, not without some difficulty I decided to put on a skirt and a matching blouse that looked very expensive, and boy was it. The shirt was Versace, being a set you didn't have to be a genius to deduce that the skirt was too. That set must have been worth more than what I paid for my apartment in Chicago in a year. "Where the hell have you gotten yourself into, Emilia Monti?" I said in Italian, which meant that apart from being insecure, I was stressed. As soon as I left the cabin, I found the flight attendants talking to Perseus, and without being able to help it, I didn't like it, I liked even less the looks of disgust that the tall blonde flight attendant gave me, while she indicated where I should sit, since according to her we were going to land. Something Perseus and his sixth sense must have detected, which made the flight attendants leave us alone, I couldn't look at him, I was afraid that his face would reflect the disappointment of the woman he had expected to the one he had been. My insecurities were increasing by the second. "Well, what's going on, Andromeda? Are you regretting what happened?" I heard him ask me, and I couldn't help but look at him in surprise at his question. "I'm not... but I think you are, or I'm not sure. I'm not the typical woman you're used to spending a night with, and I certainly don't have experience in this, as you've seen. So, sorry for not knowing how to behave afterwards, but you I think you're more versed in this, and..." I really wanted to stop talking, I really did, especially when half of my speech was in Italian. Affirming what I already knew, Ruyman Bencomo had a power over me that few people have, and I wasn't basing it on sex or attraction, because you'd have to be dead not to feel attracted to that man. It was another kind of power, one I had never known and was yet to discover, but I was afraid of the strength it could have on my emotional stability. As I spoke, he just looked at me, with a serious expression, not missing a detail of my face or my body. Soon a smile began to appear on his lips, which made me angry, I wasn't there for his jokes, and the urge to hit him, as always when that man made me nervous, became almost uncontrollable. And definitely my Italian temperament came to light, without thinking twice, even though we were landing, I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up with the intention of hitting him, the truth is that getting up was a bit difficult because there were still parts of my body that were complaining about the physical exercise that a certain Spanish, mocking, unpleasant, meddlesome, desirable, attractive, who had a smile that took your breath away, had subjected them to. "Don't analyze your words, as you've said the damn Perseus, he's stolen your reason and intelligence, leaving you idiotically lost. But surely, if you give him a good blow in that shameless and smiling face, surely, you'll regain your sanity, or at least I'll feel better," I told myself, and with that united thought. I walked to get closer to the seat of the idiot Bencomo. What I didn't count on was that first the jet, which had been stable until now, shook a little on landing making me lose my balance, and second that a skillful Perseus was so quick to catch me, that when I realized it I saw myself again in the lap of that man the same position that had caused me to explode with pleasure, after losing my virginity, at the hands of the same man who now held me smiling, with a dangerous smile full of perversions, that he could make me commit, if he continued looking at me like that. "That's better, beautiful Andromeda, you end up where you started, glued to me. Now stay still because we're landing, and if the flight attendants see you're not in your seat, they'll report you to air traffic control for disturbing the air safety of the plane and your own, on the other hand, this way, I can check one thing, that will make it clear to me, what you think," he told me, making me look at him, and stay still so as not to alert the unfriendly flight attendants. With a quick movement Perseus held my waist with one hand and with the other turned my face towards him while bringing his lips to mine, I knew that if I let him kiss me I would be lost, my desire would take control, and that couldn't happen, I didn't understand why, but it couldn't happen. At the last moment that his lips were approaching I was able to turn my head leaving my left profile, facing his lips. The very naive me thought that this way I would stop him, but when I felt his lips on my lobes, caressing them and running his kisses down my cheek, the unthinkable happened, or rather the normal thing that had been happening for the past two hours, that man touched me and I melted in his hands, like ice cream, where a traitorous moan of pleasure escaped from my mouth. "Perfect, there it is, now that my theory is proven, all that's left is to land, and you forget about many stupid theories that I don't understand, nor do I want you to explain to me," and without saying more he turned my cheek and kissed me, as he always did, as if there was no tomorrow. And I got lost in the nebula, losing in the process all my warrior initiative. When I finally regained the ability to think, and returned to reality, before floating on the waves of pleasure and desire, from a single, overwhelming kiss. I was able to breathe, and I heard him say with firm breath, more confident. "Welcome home Mrs. Bencomo, welcome to Chicago, now it's time to cut off Casiopea's head," after hearing those words the nebula fell by itself. I was going to see my mother again, and start my revenge."