“Please what, Persephone?”
An impatient whimper escaped her swollen lips as she begged. “Please fuck me on the chair.”
He stood in a rush and ripped the gown from her body as he bent her over the arm. “Do you trust me, Persephone?”
“Yes!” she cried out. Her body’s reaction to his dominance left her desperate.
“Do you love me, Persephone?”
“Gods, I do. I love you with every part of my being, Hades.”
“Good,” he growled. “Relax, Beauty.”
He slipped two fingers into her pussy and dragged them up the back.
“What are you–”
“Do you trust me, Persephone?”
“Always,” she breathed after a moment of hesitation.
He repeated the motion and she closed her eyes to revel in his touch.
Hades pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance and pushed into her, his moan guttural as she clenched around him.
“Don’t stop, Hades.”
He pulled out and thrust in again, this time even slower than the first. She was desperate for him to pick up the pace and drive her to the brink of madness.
When he pulled back this time, he slipped free of her completely and the anticipation turned her throb into an ache. Hades grabbed her hips and she braced for the slam of his body against hers. That was what she wanted, but it wasn’t what she got.
Instead, he used his cock to spread her slickness around the entrance of her ass and thrust himself all the way in. Her backcurled as she cried out, the pressure of his intrusion the worst sort of fire that only burned hotter as he kept going.
“Do you love me, Persephone?” he grunted.
“Hades, it burns–”
“I asked if you loved me, Persephone!”
“Yes,” she cried, tears falling to the worn leather of his chair where her nails scarred the surface.
Hades never lasted long in bed and what was usually a curse became a blessing. In only a few pumps, an orgasm rocketed through his body. He slammed into her with each pulse, oblivious to her cries. When he was done, Hades slipped free and reached for the decanter of wine.
Persephone couldn’t move. The ache in her behind throbbed with her racing heart and she wanted nothing more than to curl into her own bed and hide.
“Get up, Beauty. Let’s have another glass of wine to take the edge off. I nearly fell to my knees that time. How unfortunate it would have been to slip free during the best part.”
Hades sauntered over to the chair and placed her cup on the table, standing over her for a moment before taking hold of her shoulders and forcing her up. Persephone cried out, but he took no notice.
“It will go away faster if you move. Great, isn’t it? A whole new kind of pleasure.” He poured wine into his own chalice as he spoke with his back turned to her. “Before you came, and when I was most lonely, I experimented with all sorts of pleasure. That one was one of my favorites and I thought you’d like it. I love pleasing you, Beauty.” Hades turned, a flicker of disgust flashing through those eyes before he softened them again. “Persephone, stop your sniveling. Don’t you remember the first time someone had you? It hurt for a while, but you love it now, don’t you?”
Her body trembled and each movement made the pain worse, but she didn’t want to anger him. Persephone forced a smile and nodded as she sniffled. “Yes. Yes I love it.”
His smile returned and he gestured toward her cup. “Drink. The wine will help.”
She didn't want to drink. She wanted to run, to be alone until she could heal and process, but under the pressure of his watchful eye, she was caged. Persephone put the cup to her lips and gulped until the last drops dribbled down her chin.
Who was this man standing in front of her? He must have known he hurt her. She stood vulnerable before him, handed over her heart and he turned it to dust with a smile. He didn’t ask permission, he just took it. Just like Narcissus. Just like the men who lined up on her family estate to ask for her mother for the grand prize.
