Page 29 of Hades’ Revenge

“I wanted you to obey me.” He tangled my hair in his firm hold. “Let’s see if you can do that now.” He coerced me to the floor. “On your knees.”

I dropped down and gazed up at him. “But I need…” My eyes widened when I realized this was the punishment. “You’re torturing me.”

“I’m breaking you in.” He took my chin between his fingers. “The sooner you learn what I expect, the better it will be for both of us.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to soothe the ache between them.

“A girl who can listen gets fucked whenever she wants.” He smirked. “I made you come several times last night. Your body responds to my touch, my lips, my hands, my cock.”

The burning sensation between my legs that stayed with me all day today was a constant reminder that I needed him to unleash more. I wanted him to show me what else he could do to me. What I was capable of doing for him.

“I’ll listen next time.”

“I’m happy to hear that, but let’s make sure that’s true.”

He slid his hand to my throat, applying enough pressure to make me aware that my breathing became restricted. His dark stare held me at his mercy.

“Show me what you can do with that sexy mouth.” He let go of my neck and caressed my cheek. “Make me come with your tongue, your lips, and your teeth.”

“I’ve never…” I had experimented two times with this jerk in high school but I never made him finish. “I don’t know if I can make you come like that.”

“I promise you can.” He traced his finger across my lips. “You gave me a tease last night, but now I want you to please me as only you can.”

My desire for him grew stronger when he pressed on my bottom lip, guiding me to open my mouth. He took the base of his length and swiped the tip along my lips, allowing me to taste the pre-cum that had formed there.

“Come on, little minnow.” He closed his eyes and… Was that a growl? “Capri.”

His raspy voice called to me when I sucked him into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could. His feral moans and strained grunts fueled me to keep going. I must have been doing something right, because the more I licked and scraped, the faster he shifted against my face.

As he twisted his fingers in my hair, tugging and setting the pace, I squeezed his base in my hand and jerked in time with his thrusts. His moans grew louder, and he muttered words I didn’t understand. Sexy words in his native Greek tongue. I didn’t care what he said but his voice and the foreign phrases turned me on even more. My arousal dripped down my thighs as my body begged for immediate attention.

While I continued to bring him closer to the edge, I dropped my hand between my legs and skimmed my fingers along my entrance, but before I could penetrate myself, he bent down and grabbed my upper arm.

“No,” he said. “This is a punishment, and you’re not going to get what you need unless I say so.”

Hell!

I inhaled, trying to settle down, but it was no use. I was too stimulated to relax, but I kept my mouth full with his cock. I delighted in his taste and devoured his erotic sounds.

Every muscle in my system coiled so tight I feared they would snap. All of my nerve endings tingled. My thighs twitched with need as sweat trickled down my back. But I kept pleasing him, and in return, he rewarded me with praise and affection.

“That’s my girl.” He let up on the fierce rhythm of his pelvis and the grasp in my hair wasn’t as jarring. “You’re the only one I want,” he whispered. “Your mouth, your touch, all of you.”

Clenching my palm tight, I hummed around him. His words alone were going to make me come. Is that possible?

“You’re mine.” He took my face between his hands, slowing me down and gazing into my eyes with an intensity that drew me in even further. “I knew it from the moment I saw you sitting at the bar.”

I felt it then too. I just didn’t understand it.

“Fuck…” he roared out as he released into my mouth.

I jerked my head back, but he held my face still as he emptied every drop, forcing me to swallow around him.

“See.” He pulled out of my mouth and stroked my cheek. “I knew you could do it.”

I licked my lips and wiped my jaw with my knuckles as he adjusted his pants and tucked his shirt back in, returning to his meticulous state. A tinge of disappointment plagued me when I realized I wasn’t going to get the satisfaction I craved from him.

He offered his hand and helped me off the floor, tugging me to him. Reaching down, he drug my thong up my thighs and put it back into place. Frustration radiated through me.