Page 78 of Deadmen's Captive

"Open up," he insisted, the corner of his mouth quivering upwards.

I parted my lips, letting him feed me. The flavours exploded on my tongue—rich and decadent. His thumb brushed my lower lip, wiping away a stray crumb, and a jolt of heat shot through me.

"Good girl," he murmured, approval lacing his voice.

I ate every bite that Nate fed me, and only when I was full did he start eating himself, keeping me pinned tightly to his lap. I felt his hand slide down, fingers tracing the bare skin of my thigh under the satin dress. Heat pooled between my legs instantly, still aching from Bast’s torture earlier in the evening, and my breath caught. He didn’t react, just continued to eat, his fingers making small circles as they inched up my thigh.

I leaned back against Nate’s broad chest, opening my legs wider under the table as his fingers brushed over my bare lips. I had been shocked to find my costume for tonight had not contained underwear, and for a moment I had considered leaving my own on. They would have ruined the look of the dress though, and a brief moment of daring had me leaving them off. The whole reason I’d agreed to stay as their Persephone was to push my boundaries, to shake off the good little girl image that had been forced upon me my whole life. Now I was glad I’d gone through with it.

I wriggled against him, needing more, and I felt his hard cock pressing into my ass underneath. It sent a bolt of heat through me, and as Nate suddenly pushed a finger deep into my pussy, I moaned, surprise making me forget where we were. Students and businessmen looked up from the nearest table, their eyes fixed on my face, and though I knew they couldn’t see what Nate was doing under the table, I blushed, and grabbed at his hand.

“Oh no, Persephone, that’s not how this works, remember? We own you,” Nate reminded me, starting to slide his finger in and out of my pussy.

“Nate, Nate they're watching!” I hissed in his ear.

“Mmm, yes they are,” he said, increasing his speed. I squirmed against him, but he held me tight as he fucked me with his finger. It was slow and drawn out, and utterly torturous. The men nearby didn’t take their eyes off me, and I felt like they could see everything. I felt dirty and cheap, and so fucking turned on. Shame filled me again, my mother’s face filling my mind, her lips sneering as she called me a dirty little whore, and I panicked. What the hell was I doing?

"Nate, stop it," I pleaded, attempting to squirm away from his touch. Yet he only tightened his grip around my waist, holding me firmly in place.

"Quiet, Paige," he ordered softly in my ear, his tone stern yet seductive. He moved his thumb up to my clit and rubbed slow circles around it. My breath hitched and heat flooded through me.

"Nate..." I whimpered, clutching onto his arm tightly as my body responded to his touch.

"That's it, baby," he said. “Look at them all, watching you. You’re so fucking beautiful, and your little pussy is so tight around my finger.”

A gasp slipped past my lips as Nate introduced another finger inside of me, stretching and filling me up. His thumb never stopped its torturous circles against my clit.

"Like it when they watch you?" He whispered into my ear, his voice rough.

I shook my head furiously but my body betrayed me as I pressed back against him, craving more. He chuckled and added another finger, pumping them faster. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, and tightened my grip on the wooden armrest of his chair.

I was so caught up in the increasing pleasure that I didn't notice Bast had got up and was standing right in front of us. His gaze was intense, his black eyes boring into mine. Even though he didn't touch me, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me under his gaze. There was a long pause before Bast finally broke the silence.

"Nate," he said, his voice commanding and cold as ice. Nate abruptly stopped his movements making me whimper in protest before I could stop myself. A smirk played on Bast's lips at the sound.

"Get up." Bast ordered. I blinked in confusion but Nate immediately shifted beneath me and gently set me on my feet next to him. His fingers still inside me, he slowly pulled them out, making me gasp.

Bast turned away, nodding at the servers who scurried forward to clear the tables. I leaned against Nate’s chair, my face red with embarrassment, my legs shaky from being so close to coming. They returned to carry away the tables from the platform, leaving only the thrones. The rest of the room was being cleared, and a hush fell as Bast spoke again.

“Persephone, I have a gift for you.”

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Bast moved towards me, holding something behind his back which he produced with a flourish to a smatter of cheers. I looked down in confusion. It was a black velvet cushion. I reached out slowly and took it from him, looking up at his face.

Bast smiled and a chill ran through me. “This is for you, for when you serve us.” Another few jeers from the crowd. Bast turned and took his seat in his throne, then looked up at me.

“Well, Persephone? It's time to serve your masters. Get on your knees.”

I stared at him, my mouth falling open. “What?”

“You heard me. Kneel. Now,” he commanded.

I swallowed hard as he reached down and I heard the zip of his trousers. He pulled out his cock half hard already, and began to fist it slowly, his dark eyes fixed on mine. “I’m not a patient man, Persephone.”

I couldn't believe what I was doing as I walked slowly towards him, dropping the cushion between his parted legs and standing between them.

“Bast!” I hissed at him. “I'm not wearing any underwear!”

“I know. Now kneel in front of Hades.”

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