by L. A. Boruff
Yes, they still watched me like a hawk, but they mostly kept their distance. Not this guy. He stepped right up to where I’d stopped, frozen in my shock, and uttered one sentence that almost knocked me on my ass.
“Lord Hades requests your presence in his private chambers.”
Say what now?
“But...dinner’s being served in an hour,” I said stupidly.
The guard said nothing. As if his only command were to relay Hades’ message and bring me to him. Could they not talk to me outside of direct orders?
Trying a different method, I said, “I don’t know where his private chambers are.”
The guard turned and started to navigate his way out of the hedge maze.
Looks like they’re not big on words.
Stifling an eye roll, I took one last look at the new section of the maze I hadn’t yet explored and turned to follow the guard out of the courtyard and through the castle. It turned out that Hades’ private chambers were actually the entire third floor of the estate. In fact, they were so private, that the guard who brought me up there, couldn’t even step foot off of the staircase. Which of course made me immediately wary. If a denizen of Hell didn’t have the authority to be up here, then what was I doing there?
My silent question was answered a moment later when Hades himself appeared in front of us. He looked much like he did my first day there, dark washed jeans and a graphic tee. The only difference was his bare feet. Before coming here, I was a firm believer that feet couldn’t be sexy. Hades disproved that belief by leaps and bounds. There was a weird sort of intimacy at play with the almost overwhelming masculinity he displayed on a daily basis.
Before I could say a word, the guard disappeared, and Hades took my hand in his. He led me through the wide halls of the top floor and through an archway off to the right which led to an intimate dining room.
“I thought we’d have dinner alone tonight,” he said, his deep voice breaking through the companionable silence. “If that’s alright with you.”
“We always have dinner alone,” I responded.
His head tilted to the side as his eyes squinted a bit. “Not exactly. The staff alone makes that impossible. Hopefully, tonight will change that.”
Curious by his meaning, but unwilling to question it, I allowed him to lead me to the high-backed chair to the left of the head of the table. The meaning wasn’t lost on me, and against my better judgment, my heart gave a hard thump in my chest.
Dinner was a succulent meat dish that fell off the bone and practically melted in my mouth, paired with rice pilaf and steamed vegetables. Our conversation mostly revolved around what we’d done earlier in the day, and it all felt a lot more intimate than I was used to feeling around Hades.
When we finished our meals, Hades gave me a sly smile. “Are you ready for dessert?”
Leaving the dishes where they were, I followed him out of the dining room and through a few open archways to a closed door. He stood in front of it as if it held all of the secrets to the universe behind its wood exterior, that sly smile still on his face.
“I have to be honest with you about something,” he said. “I know the reason your mother set you to me.”
My eyes widened. “She told you?”
His head tilted to the sides in a so-so manner. “Not exactly. I know about your little trip to the cells the first day you came to see me. Did you ever wonder why he was in that room?”
“Is he still in there?” I asked instead, noticing he said ‘was’.
“He is.” He nodded.
“Then I don’t think the why matters all that much.” I shrugged. “He’s where he deserves to be. Now, what’s behind the door?”
His smile turned absolutely feral as he answered, “My playroom. Would you like to see?”
Playroom? He has a playroom?
A large smile bloomed on my face as I gave him a quick nod. “Yes, Sir.”
Heat flared in his eyes as he turned the doorknob and stepped backwards into the room. “Follow me.”
My eyes widened as I stepped into the room. All my darkest fantasies were placed in glass cases around the walls and in the open floor space. There was an entire case devoted to dildos and vibrators of different sizes and materials. Another filled with whips and chains, nipple clamps and tails. My panties were soaked in an instant.
To the left, a large king-sized bed was flushed against the wall, red and black satin sheets and pillow decorating its surface. In the corner stood a large gilded throne, upholstered in thick red padding on the seat, back, and armrests. A level on the side gave me the distinct impression that it was more than just a throne, and my twisted side couldn’t wait to find out what else it could do.
“Persephone,” Hades purred my name as he closed the door behind me. “Before we get started, there are a few rules we need to go over.”
“Of course, sir,” I responded.
“Starting with that. When we’re in this room, you’ll address me as ‘Lord Hades’, is that understood?”
“Yes, Lord Hades.”
“Good. Now, what are your hard limits.”
“I have none, Lord Hades.”
“Is that your final answer, pet?” He crossed the room to stand in front of me and raised a dark brow.
I lifted my head but directed my gaze just below his eyes. “Yes, Lord Hades.”
His mouth lifted into a full grin, teeth and all. “Excellent.” He moved away from me and over to the case of vibrators. I suppressed my grin as he caressed the glass before moving over to the case of restraints and blindfolds. Pulling open the doors, his hand moved over different lengths of silk before grabbing a long length in dark blue and wrapping it around his hand.
“Do you trust me, pet?” he asked without turning around.
“Of course, Lord Hades.”
He didn’t respond as he left the case open and walked over to me. Moving behind me, he placed the silk over his shoulder and gathered my hair in his hands, tying it into a ponytail with a band he pulled out of nowhere.
“When you’re in here, your hair should be like this. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Lord Hades.”
“Good.”
I breathed deeply as his arms came around me and brought the silk over my eyes. Sensory deprivation, an ultimate act of trust that brings a heightened sense of pleasure. My skin tingled as his hands went to the straps of my dress and pushed them off my shoulders. Every sound was heightened as the dress fell to the floor with a soft whoosh. My panties went next, goosebumps breaking out over my skin from the cool air of the room.
“Step forward.”
Moving carefully, I stepped out of the pool of my dress and panties and waited for my next instruction. Soft steps moved across the wood floor, and I could only hope he was going back to the vibrator case.
I heard nothing more as he selected his next piece. Of course he’d have squeak free hinges and shelves. As his steps moved back across the room, I held my breath.
Please let it be a vibrator. Please let it be a vibrator.
“Widen your stance.” I moved my legs just a bit further than my hips width apart. “Bend over.”
Yes!
A single finger skimmed down my spine, making me shiver hard.
“No moving, pet,” he chastised, but I heard the smile in his voice.
After he removed his finger from my body, I heard a cap open. I fought to stay still as his gelled finger prodded my back entrance. I stifled a moan as he prepped me for whatever he had in store. Breathing deeply, I curled my hands into fists to stop myself from pushing back on his fingers.
When he had me how he wanted me, he removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with a cold metal butt plug. I was breathing fine, adjusting to its weight, until it started vibrating, shaking through the thin wall that separated my two holes. Shit. Well, I did ask for a vibrator. Everything below my waist tightened. My pussy felt agonizingly empty while my ass hugged the plug as if it were a dear fr
iend.
“Stand.”
I bit my lip as I stifled yet another moan and stood as he commanded. My heart rate elevated, no matter how controlled my breaths were, I couldn’t stop the pleasure zipping through my body, nor did I want to. I just about jumped out of my skin as Hades took my hand in his and started walking me over to the left of the room. My legs trembled with each step, my cheeks clenching as I kept the plug in place while I grew damp with arousal. I knew if I had panties on, they’d be soaked. He stopped when my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Climb up,” he whispered, dangerously close to my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Trusting in his instructions, I bent over, moaning as the pulsing between my cheeks went higher, and crawled over the large expanse of the bed. I continued moving forward until my hands hit the edge of the pillows and stopped, ass in the air and vibrating with pleasure.
“Lay down,” he said, his voice sounding further away than just the edge of the bed. “Spread your arms and legs straight.”
I did as he said, lying flat on my stomach as I stretched my arms out above my head onto the pillows, my legs fully extended to the end of the bed. His soft steps moved around the room, growing fainter the further he walked away from me. Knowing there was nothing I could do, I continued to breathe through the vibrations, trying to regulate my erratic heartbeat. I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold and went through my meditation exercises. My peace was nearly achieved when Hades returned, lifting my wrist to place a fur-lined cuff around it. Another was placed on my opposite wrist before he spoke again.
“Lean up and rest on your elbows.” I did as he asked, and heard the tell-tale signs of a chain jingling before he allowed me to lay back down.
Matching fur lined cuffs were placed around my ankles, and I let out a small squeak as he spread my legs apart. I tested my restraints, feeling the bar in between them that kept them firmly apart.
A spreader bar. Nice touch.
I stayed still as a weight pressed between my spread legs, making the bed dip. His hands gripped my hips suddenly, causing me to jolt in his embrace before he lifted me to my knees. With my new position, I had to lean heavily on my elbows, having just enough slack from the chains I was apparently attached to to accomplish this.
The bed dipped again under my stomach, Hades’ smooth, hot skin brushing against me. I cried out as his mouth closed around my breast, his tongue languidly circling my nipple until it rose to a hardened peak. He released me with a soft pop, moving to the other as he continued to tweak my exposed nipple with his fingers.
When my nipples became nice and tight, he released them. His soft breaths fanned out over my chest as he prepared for whatever he had planned next. The sharp pinch of clamps closing over my nipples rocked my body. My wrists pulled at their restraints as I thrust my ass into the air, the plug inside me still vibrating away.
“I’m almost ninety percent sure I said no moving, pet,” Hades murmured. “Of course, who could ever be completely sure when faced with such arousing temptation.”
My breaths sawed out of me as Hades moved from under my chest. I couldn’t tell where he went, but suddenly his hands were kneading my ass cheeks. Firm long strokes and hard grips that only added to my pleasure, building my need for him. He’d spread my cheeks, only to slap them back together around the vibrator, making me cry out in bliss.
“You will get one strike for every move you’ve made out of turn,” he said. “This is the only time I will give you a choice for your punishment. Hand or crop?”
I bit my lip against the smile that wanted to break free. “Crop.” I wasn’t surprised by the huskiness of my voice. Hades had managed to wind me up so far, it wouldn’t take long to send me over the edge. And a riding crop was just the thing to do it.
“Very well,” he murmured, giving each cheek one last squeeze.
The bed moved as he shifted his weight off of the bed until I could only feel his powerful presence looming off to the side of me. Even though it’d probably earn me another strike, I turned my head to face him. I didn’t need to see him to know that he’d enjoy watching my expressions during my punishment. I was determined not to hold anything back.
Hard, yet soft, the juxtaposition of the flat, rectangular head of the leather riding crop had a feeling of newness to it. This pleased me immensely. I had the unfortunate knowledge that some Dom’s didn’t care if they reused toys on different Sub’s, as long as they were clean. They never got within ten feet of me, but the same couldn’t be said by some of my other Sub Sisters. Knowing that Hades probably took the time to restock his entire playroom just for me left me feeling all tingly inside. And no, it wasn’t the vibrator.
A quick, sharp thwack to my right flank brought me out of my musings, causing me to arch further into the bed and cry out.
“That’s one,” Hades told me. “You’ll receive ten, and I expect you to count each and every one of them. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Lord Hades,” I husked out.
My breathing escalated as the crop circled my cheeks, skimming dangerously close to the vibrator before slapping home on my left cheek.
“Two,” I moaned, my pussy quivering and clenching, wanting to grab hold of something.
This time, he let the crop caress the length of my spine before delivering a sharp crack to my right side.
“Three,” I cried out, my jaw dropping as my tongue curled against the roof of my mouth.
“Your mouth is opened, pet. Would you like me to fill it for you?”
“Yes, Lord Hades,” I panted. If there was one thing he was bound to learn about me, it was my vehement oral fixation. The need to have my lips and tongue wrapped around damn near anything while pleasure filled me was inescapable. If I didn’t suck a cock during sex, I considered it a failed experience.
I couldn’t hear Hades’ steps across the room from the blood rushing through my ears. But his brief absence gave me a moment to try and collect myself. Keyword being try, because he wasn’t gone long.
The scent of musk was deeper when he rejoined me, tinged with fire, and absolutely heady. A silicone tip traced my lips just as another slap rang out in the quiet room.
“Four.” With my mouth opened, he used the opportunity to shove the toy between my lips.
My tongue rolled around the tip of the phallic shaped toy, incredibly detailed with the bumps and ridges of thick veins down the shaft. I mapped out every inch Hades fed me with my eager tongue, my lips tight around the shaft to feel every bit of it.
I was so focused on my new toy that I barely registered the sharp sting against my backside. Hades removed the dildo to allow me to fulfill his earlier instructions.
“Five.” My mouth eagerly sought out my plastic treasure as I felt it loom in front of me. Hades acquiesced with a small chuckle, placing the head on the edge of my bottom lip. As my tongue reached out to swirl around the tip, he struck again. “Six.”
He placed the full mushroomed head into my mouth as he struck yet again.
“Seven,” I mumbled around the toy, my tongue enjoying itself far too much to care if he understood me or not.
This continued for the next two strikes. He continued to switch sides, delivering an even amount of strikes to each cheek as I moaned out the count around the dildo. When the last strike came up, he pulled the toy from my mouth and slapped down right over the vibrator. My orgasm took off like a rocket. My ass pushed back into the crop as I cried out, “Ten.” My entire body shook as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure washed through me, my clit tingling with purpose as my pussy clenched and pulsed.
My cry transformed into a continuous moan as Hades dragged the crop through my wet folds, completely soaking the leather in my release. As he rubbed the crop over my clit, my breathing staggered. Harsh pants left me with each exhale as he continued to rub me into submission, working me up to a second orgasm that I knew would be just as powerful.
As the crop moved faster, m
y hips surged to move with it. It took everything in me to stay on my knees instead of face planting into the sheets like my high-strung body wanted me to, but I hadn’t been released, and I wouldn’t let our first session end in disobedience. My cries became hoarse, just high-pitched squeaks by the time Hades decided to put an end to his blesses torture.
His hand moved under me to pinch my nipple as he flicked his wrist that held the crop. With the sharp slap that hit my clit, I came with a silent cry. My eyes screwed tight beneath the blindfold, muscles tight and trembling as an all-encompassing darkness took over my vision. I think I might have passed out for a moment or two.
When I came to, I had to blink rapidly, trying to adjust to the new light. My blindfold was off, so were my restraints. I was laid on my back as Hades wiped my center with a warm washcloth. My smile felt lazy and drugged, endorphins rushed through my body to keep me on a permanent high.
Hades returned my lazy smile as he finished cleaning me up. When he was done, he threw the cloth off to the side and slowly crawled up my body, his naked skin heating mine despite the chill in the room. As he reached my lips, he claimed them in a slow, possessive kiss, marking me as his as our hearts synced to the same beat.
I groaned as he pulled away, wanting to chase him but recognizing the serious look in his ice blue eyes. They dashed back and forth as if cataloging each of my features as I watched him patiently. Seemingly coming to a decision, his eyes met mine.
“You are mine,” he rumbled out slowly. “You need to make a choice.”
“What are my options?” I asked on a hoarse whisper.
“Stay here with me...forever. Rule by my side. Come into your full potential. Or when your mother comes to collect you in one week’s time, return with her, and never step foot in the Underworld again.”
My eyes widened as my heart gave a painful thump. “If I went with my mother...I wouldn’t be able to return?”
“No.”
“Why?”
His chest moved over mine as he took a deep breath. “If you were to return, there’d be a war among the gods, because I would not allow you to leave me again.” Fire flared in his gaze as he answered, and I felt my heart clenched at the thought of never seeing him again.
