Page 71 of Learn My Lesson
I catch sight of Meg’s trousers a moment before her fingers feather through my hair. “Breathe, Hercules. Just breathe. He’s got us.” She speaks low, the words for me and me alone.
I obey. I was never going to do anything but obey.
I half expect Hades to give some kind of speech, but I should know better by now. Everyone is aware of why we’re here, and Hades isn’t one to waste time grandstanding when his actions can speak for him.
“On the cross, little Hercules.” He doesn’t raise his voice, but I hear every word all the same.
I’m already moving to obey before my mind fully registers the command. There was a time when I’d question that, but we’re long past it. I position myself in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Meg’s hands are the ones that begin to fasten me to it, cuffing my wrists up at the top of each section of the X. She double-checks the tightness and then trails her fingers down my arms, nails lightly scratching.
I shiver and bite my bottom lip. It’s nothing close to pain, but the promise of things to come chases away a bit of my nervousness.
Hades walking around to stand before me chases away the rest. There’s a wealth of warmth in his eyes, and it’s just for us. No one else in the room matters. “Do you remember the first scene we did together?”
“Of course.” It was Meg on the cross that time, and it felt like the moment when we all passed the point of no return with each other. I didn’t recognize it at the time, but then I was still wrapped up in twelve different kinds of confusion when it came to these two. I’m not now.
I’m where I’m supposed to be.
More, I’m happy to be here.
“This is a new beginning of sorts.” He speaks softly, just for me. “There’s no going back from this.”
I manage a smile. “There was no going back from it the moment I fell for both of you.”
“True enough.” He shifts to the side, looking to where I can hear Meg digging through the chest. “Your safe word.”
“Olympus.”
“You may begin.”
I have half a second of thinking he’s talking to me before the first bite of the flogger against my back. It stings more than hurts, but I gasp all the same. Hades watches my face, the heat in his eyes rising with each strike. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips, and then he’s gone, disappearing behind me.
I close my eyes. I don’t think I mind being on display, but I want to preserve the intimacy of this moment, pretend it’s just us in this big room. Without my sight, I have a better awareness of what’s going on behind me. Hades’s footsteps moving to where Meg stands.?1 The soft sound of his hand stroking over some part of her body. Her little inhale.
And then she picks up her pace and I know nothing but heat and the delicious curl of pain that promises pleasure to come. Not yet, though. First, they’ll work me into a frenzy of need.
I’m already there.
My hips move almost on their own, grinding against the padded section of the cross, the pressure good but nowhere near good enough. My breath shudders out with each exhale, need coloring every sound I make.
“Think he’s had enough, love?”
Meg’s laugh is a little mean, and I nearly moan aloud at the sound. “He’ll take as much as we want to give.”
“I have something special I want to give.”
“By all means.”
More movement, more rustling through the chest. I’m focused so hard on listening, I startle at the feeling of Hades’s hands stroking over my back. It hurts and feels good at the same time. I can’t hold back my moan any longer, especially when he dips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down the barest fraction of an inch.
Then Hades is there, pressing his entire body against mine. The soft friction of his suit against my back draws another moan from my lips. “Fuck.”
“You can take more.”
It’s not in the realm of a question, but I answer it all the same. “I can take more.”
He brushes his lips against the back of my neck and snakes his hand around to grip my cock through my shorts. “So eager.” He strokes me a few times, until I’m fighting not to grind against his hand. I shake from fighting that urge, but I know all too well if I move, he’ll stop this delicious torture. I don’t want him to stop. Not yet. Not ever.
And then Meg’s there as well, her smaller hands joining Hades’s as he idly strokes my cock. She dips down and cups my balls and makes a happy noise. “Are you ready for me to take your ass, Hercules?”
