Page 384 of The First Taste
“What are ye playing at, lass? Do ye want me to find the rope?”
I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me, but no. I decide I don’t. For all that I’m teasing him, taunting him, I’m enjoying this gentler Hades. I drop my gaze and my lips down to his cock. Running my thumb up the length, swirling around the tip that’s already leaking. With one last glance up to see his blue eyes still fixated on me, I take him in my mouth.
His rumble of satisfaction spurs me to go deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, lass,” he gasps. He’s clearly trying to keep himself in check.
When I gag and try to pull back, he holds me there and I take it.
This is my punishment for trying to resist earlier. He’s in control and I need to allow him to do exactly what he wants to me.
Just as I feel my eyes start to water, he releases me slightly, only far enough so that I can slide my lips up and down him, alternating strong sucks with lighter licks. I’m primed to his responses, and I know I’ve got him close to the edge when I feel his fingers tighten in my hair as I draw his tip between my teeth, grazing it lightly. I do it again, then suck him in deeply once more until I’m choking as he hits the back of my throat. Another graze of my teeth, another suck. I continue until he abruptly jerks me off of him and lifts me up on my knees and kisses me.
“I’ll not be coming in yer mouth, Persephone. That privilege is for yer perfect pussy alone.”
Hades lifts me onto the bed and tosses me down with no warning. He pushes me back, lifting my legs and holding them tightly together with his arms wound around my calves. Then he drives into my pussy without any warning. I cry out his name, instantly feeling my walls clench around him.
“Yer. Mine.” He snarls the words with such fury that I would probably be shocked if he hadn’t just slid himself so far inside of me that my jaw drops. “Do ye hear me, lass? Only. Mine.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips. I can’t stop to think about what he means, as I get caught up in the overwhelming wave of sensation.
“Open yer eyes, Persephone.”
I obey instantly, my eyes flying open to find his.
“Mine,” He says, deceptively softly. His voice doesn’t match the intensity of his hips pumping into me, or the piercing fire in his eyes that scorches me from the inside out.
He pulls out of me and I cry out at the sudden loss of him. But then Hades flips me over, forcing my hips into the air and slamming back into me with a roar. His hand lands on my ass with a crack.
“Hades!” My hands are grappling at the sheets, desperate to find something to anchor myself against the onslaught of him. Every slide of his cock is rubbing my already sensitized nerve endings. Another climax is hurtling towards me, but this time I won’t be alone in my release. He’s swelling inside of me, his movements becoming jerky and erratic. Suddenly his hand wraps around the front of my neck, tugging gently but commandingly, to lift me up.
“Say it, Persephone. Say yermine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. I can barely think, let alone mumble out the words he’s expecting.
He slams into me once, twice, then with a final roar I feel him pull out. In the next second, he jets hot streams of cum onto my inner thighs. My body answers in kind, spasming as the waves of my own climax hit me.
I feel Hades sag against my back, only for a moment, as if showing even that small amount of weakness is too much for him. Then he abruptly pushes my body away, letting me collapse onto the bed. I hear him stalk away without a word.
Blearily, I whip my head around to see where he’s going.
Is that it? Is he done?
Before my mind can start to panic or overthink the tenderness mixed with pure lust with which he just fucked me, he’s back.
In a gruff voice, he mumbles, “here.” Then a warm cloth is dropped unceremoniously onto my legs. I twist my upper body only to see him walking away again.
“Thank you?” I call out.
The only sign I have that he heard me, that he was affected at all by what we just did, is a slight hesitation in his step.
Then he’s gone, vanishing into the shower.
Persephone
The next day, I pull my earbuds out of my ears. Standing up where I have been hunched over the worktable, I flex my right hand. I’ve been clenching it, trying to keep it out of my way while I trace a few doodles, testing out ink and paper and different paintbrushes.
My hand twitches a little. I stare at it, trying to block out the slow ache that has formed over the last two hours.
