Page 21 of Learn My Lesson
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.
1 I think I made Hades softer later in the series because, damn bro, you’re enjoying this a lot.
2 Reading back through this has me wanting to write another head-fuck character. I don’t do it very often, but I’m over here gasping at how much he’s messing with them, and there’s so much delight in that.
MEG
I’m so furious, I can barely think straight. All my attention should be on Aurora, but 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.
I did it all, and yet I’m the one on the outside of their little scene with my face pressed against the window.
I toss the paddle to the ground. My headspace isn’t right to keep up the pain play. I won’t lose control. I won’t allow myself to misstep like that, but it’s not fair to Aurora to do this when my darker emotions are riding me so hard.
I step to her and run my hands up the backs of her thighs and squeeze her ass. Even with the shortened beating, she’ll be a little bruised tomorrow, just like she adores. “Spread.”
She eagerly spreads her legs, balancing on her toes. I press one hand against the small of her back and slip the other between her thighs. She’s so wet, she soaks my fingers as I explore her. “You’ve pleased me, Aurora, and I’m in a giving kind of mood tonight.” A lie, but it doesn’t matter. She has nothing to do with the ugliness going on in my head. “You can choose your reward.”
“I want…” She twists just enough to look up at me from beneath her curtain of pink curls. “I want to make you come.”
Gods, this girl is a gift. Whoever she lands with when she finally settles down is one lucky asshole.?1 I keep stroking her pussy, pretending to consider it. As if I’d deny her anything. As if I’d deny myself this. “I’ll consider it.” I push two fingers into her and fuck her slowly. She whimpers and writhes, but I hold her steady as I work her toward orgasm one agonizing stroke at a time. This moment, right here, is one of my favorites when I top. I love seeing someone come undone and knowing I’m the cause behind it. Knowing that I’m giving them exactly what they need.
I sink down onto one knee and pull her hips back away from the couch arm. She spreads her legs even more, anticipating me. “Good girl,” I murmur. I reward her with a long lick, but really I’m being selfish. I want to lose myself in this girl, to forget for a little while that my life is off the rails—and has been for a long time. To stop thinking about the two men watching us right now. To avoid any fear about what the future will bring. Not to worry about anything but making this beautiful girl come apart.
I take my time, enjoying this, enjoying her. But even in the midst of this, I am still all too aware of the two men on the couch watching. Or are they even watching anymore? Have they gotten distracted with each other until they’ve completely forgotten I’m in the room? The thought shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.
Aurora’s breath sobs out every time I circle her clit, and suddenly I’m done playing. I want her there, and I want her there now. I work her pussy with my tongue until she’s thrashing and I have to tighten my grip to hold her down. Aurora loves that shit. She always has. She comes with a breathless cry and rolls her hips, fucking my mouth as much as I’ll allow. I bring her down gently and press one last kiss to her pussy before I rise and help her off the chair.
She’s all sunshine and soft smiles as I smooth her hair back from her face. I kiss her forehead. “You did well.”
“May I have my reward?”
I laugh, a little of my dark mood filtering away. It’s impossible to be completely morose when I’m spending time with this girl. “You know, most people just want more orgasms.”
Aurora looks at me with those big brown eyes. “I like what I like.”
