“Together,” I repeat slowly before nodding. It feels strangely right, though she and I don’t usually top in the same scenes. In fact, I don’t think we’ve ever done it before. Observing the other, yes. Together? No. Never. “By all means.” I slowly withdraw my fingers from her and wipe them off on her mound. “Shall we begin by cleaning you up?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I scoop her up. I can’t seem to help myself. Even if she’s not playing the part of submissive in this scene, she’s my submissive, and I want this moment of connection to remind us both that as I carry her to the couch and deposit her gently in the same spot I sat earlier to observe them. “Would you like another secret, love?”
“I want all your secrets.”
I don’t know if I’m capable of handing them all over, even to her. I’ve spent the last thirty years hoarding them close. Old dog, new tricks, and all that. I press a quick kiss to her lips. “I enjoy watching him fuck you. He’s so…earnest.”
Her mouth quirks and a thread of amusement lights up her eyes. “Hades, you’re being mean.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” She pushes a finger against my chest, urging me back a step. “I like it.”
I move back enough to clear the way to her. Once again, Hercules is watching us, though this time I choose not to reprimand him for it. He’s got a strange look on his face, something sweet and almost wistful. I don’t understand it, but tonight isn’t for him. It’s for Meg. I open my mouth, but she beats me to it. “Come here, Hercules. Crawl, please.”
There’s something absolutely decadent about watching that big man crawl. He doesn’t hesitate to obey her, moving on hands and knees until he’s close enough to touch. Meg spreads her thighs. “You heard our Hades. Clean me up.”
Our Hades.
As if they claim me as much as I claim them.
I allow myself to watch Hercules lick her pussy for several moments before I turn away and walk to the toy chest behind my desk. After some consideration, I take out the strap-on and the nipple clamps specifically designed for male anatomy. It’s a good place to start. I walk back just as Meg makes a small sound and comes, grinding herself on Hercules’s face. She’s so beautiful when she’s like this, filled with wild abandon. It doesn’t seem to matter whether she’s top or bottom in the scene; she throws herself into the experience fully.
When it’s clear that Hercules will keep eating her out until they’re both puddles on the floor, I lean down and lace my fingers through his blond hair. “That’s enough.” I give his hair a sharp tug. “Up.”
Meg lifts her arms over her head and conducts a full-body stretch from her pink-painted toes to her fingertips. She smiles at me. “You bring me all the best gifts.”
“I enjoy watching you play, love.”
Her smile dims a tiny bit, but she recovers almost immediately. “Good, because I’m just getting started.” She climbs to her feet and gives another long stretch. I allow myself to drink in the sight of her. She’s lost weight she can’t afford to in recent weeks, another mark in my mishandling of our relationship. Meg’s still beautiful, of course. She’s always beautiful to me.
She takes the strap-on from me and nods at Hercules. “If you would be so kind.”
“You know better.”
She laughs, the sound light and free of whatever plagues her. “I suppose I do. If you would be so cruel and get our Hercules situated while I get this thing on, I’d appreciate it.”
I step closer and snag the back of her neck. I don’t care that she’s topping in this scene. She steps into me even as I guide her to my chest. I kiss her and never has it been more of a battle between two equals than it is now. She won’t submit. I don’t know how to. I revel in her taste, in her strength, in the promise of things to come. Tonight will serve my purpose no matter how it plays out. I can simply ride the wave of her making. Or I could if I ever discover how to let go and relax into it. I’m no more capable of it than she is in this moment. When I finally lift my head, we’re both breathing hard and her blue eyes have gone a little hazy.
I leave her to manage the strap-on and walk to where Hercules kneels. “Up.”
He doesn’t hesitate to obey, climbing easily to his feet. He’s gloriously erect, every inch of him a perfect specimen of masculine beauty. I lift my hands so he can see the clamps and chain that connect them. “Nipple clamps and a cock ring, little Hercules. Can’t have you coming all over my floor while Meg takes your ass.”
He licks his lips. “Okay.”
I close the distance and give his cock a rough stroke. Desire has been a low simmer in my blood ever since I walked into the office and saw him driving into her. Meg’s kiss and Hercules’s cock in my hand has that simmer boiling off. I hold his gaze as I work the cock ring over him and down to his base.
His sharp inhale catches in my chest. I have to stop, to remind myself that this man isn’t for keeping. He’s a tool that will serve his purpose and be discarded once we’re finished with him. An instrument of vengeance against Zeus while simultaneously acting the part of a bandage for mine and Meg’s relationship. At least until we’re back on solid ground once more.
Knowing that doesn’t stop me from dragging my fingers lightly along his length, from enjoying the way he watches my mouth and licks his lips again. “So eager.”
“Play your games, Hades. Pretend you look down on me.” He leans forward a little, thrusting into my hand. “We both know you’re dying to get inside me.”
It’s the truth.
I force myself to release his cock, and I grab the back of his neck in a punishing grip. I bend him back just a little and lean down to tongue his nipples. First one and then the other and back again. I enjoy the way he shakes in my grasp so I play with him a little longer than strictly necessary. Every response as if he’s being touched for the first time. It’s not the truth. He’s no virgin, which is a strange sort of relief, but he throws himself into every sexual encounter with an enthusiasm that seduces me. He seduces me.
“Boys.” Meg’s amused tone has me lifting my head. She leans against my desk, naked but for the strap-on. I’ve watched her use it before, of course, on both men and women, but something about seeing her with that giant red cock and her wicked smile conveys that tonight is special. It’s set apart from before. A turning point, if you will.
She’s wrong. It can’t change anything. I’ve been set on this path for too long to abandon it now. Hercules serves a purpose now, but I can’t imagine him in a permanent place in our lives. But I allow myself to smile back despite that. Would it truly be so terrible to allow one night to pass without the plotting and furthering of my plan? I suppose not.
She motions at the chains still in my hand. “Would you like me to?”
I almost tell her no. But topping Hercules together feels right in a way I don’t want to deny. “By all means.”
“So polite when you want to be,” she murmurs and crosses to take the clamps from my hand. Meg strokes a finger down Hercules’s chest and makes a faux pained sound. “Poor baby. His cock looks lonely down there, Hades.” Her smile widens in a wicked way that has my chest aching in response. “Give him a little tease?”