Page 74 of Learn My Lesson
Curiosity curls through me, but I release Hercules to allow him to kiss Hades in greeting. He takes up a position at Hades’s shoulder, his warm presence a promise for later. Soon. But first, we’re going to enjoy the show.
Ursa is the last to arrive with her two partners in tow. She’s wearing a deep red dress that kisses the ground with every step, and her lipstick is a perfect match to the color. Behind her, both Zurielle and Alaric are dressed in black, him in a pair of slacks and nothing else, her in a short dress that looks one good yank away from being removed entirely. Ursa always did like to have easy access to her submissives. She takes up the remaining couch and tugs Zurielle down next to her. Alaric kneels at her feet and leans against her legs. She feathers her fingers through his dark hair, a smile pulling at her lips. Contentment. Happiness.
There’s so much of it going around, and little of it has anything to do with the time of year. No, this is nothing so fleeting. I twist a little to look at Hades. “Carver City is stronger for this.”
“Yes.” He’s gazing at each of the territory leaders. “We’re all stronger for it.”
As if on cue, Aurora and Malone walk through the door. I stare. Malone is wearing a bright red spandex catsuit that shows off her lean body. That isn’t what catches and holds my attention. It’s not the fact that she’s got a leash attached to the black leather collar around Aurora’s throat—a new addition, if I’m not mistaken. No, what surprises the hell out of me is that she’s got horns.
“What?” I whisper.
Hercules clears his throat. “Apparently she decided that Satan and Santa and, uh, Krampus are all close enough to be considered festival holiday kink-wear.”?3
Aurora is wearing a filmy white dress that almost looks like a stylized poncho over her torso, hips, and thighs. It glitters a little beneath the lights, giving the impression of freshly fallen snow. She’s got her dark hair pulled back into a slick ponytail and has makeup on that causes her cheekbones to glitter as well.
They look like the strangest Beauty and the Beast I’ve ever seen, but it’s sexier than I could have imagined. I exhale slowly. “Hades.”
“Mmm?”
“I think I might be developing a horn fetish.”
His low chuckle promises all sorts of kinky activities. “I’m more than happy to explore that with you, love.” His hands tighten on my hips the tiniest bit. “I think our Hercules would look particularly stunning with ram horns.”
I look at Hercules, and it’s all too easy to picture the large, curved horns, a similar color to his blond hair. “I like that idea a lot. It will give me something to hold on to while he’s eating my pussy.”
Hercules flushes a bright red. “Why is that so hot?”
“Hush, you two. The show’s about to start.”
As we watch, Malone cuffs Aurora to a hook suspended from the ceiling—a special request. It puts Aurora’s mouthwatering body on display, the dress doing nothing to hide her. She almost looks like she should be perched on top of one of the trees, a sinful angel ready to bless all are carnal activities in this room. The whimsical thought makes me smile.
I expect a beating. Malone’s partial to them, and so is Aurora. I don’t expect Malone to pull lengths upon lengths of crimson rope from her bag. “Interesting. Someone’s in the mood to torment tonight.”
Malone moves around Aurora, her body gleaming beneath the catsuit in the low lights. They create quite the picture, and it only gets hotter as she weaves the rope around Aurora in an intricate patter than ladders up between her breasts. Combined with the glimmering transparent dress, she looks like the best kind of gift to be found beneath the tree. “Nice,” I murmur.
“She doesn’t do rope work often, but she’s as skilled at it as with anything else.”
I don’t roll my eyes at how begrudging Hades’s compliment is, but it’s a near thing. Hercules makes a choked noise, bringing me back to the scene. I nearly laugh out loud.
Malone has attached a sprig of mistletoe to the ropes around Aurora’s waist.
Right above her pussy.
Malone turns with a sweep of her arms. “It wouldn’t be the holidays without a little gift giving. Please enjoy my submissive.”
The look on Aurora’s face is half-shock, half-anticipation. Obviously this is a surprise to her as well. But her slow smile says it all. Once again, her Domme, her partner, has seen to her needs. Honestly, with how well Malone treats Aurora these days, I almost like the bitch.
What doesn’t surprise anyone is that Isabelle is the first to scramble to her feet. Beast gives her ass a light slap and then she’s off, moving to where Malone and Aurora are in the center of the room. She sinks gracefully to her knees and bows her head. “May I?”
Malone’s smile is knife sharp. “By all means.”
Isabelle is a little tease, because she doesn’t bother to lift Aurora’s dress; she just kisses her pussy through the thin fabric. Aurora whimpers, the prettiest little sound that indicates Isabelle’s playing with her clit. Gods, that’s sexy. The whole thing. The scene, the audience watching, the lust growing thick in the air.
And then Hades’s hand is on the front of my pants, undoing them with practiced ease. He doesn’t say a word as he slides his fingers into my panties and idly strokes my clit. “Aurora seems to like Isabelle just fine.”
“Of course she does.” I lean back more fully against him, letting him support me as he pushes two fingers into my pussy. “Isabelle’s about to make her come.”
I barely notice Gaeton moving. One minute he’s lounging on the couch next to Beast, watching his wife eat out another woman, and the next he ambles up and drags her off Aurora. He speaks softly with Malone as he delves his hand up Aurora’s dress. Isabelle transfers her attention to her husband, undoing his pants and beginning to suck his cock without missing a beat.
