yet taken one, she expected him to step with her into the heated water, but instead he lay her down on a soft, furry rug he must have materialized—it hadn’t been in here before, that was for sure.
Curious and unappeased, she waited while he knelt between her legs and stared down at her body. His shaft was still hard, and the gas lamps in the room cast a smooth, burnished glow over his skin. He was utterly beautiful, pagan with that big body and armbands and tattoo. She wanted to start at the top and lick her way down.
She reached for him, but he took her wrists and pinned them down at her sides. “No. This time I drive you crazy.”
“I want to touch you.”
“If you do, I’ll be fucking you hard and fast again.”
She grew wetter at the imagery. Really, she’d had no complaint with his technique, it had just been too short. She struggled against his hold, but no matter how much he’d trained her, in brute strength he was always going to be her superior.
That should have scared her, but it excited her in a primitive way. She could use her powers, she supposed…but she didn’t want to. This wasn’t a match between deities, but a confrontation between male and female.
“Hmmm,” he said, glancing down at her pinned wrists. “I need to use my hands to drive you mad. Will you keep your hands here like a good girl?”
She nodded rapidly. “Yes.”
“Don’t move them.”
“Okay.”
He released her hands and spread her thighs farther so he could see up her entire body. And then…it might as well have been his hands that were captured because all he did was look. She didn’t mind his long perusal of her breasts…she quite liked them, and by the glassy look in his eyes, she knew he did too. It was when he pushed her legs even farther apart and stared at her exposed pussy that she became uncomfortable. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Forgetting her vow to keep her hands at her sides, she used one to cover up her mound. “Stop looking at me there.”
He dragged his gaze up to hers, red fire flaring. “What did I say about your hands?” He pulled them away and stretched them above her head, leaving them there. When she gave an experimental tug, she realized he’d contained them with some sort of invisible tether.
Persephone inhaled and looked up at him. Wariness briefly eclipsed the lust in his eyes. “If you want to stop, just tell me.”
“I’m not scared of you.” Well, she was, a little bit, but that uncertainty only made her more excited.
The fire flared darker, the wariness vanishing as he slipped back into the game. “You should be, little Sephie.” He looked down idly at the place between her spread legs. “Why don’t you like me looking at you here? You’re beautiful, all wet and moist. I like a plump mons, and yours is nice and cushiony.”
“It’s private.”
“Not for long. I’m going to know this pretty pink pussy better than you do by the time you…”
Leave. The word was unsaid, but it hung between them.
She spoke, hoping to get them past the awkward moment. “Maybe we should bathe first?”
He continued to stroke her mound. “Why?”
“I’m a little messy.”
“Mmm.” Without warning, he slipped his finger inside of her. She gasped, watching the flex of his forearm as he thrust a second, and then a third finger inside of her, pumping rapidly. “Is that good?”
She shivered as he strummed those nerve endings back to life. “Yes.”
“Better than my cock?”
“No.” She arched her hips, trying to get closer, but perverse bastard that he was, Hades slowed his hand the more she struggled for it. “Hades.”
As if he hadn’t heard her, he withdrew his hand slowly from her pussy, his eyes fixed on his fingers. “You are messy, Sephie. You’re so wet, and I shot all of that semen inside of you.” He lifted his hand so she could see the glistening mix of his and her fluids on him. “I like to see you full of my come. Don’t you?”
She
Curious and unappeased, she waited while he knelt between her legs and stared down at her body. His shaft was still hard, and the gas lamps in the room cast a smooth, burnished glow over his skin. He was utterly beautiful, pagan with that big body and armbands and tattoo. She wanted to start at the top and lick her way down.
She reached for him, but he took her wrists and pinned them down at her sides. “No. This time I drive you crazy.”
“I want to touch you.”
“If you do, I’ll be fucking you hard and fast again.”
She grew wetter at the imagery. Really, she’d had no complaint with his technique, it had just been too short. She struggled against his hold, but no matter how much he’d trained her, in brute strength he was always going to be her superior.
That should have scared her, but it excited her in a primitive way. She could use her powers, she supposed…but she didn’t want to. This wasn’t a match between deities, but a confrontation between male and female.
“Hmmm,” he said, glancing down at her pinned wrists. “I need to use my hands to drive you mad. Will you keep your hands here like a good girl?”
She nodded rapidly. “Yes.”
“Don’t move them.”
“Okay.”
He released her hands and spread her thighs farther so he could see up her entire body. And then…it might as well have been his hands that were captured because all he did was look. She didn’t mind his long perusal of her breasts…she quite liked them, and by the glassy look in his eyes, she knew he did too. It was when he pushed her legs even farther apart and stared at her exposed pussy that she became uncomfortable. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Forgetting her vow to keep her hands at her sides, she used one to cover up her mound. “Stop looking at me there.”
He dragged his gaze up to hers, red fire flaring. “What did I say about your hands?” He pulled them away and stretched them above her head, leaving them there. When she gave an experimental tug, she realized he’d contained them with some sort of invisible tether.
Persephone inhaled and looked up at him. Wariness briefly eclipsed the lust in his eyes. “If you want to stop, just tell me.”
“I’m not scared of you.” Well, she was, a little bit, but that uncertainty only made her more excited.
The fire flared darker, the wariness vanishing as he slipped back into the game. “You should be, little Sephie.” He looked down idly at the place between her spread legs. “Why don’t you like me looking at you here? You’re beautiful, all wet and moist. I like a plump mons, and yours is nice and cushiony.”
“It’s private.”
“Not for long. I’m going to know this pretty pink pussy better than you do by the time you…”
Leave. The word was unsaid, but it hung between them.
She spoke, hoping to get them past the awkward moment. “Maybe we should bathe first?”
He continued to stroke her mound. “Why?”
“I’m a little messy.”
“Mmm.” Without warning, he slipped his finger inside of her. She gasped, watching the flex of his forearm as he thrust a second, and then a third finger inside of her, pumping rapidly. “Is that good?”
She shivered as he strummed those nerve endings back to life. “Yes.”
“Better than my cock?”
“No.” She arched her hips, trying to get closer, but perverse bastard that he was, Hades slowed his hand the more she struggled for it. “Hades.”
As if he hadn’t heard her, he withdrew his hand slowly from her pussy, his eyes fixed on his fingers. “You are messy, Sephie. You’re so wet, and I shot all of that semen inside of you.” He lifted his hand so she could see the glistening mix of his and her fluids on him. “I like to see you full of my come. Don’t you?”
She
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