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“That’s because I told you to fuck me, and you’re playing—”
The hand at her throat squeezed just a touch, and the other found her clit. Hera could not have finished the sentence for the life of her. What sentence?
Fast, tight circles wound her up, her skin burning up from the irreverent touch, from the mouth sucking marks on her neck, from the words still piercing her consciousness.
“I will play with you any way I want, Hera. Because you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to take and break. Only mine.”
Under any other circumstances, Hera might’ve bristled at the words, but in the moment, with her cunt throbbing, her mouth swollen, her skin purpling with new marks, she did not care.
Had she ever felt this way? Had sex ever just been about being taken? About being used? About being pleasured?
Because underneath all the bravado of this Goddess, Hera knew one word from her, and everything would stop. Underneath all the power, all the control, Nemesis was here for Hera’s pleasure and that thought, that knowledge, undid her.
The fingers slid into her again, pressing confidently at her very root, where she throbbed and ached.
“You will come now. And then, I will take you to the bedroom and spread you open, tie you down and fuck you all over again. Till you scream.”
Hera came, her thighs clenching around the hand that refused to stop. And yet, the second they stopped, Nemesis’s fingers froze. Hera felt tears hot in her eyes.
Gods, where had this woman been her entire life? The one who knew instantly when to stop. Because nobody ever, ever fucking knew…
She felt gentle lips on her cheek and realized that the tears might’ve fallen after all. Hera clutched Nemesis’s shoulders and decided she’d die before confessing. A distraction was in order.
As Nemesis’s hands softened on her skin, holding and caressing instead of arousing, Hera lowered her mouth to a tender ear-shell.
“That was good, Revenge, but I was promised that bridle would be involved? Surely you wouldn’t overpromise and underdeliver?”
Nemesis laughed, throwing her head back, before turning into a wind-whirl of strength and movement.
Hera wondered why she had waited all these months. She had missed these hands, this mouth, the strong arms that all but wrenched her from the wall and dragged her to the bedroom.
The way there was a blur, and by the time she felt the backs of her knees hit the massive wooden bed-frame, Hera was ready to beg. An orgasm had done nothing to quench her thirst, to sate her hunger. She wanted more. An immortal lifetime of never having quite enough had starved her. Of touch. Or care. Of… She did not think of love. She dared not.
She was grateful to her inner monologue for filtering through the words she found frightening. Nemesis, even without knowing it, was reading her too well. “You won’t have to beg, Your Majesty.”
She trailed little bites down Hera’s exposed throat. Hera tilted her head to give her better access. Not that Nemesis needed any. She simply took and took and took. Hera was not holding anything back, but she also knew that it wasn’t an option anyway.
She slid her hands down the muscled chest only to have herself flung on the bed, and her arms lifted and pinned above her.
“I am going to have my fill first, Hera. Tell me you understand?”
Hera nodded, but when Nemesis simply pushed her hands roughly into the mattress, she all but wailed.
“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes—”
“No, no god. Just me. And you will be screaming my name soon enough.”
Hera squirmed against the fingers holding hers, only to feel the leather in Nemesis’s grip.
Oh. Ooooh…
Within the blink of an eye, her wrists were bound to the headboard. She pulled, trying the restraints, trying herself, her own patience.
“Didn’t you want to feel this?” Nemesis’s voice was low, sly, and tempting. Hera bit her lip, then nodded. Her only answer was the smile spreading on the full, already swollen mouth.
Nemesis circled the bed, her belt and sword falling to the floor with muted thuds. Her boots followed. Hera gripped the leather. She wanted… She wanted. More than ever.
“I will give you everything you want. Everything. But first, I get to take what I need.”
