The mirror. Her mind “reflecting” his dream.
Fine. She was going to fight fantasy with fantasy. She’d just use her “mind” to interrupt his little tête-à-tête.
She walked determinedly a few feet back, gathered her strength, turned sideways, and delivered a roundhouse kick at the flat gleaming surface. The crash was strangely muted. The shattered glass imploded as if it wasn’t a mirror but a doorway. She stared at it for a moment and then without a second thought, stepped inside.
NOT A SECOND TOO SOON.
The other woman’s derriere was raised up, getting into position. Hades’ hands cupped the cheeks, squeezing them. The woman was moaning like some banshee. Her hand disappeared between their bodies.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
Helen grabbed the back of the woman’s half-loosened bustier and yanked hard, pulling her to her feet. The woman turned and brought one knee up.
Helen jumped back. Shit. What, she had to fight a fucking fantasy too?
But there wasn’t any time to think as her opponent suddenly seemed to have grown into an Amazon, launching into the air and crashing into Helen like a freight train.
Helen managed to twist at the last second, allowing her to escape a direct hit, but they both landed hard on the floor, with her on the bottom. She turned her head and stared at Hades for a second. Helen blinked. The bastard was turned on by this. He was sitting up, naked, and was leisurely pulling at his erection.
She winced as her head went one direction and her hair the other, and she used her elbow for leverage as she head-butted the woman on top of her. But she couldn’t budge the Amazon off her even an inch.
It became a wrestling match of strength as she grappled with arms and legs which felt like steel bands around hers. They rolled several times. She managed to tear off bits and pieces of bustier. She heard hers being torn too. It didn’t help that her freed breasts were more sensitive than ever. Whenever her nipples unexpectedly rubbed against anything, she’d lose focus, and had to go on the defensive.
It suddenly occurred to her her opponent wasn’t hurting her too much, that the various locked positions that held her down—the one with the other woman sitting on her chest so that she had to use her legs to push up to fight off the weight, opening her thighs in a sexual way; the one where she was on top for a few seconds, her face crushed against the other woman’s chest, so that to pull out of the headlock, she had to push off the floor with her hands, like a push-up, except that it was more of a butt-up—were done so for the viewing pleasure of the man watching them. The damn man was continuing his fantasy with double the fun.
Helen cursed out loud and renewed her efforts. If she had to, she would make this into a bloody nightmare. They rolled again and ended up in a sitting position, with her in front. Her opponent’s legs came under and between her thighs and pushed them apart, causing Helen to lose whatever leverage she had left. Planning a headlock, she lifted and curled her arms around the back of the woman’s neck. To her chagrin, her opponent countered by wrapping her arms under hers, and sharply pulled back. With her legs open and her arms off the floor, Helen found herself effectively imprisoned.
She turned to snarl at Hades. He stood up, fair-haired and golden tan, and stalked toward them. She couldn’t take her eyes off his amazing erection.
He squatted down in front of her and smiled.
“I like this,” he said.
Helen strained against the limbs holding her so tightly. She couldn’t believe that she’d lost to this...bitch... Another realization seeped in. She couldn’t fight back with her usual strength because she was acting out Hades’ fantasy. He was in charge. She was weaker because he wanted her to be. She finally lay there panting.
Hades leaned forward. She sucked in her breath at his touch. In contrast to her fight with her rival, he was gentle, cupping her breasts possessively with his hands. His thumbs played with her aroused nipples until she whimpered. His fingers freed the tangled ribbons and what was left of her bustier dropped away.
His lips weren’t moving but she heard his voice. “Let’s repeat everything. Call my name.”
“Hades, you bastard,” she spat out. His gaze was heavy, loaded with meaning, as it settled on her body. She started trembling as hisgaze followed his hands, moving lower, sweeping the curve of her belly and hips. She made a sound of outrage as her captor’s thighs opened wider, thrusting her own to do the same. There was nothing she could do except watch Hades looking down on her more intimately than any other man ever had.
“Beg me.”
She opened her mouth automatically, about to obey, then suddenly remembered she had also done so in the other dream. She bit down on her lower lip and shook her head.
He smiled. Still his lips didn’t move as she heard his voice.
“It’s too late, Elena.”
She stared at him as he bent his head slowly, his gaze mocking as it remained fastened to hers, and she tensed as his hands splayed against the inside of her thighs, pressing down until her folds revealed the hidden pink moistness. His head dipped. She groaned, a breathless gasp, even before she felt his mouth on her.
Her back arched up helplessly. His tongue was ferocious this time, mercilessly laving that most sensitive part of her with the kind of intense attention meant to bring on an orgasm. She had been so close the last few times that the edgy tension came upon her almost immediately. She gasped again, straining harder, as he sucked on her clitoris. Stars formed behind her closed eyelids as the tension stretched endlessly, drawing her to a point where she could do nothing but anticipate the coming release.
“Nooooo...” She groaned out a protest when his head lifted and he rested his chin on her pubis.
Hades shook his head. “You know what to do.” That whisper came again even though his lips still didn’t move. He looked so damn angelic she cursed herself for making him so beautiful. She could see his tongue snaking out and he taunted her with a torturous demonstration of how slow he could be. Each slide of his tongue went upwards for endless seconds and then he would stop and not slide down, leaving her pleasure incomplete. He repeated the upward stroking until she thought she would go crazy with need.
“Hades...please...please,” she finally relented.
