I close my eyes. I don’t think I mind being on display, but I want to preserve the intimacy of this moment, pretend it’s just us in this big room. Without my sight, I have a better awareness of what’s going on behind me. Hades’s footsteps moving to where Meg stands. The soft sound of his hand stroking over some part of her body. Her little inhale.
And then she picks up her pace and I know nothing but heat and the delicious curl of pain that promises pleasure to come. Not yet, though. First, they’ll work me into a frenzy of need.
I’m already there.
My hips move almost on their own, grinding against the padded section of the cross, the pressure good but nowhere near good enough. My breath shudders out with each exhale, need coloring every sound I make.
“Think he’s had enough, love?”
Meg’s laugh is a little mean, and I nearly moan aloud at the sound. “He’ll take as much as we want to give.”
“I have something special I want to give.”
“By all means.”
More movement, more rustling through the chest. I’m focused so hard on listening, I startle at the feeling of Hades’s hands stroking over my back. It hurts and feels good, all at the same time. I can’t hold back my moan any longer, especially when he dips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down the barest fraction of an inch.
Then Hades is there, pressing his entire body against mine. The soft friction of his suit against my back draws another moan from my lips. “Fuck.”
“You can take more.”
It’s not in the realm of a question, but I answer it all the same. “I can take more.”
He brushes his lips against the back of my neck and snakes his hand around to grip my cock through my shorts. “So eager.” He strokes me a few times, until I’m fighting not to grind against his hand. I shake from fighting that urge, but I know all too well if I move, he’ll stop this delicious torture. I don’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not ever.
And then Meg’s there as well, her smaller hands joining Hades as he idly strokes my cock. She dips down and cups my balls and makes a happy noise. “Are you ready for me to take your ass, Hercules?”
I think I might die if she doesn’t. “Yes,” I gasp.
She pulls my shorts halfway down my thighs. Hades’s hand immediately returns to my cock, stroking me enough to keep me on the edge, but not quite enough to send me over.
Then Meg bites my ass.
I curse and jerk forward, and Hades laughs. “So mean.”
“Can you blame me?” She squeezes me and presses a kiss to where I just felt her teeth. “He’s got such a pert little ass. It was begging for my teeth.”
“It’s begging for something else now.”
“I’d be a shame if we left him hanging.”
They’re standing here touching me, talking about me as if I’m not present. I hate it. I love it. I bite my bottom lip to keep silent, even as I want to beg them to stop teasing me and finish this. I feel like I’ve been riding the edge for weeks, instead of the few hours since Hades told us we weren’t allowed to fuck.
One of them spreads cool lube over me and then the hard head of Meg’s strap-on is pressing into me. I tense and then relax into it. I don’t have control right now. I don’t have to do anything but submit. There’s a delirious freedom in that. I let my head hang forward, let them keep fucking me with hand and dildo even as my chest aches from each breath. I’m shaking and fighting to hold still and it’s so hot, I can barely stand it.
And then Meg is seated entirely within me, her narrow hips against my ass. She reaches around and strokes over my chest, as if her breasts against my back aren’t causing the most heavenly agony. “You’re doing wonderfully.”
I exhale a shaky sigh that turns into a moan when she pinches my nipples. “If Hades doesn’t stop playing with my cock, I’m going to come.”
Hades’s dark chuckle is his only response. He doesn’t stop stroking me, doesn’t change the pace or pressure in the least. “You’ll come when we allow it.”
“Not yet,” Meg says.
Then she starts fucking me.
It feels… I don’t have words for how good it feels to have her taking my ass while Hades strokes my cock. I feel owned and possessed and undeniably theirs.
“Open your eyes, little Hercules.” Hades’s voice is soft in my ear. “Look at the way they lust after what’s ours.”
I obey. I’m helpless to do anything else.
The cross and my position keep me from seeing all but a small sliver of the room, but I see a gathering of couches filled with people watching me with hungry eyes. Watching us. My breath catches in my chest, the pleasure nearly unbearable. “I’m close,” I grind out. When Hades doesn’t respond, doesn’t stop, panic flickers through me. “Can I come?”
Hades leans close as Meg thrusts into me. His lips brush my ear “Yes.”
Just like that, my orgasm hits me hard enough to buckle my knees. I come in great spurts, moaning and fucking Hades’s hand as much as I’m able to, each thrust shoving me back onto Meg’s strap-on. And then my legs give out entirely and it’s only the cuffs around my wrists that keep me upright.
Hades steps closer yet and Meg eases out of me. I’m vaguely aware of her moving at my back and him working to undo the cuffs, and then they’re pressed to either side of me, guiding me to the empty couch situated near our scene.
A blanket appears from somewhere and Hades wraps it around me. Meg cuddles up to me from one side and kisses me. “You did so good.”
“I’m pleased,” Hades says from the other side. He guides me to lean against his side and sifts his fingers through my hair. “You did well.”
I still can’t quite catch my breath. We’ve done more intense things together, but somehow this feels different. Maybe because of the audience. Maybe because it’s a public declaration of us. I inhale slowly. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“Hades,” Meg hisses, but there’s laughter in her voice. “Try again.”
His lips quirk. “I love you, too.” His gaze flicks from me to Meg and back again. “Both of you.”
“Good.” Meg makes a happy noise and snuggles closer. “Now let Hercules catch his breath and then we can continue this In private.”
Hades chuckles. “Insatiable.”
“Stop pretending like that’s not a good thing.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it being anything else.” He catches her hand and brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles. But when he speaks, it’s for me. “Rest, little Hercules. You have a long night ahead of you.”
I let myself relax against him, his racing heart against my ear. “I can’t wait.”
6
Tink’s Punishment
Tink
Maybe one day it won’t feel strange to be back in the Underworld as a territory leader, but I’m not there yet. I have a feeling I won’t be there for a long time. Still, it’s weirdly nice to spend time in a place that holds so many good memories for me. Three of the sources of those memories are seated around the booth we camped out in hours ago. It’s almost time for Allecto and Aurora’s shifts to start, and Meg will no doubt be occupied as well once that happens, but we’re milking our time together down to the last second.