Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
While I spoke to Hercules, Meg guided Aurora to bend over the arm of the couch and brace her forearms on the cushion. She’s a little shorter than Meg, so her toes barely touch the ground. Meg runs her hands up the other woman’s legs, starting at her ankles and working her way up to her thighs. She slides Aurora’s slip up over her hips, baring her ass. “Paddle or the flogger?”
“Paddle, please.”
“Good girl.” Meg smiles, and it’s as if we’re not in the room. I’ve always loved watching her work like this. There’s a reason why every single submissive in Carver City will crawl over broken glass to her the second she crooks her finger. Hercules will be one of them. He already is if the avid way he watches the scene unfold is any indication.
Meg walks to the chest behind my desk and comes back with a wide wooden paddle. It could possibly break bones in the wrong hands, but she’s a master of our craft. She gives it a few experimental swings, building the anticipation.
I murmur in Hercules’s ear, “Do you see the way Aurora’s toes curl? She wants that first strike.” I glance down Hercules’s chest and allow myself a smile to find his cock standing at attention. “Meg will warm her up with pain, and then if she’s a good little submissive, she’ll allow her to come.”
“How?”
I doubt Hercules realizes that he’s voiced the question, but I answer anyway. “Knowing my Meg, she’ll eat her pussy. She’s got a taste for it, and Aurora is so pretty when she comes through her tears.”
Meg delivers the first strike across the lower curve of Aurora’s ass, right where it meets her thighs. The other woman jumps, but then obviously fights to hold still, to obey. Meg smacks her again, falling into a rhythm I recognize intimately. I force my attention back to Hercules, who’s breathing hard as if he is the one being beaten. “I’m going to touch you now.”
He gives a shaky nod, his gaze glued to the swing of the paddle. It won’t take much to send him into subspace when we begin to play, not if he’s dancing on the edge of it simply from watching. He’s like a child who’s never seen Christmas, and the sheer splendor of it overwhelms him. At least at first.
I slide my hand down his chest and delve into his shorts. I’ve seen his cock, of course, hard and wet with Meg’s desire. I still take a moment to enjoy the way he fills my fist. I give him a hard stroke and then lift my hand. “Spit.”
“What?” He’s hoarse as if he’s been screaming for hours.
“I won’t repeat myself.”
It takes him a moment to respond, to obey, to coat my palm with his saliva. Against my better judgment, I’m moved by the purity of him. I want to break him into a thousand sharp pieces, to drag him down into the dark with the rest of us, but I can’t help appreciating the very thing I want to ruin. I take his cock again. There will be a time to tease, a time to torment. Tonight’s not it. He needs to know exactly who he belongs to.
I jerk him roughly, relentlessly, until he’s lifting his hips as best he can and fucking my hand. His gaze is pinned to where Meg beats Aurora, and while I appreciate the sentiment, that won’t do. I dig the fingers of my free hand into his hair and turn his face to mine. “I own you, little Hercules. Say it.”
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 10
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.