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Her eyes are burning back into me. I pinch her clit with my free thumb and finger firmly earning an outraged gasp.
“Ye are mine, Persephone. In any way I choose.”
Her tight pussy starts to convulse around my fingers, but just as I sense she’s about to come, I pull out and step back.
“What are you doing?” Her chest heaves, and daggers shoot from her eyes. It’s killing me not to be tearing off my clothes and plunging into her, but she needs to learn a lesson.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” comes my ragged reply.
“No!” is her gasped response.
My brow lifts of its own accord. Persephone folds her arms across her torso, in a move that she might want to seem defiant and courageous, but the meaning is lost in her nudity. Her body is betraying her, telling me what she wants in the flush of pink on her skin, the rapid beat of her pulse, and the panting of her breath.
“Ye dinnae get to decide that.” I keep my voice deceptively quiet. Taking my time, never letting my eyes stray from her face, and never letting a drop of emotion show, I remove my clothes. Only when I am as naked as she is do I approach her again. “I am in control.” When I reach for her, she swats me away. I grab her hands and twist them up and over her head as I lower my head to hers. “I. Am. In. Control.”
I go to kiss her, and she turns away.
Oh no. That won’t do. That won’t doat all.
I push her backward, so she lands on the bed, then stride over to my bag of personal effects. Finding what I need, I turn back to Persephone, inordinately pleased to find her still on the bed where I left her.
Good. She’s learning to listen.
When she catches sight of the black silk tie in my hand, she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
“What… what is that for?”
I give her my most wicked smirk. “To make sure that ye hold still while I remind you who exactly is in control here.”
Penny’s eyes widen.
That’s right. I remember how she responded to being trussed up the other night. She might say she hated it, and me, but the darker side of her craves it.
“Give me yer hands.” A moment passes between us where she doesn’t move, as I hold my hands out expectantly. I arch my brow. “Do I need to make ye?” The glare she shoots at me is begging me to prove that I mean what I say, so I do. She puts up a half-assed fight as I grab one arm and tie a knot around her wrist.
“Hades…” she growls out a warning, but she can’t hide how her pulse speeds up. Once both of her wrists are tied, I step back and take in the sight before me. She’s at my mercy now, and try as she might, Persephone cannot hide the fact that she desires this as much as she tries to protest it.
I’m done talking, however. It’s time to show her I mean what I say.
With her hands stretched out wide, her tits jut out, tempting me. Fuck, I want to slide my dick between them until I paint them with my cum. But I don’t quite trust her not to do something insane and try to bite my cock if I get too close to her mouth right now. So instead, I come to her hips.
Settling myself between her outstretched legs, I grab those luscious tits in my hands, and squeeze them as I drive my cock into her tight pussy.
She cries out at the force of my thrust. Sliding out, I push in again, just as strong, and her body slides up the bed. I bring one hand to hold her hips in place, as I ram my cock in and out, bringing her to the edge between pleasure and pain. I can sense when she gives in to me. It’s clearly enough from the way her body simultaneously relaxes around me and lights up with her own lust and desire.
She may claim to hate me, but she doesn’t hate this. Her body tells the truth in its response to me. And that knowledge, that power, drives me forward. With a grunt I lift one of her legs up and over my shoulder, my lips finding her smooth calf and pressing a kiss there before I can think about the action.
Persephone’s eyes open at the touch of my lips, and I know she’s just as confused by that second of tenderness as I am. But it’s gone in an instant, as I hammer my cock into her hot, wet pussy. The new angle hits something inside of her that has her clenching and moaning my name.
My movements speed up as I dig to find the arrogance and the rage that fuels me. There is no room for softer emotions. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, my grunts and her moans mingling together.
“Fuck,” I cry out hoarsely as I grit my teeth, feeling my orgasm barreling toward completion.
I lose all sense of anything but the feel of her tight pussy holding my cock, as I thrust once, twice, then shout a curse as I feel my cum shooting into her in thick, hot ribbons. After what feels like an eternity, I finish.
I pull out of her, noticing with no small amount of pleasure the sight of my cum dripping out of her. Marking her.
Fuck. I was definitely supposed to pull out. But I just lost my moorings for a moment.
