His blue eyes are glazed as he licks his lips. “You… You own me.”
“Now be a good boy and come for your master.”
One stroke. Two. And then he gives a guttural curse and does exactly as commanded, coming in great spurts across his own chest. I give him a few more pumps before I release his cock. I don’t move back. Not yet. I simply maintain my position, bracketing him in as he shakes, allowing him to lean on me while he finds his balance again.
It won’t last.
I won’t allow it to last.
But I can’t quite help running my fingers through his hair and guiding his face to lean against my thigh as I settle back to watch Meg work.
Chapter Ten
Meg
I’m so furious, I can barely think straight. All my attention should be on Aurora, and Hades is sitting there, fucking around with Hercules within my line of sight. It feels like a punishment, because that’s exactly what it is. He never comes at something from the front when he can flank the problem instead. I don’t know why I’m being punished for Hades’s machinations. I obeyed his commands, every single one of them, even when I knew it would hurt Hercules to leave him and kneel at Hades’s side.
I did it all, and yet I’m the one on the outside of their little scene with my face pressed against the window.
I toss the paddle to the ground. My headspace isn’t right to keep up the pain play. I won’t lose control. I won’t allow myself to misstep like that, but it’s not fair to Aurora to do this when my darker emotions are riding me so hard.
I step to her and run my hands up the backs of her thighs and squeeze her ass. Even with the shortened beating, she’ll be a little bruised tomorrow, just like she adores. “Spread.”
She eagerly spreads her legs, balancing on her toes. I press one hand against the small of her back and slip the other between her thighs. She’s so wet, she soaks my fingers as I explore her. “You’ve pleased me, Aurora, and I’m in a giving kind of mood tonight.” A lie, but it doesn’t matter. She has nothing to do with the ugliness going on in my head. “You can choose your reward.”
“I want…” She twists just enough to look up at me from beneath her curtain of pink curls. “I want to make you come.”
God, this girl is a gift. Whoever she lands with when she finally settles down is one lucky asshole. I keep stroking her pussy, pretending to consider it. As if I’d deny her anything. As if I’d deny myself this. “I’ll consider it.” I push two fingers into her and fuck her slowly. She whimpers and writhes, but I hold her steady as I work her toward orgasm one agonizing stroke at a time. This moment, right here, is one of my favorites when I top. I love seeing someone come undone and knowing I’m the cause behind it. Knowing that I’m giving them exactly what they need.
I sink down onto one knee and pull her hips back away from the couch arm. She spreads her legs even more, anticipating me. “Good girl,” I murmur. I reward her with a long lick, but really I’m being selfish. I want to lose myself in this girl, to forget for a little while that my life is off the rails, and has been for a long time. To stop thinking about the two men watching us right now. To avoid any fear about what the future will bring. Not to worry about anything but making this beautiful girl come apart.
I take my time, enjoying this, enjoying her. But even in the midst of this, I am still all too aware of the two men on the couch watching. Or are they even watching anymore? Have they gotten distracted with each other until they’ve completely forgotten I’m in the room? The thought shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.
Aurora’s breath sobs out every time I circle her clit, and suddenly I’m done playing. I want her there, and I want her there now. I work her pussy with my tongue until she’s thrashing and I have to tighten my grip to hold her down. Aurora loves that shit. She always has. She comes with a breathless cry and rolls her hips, fucking my mouth as much as I’ll allow. I bring her down gently and press one last kiss to her pussy before I rise and help her off the chair.
She’s all sunshine and soft smiles as I smooth her hair back from her face. I kiss her forehead. “You did well.”
“May I have my reward?”
I laugh, a little of my dark mood filtering away. It’s impossible to be completely morose when I’m spending time with this girl. “You know, most people just want more orgasms.”
Aurora looks at me with those big brown eyes. “I like what I like.”
“Don’t we all?” I take a step back, make sure she’s steady on her feet, and then sink into the chair. “Very well, pet. Come get your reward.” I spread my legs.
She shoots a look at Hades and Hercules, and against my better judgment, I do the same. The sight of them steals my breath and muddies my thoughts. Hercules is languid in the way only a recent orgasm can bring—and the evidence of it is right there on his chest. He’s slumped between Hades’s legs, his head on his thigh. For his part, Hades appears completely relaxed…as long as I don’t look into his dark eyes. They’re all predator as he takes me in. My scene with Aurora might end once she’s received her reward, but the scene going on with Hades isn’t over. Not by a long shot. This was just warm up.
They haven’t forgotten me, after all.
Aurora runs her hands up my thighs and smiles in a happy way that warms my heart. My life would be so much easier if I had fallen for someone like her instead of someone like Hades. She is light and springtime and sweetness. She might even make me a better person just by virtue of loving me.
Or at least that’s the fairy tale.
I sink my fingers into her pink hair. “You’re teasing.”
“Sorry.” But she doesn’t look the least bit sorry. That’s okay. I’m not either. Aurora presses a prim little kiss to my pussy, and then she goes after me with abandon. She gives herself completely, unabashedly.
I wish I could enjoy this for what it is. If it was just us in the room, I would. Aurora and I have played plenty of times before without Hades present, and I’ve never had a problem focusing everything on her. But now? I should feel powerful in this moment. I’ve made my submissive feel good. She’s driving me closer and closer to orgasm. I should be walking on top of the world.
Instead, I look at Hades and Hercules, and I feel my reality fracturing in a way that has nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with unwelcome pain. Change always hurts. Always. Hades might think he has control of this situation, but I don’t. I’m out of control and spinning out.
Hercules shifts, drawing my attention fully. He’s hard again. I might laugh if there was more air in the room. His attention seems to be everywhere at once—the curve of Aurora’s back, her mass of pink waves as she licks my pussy, my flushed body bared on the couch. His finally meets my gaze and sticks. Those blue eyes are wide and hot, and he looks like he’s been led into hell and only now realized that there’s no going back.
Welcome. Plenty of suffering to go around.
Aurora sucks my clit hard, setting her teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves. My orgasm surges, and I don’t know where to look, Hades or Hercules, Hercules or Hades. In the end, I close my eyes and shut them both out, letting Aurora tease me through the waves. My body finally gives way, and I slump down on the couch. “Well done, pet.”