Page 24 of Learn My Lesson
Hades uncuffs Meg and keeps her steady as he guides her to turn around. I expect him to bring her back to the couch, maybe cuddle her a little bit, offer some kind of aftercare. He doesn’t. He cuffs her wrists back to the cross, pressing her hard enough that she lets loose another of those desperate moans. Tear tracks mark her face and her entire body is flushed and shaking. She looks like she’s been through a war, but there’s something in those blue eyes that stills me. A peace I’ve never seen on her face before.
Hades wipes her tears away with his thumbs and kisses her softly. When he lifts his head, he doesn’t look away from her. “Come here, little Hercules.”
It takes a long moment for it to penetrate that he’s talking to me and another long moment to climb to my feet and walk to him. I can’t hide my giant cockstand, and considering Hades jerked me off not too long ago, I don’t bother to try. He motions me forward with an imperial gesture, still not looking to ensure I obey. Why would he need to, though? I’ve already promised him obedience. In this moment, it feels like I’ve promised him a whole lot more.
He catches my wrist and pulls me the last foot forward. This close, I can see that Meg’s nipples are hard points and that the flush in her skin isn’t solely from pain. Hades shoves my hand between her thighs and presses two of my fingers deep inside her. “Jesus,” I breathe. She’s so fucking wet. She clamps around my fingers, and I can’t help pumping a little.
“You have a choice, little Hercules.”
I can’t drag my gaze from Meg—her face, her body, her pussy wetting my fingers. “What choice?”
“You can continue to observe.” His pause holds legions. “Or you can join.”
If I’m smart, I’ll retreat to the couch. These two are masters who have already proven they won’t hesitate to manipulate me to further whatever their endgame is. I’m in over my head, and there isn’t a life raft in sight. I find myself nodding. “I’ll join.”
“Perfect.” He strokes a possessive hand down my spine, stopping at the top of my shorts. “On your knees.”
I have to stop finger-fucking Meg to obey, and she makes a little keening sound that punches me right in the chest. I want more than anything in that moment to give her the orgasm she’s obviously aching for. I take a step forward, but Hades catches my shoulder. “Ah-ah. Obedience is the first rule.” He moves to stand at my back, pressing his entire body against me. The feeling of him clothed while I’m standing nearly naked makes every muscle clench. His voice in my ear only heightens the feverish desire in my blood. “On your knees.”
I slowly sink to my knees between them, Hades’s hand still clasped hard on my shoulder. I lick my lips and fight the impulse to lean in and lick her.
“Remind me of your safe word.” His thumb brushes my neck, a touch I’m half sure I’ve imagined.
“Olympus,” I breathe.
“Don’t move.” He gives my shoulder one last squeeze and then his heat at my back is gone.
I obey. I can’t help but do exactly what he says. Some awareness has filtered back into Meg’s gaze, and she watches me with the kind of anticipation that requires fighting not to close the distance between us. Hades doesn’t make me wait long. He reappears next to us with a flogger in his hand. “This is where we start you, little Hercules.” He flicks it against my chest. It stings a little bit, but I’m not sure I’d call it actual pain. Whatever Hades sees in my face satisfies him because he moves to stand behind me again, though this time he doesn’t touch me.
His next command lashes me with more force than the flogger did. “Make her come.” I open my mouth to ask Meg what she wants, but Hades anticipates me. “Now, Hercules. You both belong to me and me alone. My Meg deserves a reward, and I’ve decided that your tongue will do nicely. Do try not to come in your pants.”?1
Anger rises, and I welcome it. Just a game. This is all just a game to both of them. I move to Meg and wedge my hands under her thighs, lifting and spreading her. She’s helpless like this in a way she wasn’t the last time we were together. It feels like we’re on equal footing for the first time since I met her.
On our knees before Hades.
I lean down and drag my tongue over her. Meg gasps, and I can’t tell if it’s the feeling of my mouth or the pain of her ass pressed against the cross. I start to back up but freeze when pain sparks along my shoulders. I already know what happened. Hades struck me with the flogger. A reminder to obey, maybe. Or maybe he just wants to beat me the way he beat Meg. The thought sends sparks down my spine. I want it. I don’t give a fuck if I shouldn’t; I want it. I hold Meg’s gaze as I begin fucking her with my tongue the way I was commanded. An instrument of Hades’s will. With every thrust, he whips me, driving me higher, sinking into the pleasure of her taste even as pain melts into a hot, dark blanket at my back.
Meg moves as much as she’s able, rolling her hips to grind against my mouth, her blue eyes glazed with something more profound than pleasure. Something deeper. Her breath comes in gasping inhales that I begin to match without having any intention of it. It’s like Hades and Meg strip down some instrumental human part of me, leaving only beast.
I suck on her clit hard, desperate in my need for her, and her head falls back as a moan slips free. She’s close. I’m afraid that I’m closer. The burning across my back and ass settles beneath my skin, drawing my balls up and sawing my breath in my lungs. “Fuck.”
“Make her come, little Hercules.” The snap in Hades’s voice brings me back to myself just a little. Meg tries to reach for me, but her cuffs hold her immobile. It’s so sexy, I can barely stand it. I growl against her skin.
“Problem?” This time, Hades’s voice is closer. I tense the barest fraction of a second before he kneels and he’s pressed against my back again. This time I can’t hold back a moan. The friction of his clothing against my smarting skin is almost too much. I clench my jaw and fight to keep from orgasming on the spot. Then Hades’s voice is in my ear again, making it worse. “If you needed help making Meg come, you should have just asked.”
Humiliation lashes me more intensely than the flogger did. Somehow that makes everything hotter. I want to please her, to please him. I can make her come with my mouth. I know I can. She’s close.
But I’m not in charge. Hades is.
He reaches around me and presses his hand to Meg’s pussy. I watch him push three fingers into her hard, already knowing exactly what she needs, and my strange shame burns hotter. Worse in some ways, as he presses his cock against my ass, and I can’t help resenting the clothing barrier between us. I can imagine him driving just as deep into me as his fingers are into Meg right now. No, better than that. I can imagine him fucking me as I fuck her, even if it’d really be Hades fucking us both.
“You’re getting distracted, little Hercules.” He switches hands, delving the one still wet with Meg’s desire into my pants as he starts fucking her again with his other. He grips my cock tight and I can’t fight back a moan. Hades’s chuckle is cruel. “It would be a shame if you came before she does.”
Just like that, I can’t hold on any longer. I suck hard on Meg’s clit and come into Hades’s hand, and it’s only his clever fingers that have her following me over the edge. The pleasure goes on and on, wave after wave until my body goes limp and it’s only Hades’s arms around me that keep me from slumping over.
I rest my forehead against Meg’s stomach. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” she whispers. She still doesn’t sound like herself, but I get that now. I don’t sound like myself in this moment either.
