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“Mmm…” He purred, the hand falling from my hair to collar my throat. He forced me to abandon my new toy and pulled me up to look him in the eye. “That was very good.” He was still hard but tucked himself back inside his chinos, his eyes dark and burning into mine with barely restrained lust. “But now it’s time, Kora.”
The senator didn’t offer any explanations as he led me, and I didn’t ask.
Shame and embarrassment burned my cheeks. I could feel every eye in the lounge on me as we passed, but I didn’t dare meet them. Not even when I glimpsed Demeter glowering at me, her eyes scorching trails across my back, down to where the large hand was moulding my buttocks. I was so getting fired for this.
Then he took me through the back door, into a small square foyer that housed a single elevator, the entrance to the underworld. It was a dark, unfurnished place with naked stone walls. Four life size sculptures etched from polished black marble stood sentry in each corner. They were impressive figures, taken straight out of the pages of Frank Miller’s 300 and poised with swords raised and Hoplite shields bared. Behind their plumed Corinthian helmets, garnets had been set in the place of eyes and blazed in defiance. At the base of each, a plaque was set upon a plinth, stamped with one of four legends in gold print–Penthos, Curae, Nosoi and Geras.
The elevator door slid open as we approached, the bright interior throwing long shadows across the floor. I blinked, the light blinding. The Senator held me close and guided me through. Yet the closeness was almost as disabling as the brightness. Awareness shivered up my skin and just the sound of his breathing had me coming out in goosebumps.
If the foyer was small, then the elevator was practically claustrophobic. A tiny space barely large enough for one, with walls lined by plush red velvet. The only distinguishing feature was a brass control plate etched with the name Charon etched across the top and a row of buttons to reach the five floors above.
Under these was a scanner plate.
This was my first time going into the Underworld. It was the private area of the Olympus Club that only members and their personal attendants were permitted to enter. Unlike its namesake, which had been believed to be on the edge and beneath the world of ancient Greece, Olympus’s Underworld took up the floors directly above the club.
Senator Sharp removed a gold coin from his pocket and pressed it to the scanner.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked when the car began to rise, my heart pounding in my breast.
“Somewhere private. I have a proposition for you, Kora.” He didn’t look at me, but I could feel him watching me all the same. It made me feel hot, made my sex slick and tits heavy.
“Yes? What’s that? Sir.” I licked my lips, my mouth dry.
“Patience,” He dismissed, the hand on my back brushing up and down the curve of my spine through my silks. “All good things to those who wait.”
Up and down, up and down, getting lower and lower until his hand brushed under the folds of my uniform. I felt my legs start to tremble. Tingles shivered out from where skin touched skin, spiralling straight up to my poor, neglected clit.
I clamp my legs together, trapping his hand between them even as I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for some friction to quell the need raging down there.
“Open,”
I had never enjoyed being bossed around, but the quiet authority in his tone made it feel so right, even as my body screamed in protest. I obeyed, splaying my thighs as far as they would comfortably go. Then his fingers took over, his hand cupping my greedy sex.
“Already so wet?” His tongue slid around the shell of my ear as one of his digits slid through my creamy folds to circle my clit. “Want more?”
“Please…” My tone was breathy, desperate and pleading. I couldn’t stop myself from fisting his top and clinging to him for dear life as my legs almost gave way, the spike of pleasure from the contact going from my core to my fingertips.
“Please?” the senator parroted, pressing down on my little bundle of nerves before drawing the finger back.
I bit back my protest, along with half a dozen sarcastic retorts. “Please… Sir-ohh!” As he pushed his thick finger into me, my mouth fell open in a low moan and his mouth crushed against mine.
It was not a soft kiss. It was hungry and violent. His mouth claimed mine, the silky softness of his tongue mirroring the strokes of his finger, delving inside me with an expertise that had my core tightening. It was too much. I couldn’t stand it. Despite myself, my hips rolled, my blood pumping fast and hot as the world spun around us and–
He pulled away as the elevator chimed, his finger slipping out of my heat and leaving me feeling woefully empty. Breathing hard, I leaned up on my tiptoes to follow, but the Senator just stepped around me, through the opening doors into…
Oh my god! It’s Hades’s Palace…
I’d thought it was just a joke. A gag to play on the F.N.G.s, (The Fucking New Gods), but there it was.
The word was, it was a premium extra exclusive add on that was available to only one member of the Olympus Club. None of the staff; maidens or even the attendants, knew which member it was, so most of them thought it was a myth, like most of the other stories they’d heard about The Underworld.
I couldn’t believe it. Hade’s Palace, the secret, exclusive penthouse/ fuck pad was real!
Stepping out of the elevator, I seemed to move from the light into the nightscape of New York City. Though no lights were on inside, the radiance of the city, and the full moon above, glowed through the tall windows and balcony’s French doors, giving it an almost starlit twilight.
It was too dark for me to make out much furniture, but I could tell what there was, was carved from polished black stone, as were the floor tiles and architecture. Everything was stone, except for the four-poster bed. A king-size, of course, fitted with raven silk sheets and piled high with what could only have been the biggest, softest pillows I have ever seen.
I wasn’t sure where to look, so instead I focused on the one familiar fixture of the room.
