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suddenly.
I jumped in his arms and my eyes flew open to meet his. He shook his head minutely and I took a shuddering breath and settled back into his embrace.
“You like that?” he asked quietly as he stroked my nipple again. A little whine escaped the back of my throat and I nodded. “Say it,” he demanded, and I raised my eyes to his and licked my lips before answering. “Yes.”
“You like to be watched,” he whispered against my hair as we swayed to the new song playing. “The thrill of possibly being seen, of being caught, it excites you—it makes you wet.” He chuckled at my gasp, and I felt the wetness that he predicted as it spread.
“Tonight you are mine. You like being mine,” satisfaction laced his voice. “Perhaps I should let everyone here watch you—watch the flush cover your skin, watch you tremble in my arms, watch as I bring you to your peak again and again.” His voice had lost its smooth satisfied sound and instead was gravelly with his desire, and I rubbed myself against him to show him how he was affecting me.
His words excited me—they always excited me—and I played Persephone to him as he lured me into the darkness with his power and control.
“Please,” I whispered to him, afraid of wishing and of getting what I wished for.
“Please?” He replied. “I will do as I please.” His hand dropped from my breast and cupped my ass, squeezing it. Then he trailed his fingers lightly along my bared spine sending shockwaves of goose bumps radiating out from his touch, each contact making me wetter in anticipation.
Before I knew what he was intending he had led us outside and onto a wide walk that ran along the ballroom. French doors lined the walk and people were milling in and out as he led me towards the balustrade.
He didn’t speak. My skirt brushed against the stone and the split was held wide. Hades took the opportunity and slid his hand up along my thigh, high under the material. He’d chosen silk stockings and a hosiery belt, and now I understood why. His fingers traced along their edge and then up until he dragged his thumbnail across the crotch of my panties.
My legs were shaking and I was breathless. I held tightly to his upper arm, afraid that if I let go I’d melt to the ground in a boneless heap.
Hades had raised his other hand and had pulled my halter aside. His body shielded me mostly from view, but as the night air drifted across my exposed skin I felt my nipples harden to adamantine and I groaned.
“You have beautiful breasts—just tempting me to taste and touch. Just look at how hard your nipples are! See that man by the cedar?” Hades asked, his voice even and matter-of-fact. My eyes flew towards one of the French doors. A man was standing in the shadow, his eyes locked on us.
“He’s looking at you—looking at those beautiful breasts—not entirely certain of what he’s seeing. But he’s hard. From looking at you . His voice dipped and he lowered his mouth to the juncture of my shoulder and my throat where he gently lapped at the skin.
“He wishes he could be touching you, tasting you,” Hades whispered, “but he’ll have to settle for the fantasy, because no one will ever touch you the way I do.”
As he spoke he tugged on my bare nipple and I felt another gush of wetness spread between my legs.
“Hades… we can’t,” I began, only to be cut off.
“We can, and we will,” he growled softly. “I am going to make you come. Right here, right now, with everyone around. I’m going to raise this skirt and thrust my fingers inside your wet pussy until you’re shuddering and whimpering for more.”
He had pulled aside the fabric of my panties and had been stroking gently across my slippery skin, but as he finished speaking he thrust two fingers inside and I bucked against his hand.
I tossed my curls aside and
I jumped in his arms and my eyes flew open to meet his. He shook his head minutely and I took a shuddering breath and settled back into his embrace.
“You like that?” he asked quietly as he stroked my nipple again. A little whine escaped the back of my throat and I nodded. “Say it,” he demanded, and I raised my eyes to his and licked my lips before answering. “Yes.”
“You like to be watched,” he whispered against my hair as we swayed to the new song playing. “The thrill of possibly being seen, of being caught, it excites you—it makes you wet.” He chuckled at my gasp, and I felt the wetness that he predicted as it spread.
“Tonight you are mine. You like being mine,” satisfaction laced his voice. “Perhaps I should let everyone here watch you—watch the flush cover your skin, watch you tremble in my arms, watch as I bring you to your peak again and again.” His voice had lost its smooth satisfied sound and instead was gravelly with his desire, and I rubbed myself against him to show him how he was affecting me.
His words excited me—they always excited me—and I played Persephone to him as he lured me into the darkness with his power and control.
“Please,” I whispered to him, afraid of wishing and of getting what I wished for.
“Please?” He replied. “I will do as I please.” His hand dropped from my breast and cupped my ass, squeezing it. Then he trailed his fingers lightly along my bared spine sending shockwaves of goose bumps radiating out from his touch, each contact making me wetter in anticipation.
Before I knew what he was intending he had led us outside and onto a wide walk that ran along the ballroom. French doors lined the walk and people were milling in and out as he led me towards the balustrade.
He didn’t speak. My skirt brushed against the stone and the split was held wide. Hades took the opportunity and slid his hand up along my thigh, high under the material. He’d chosen silk stockings and a hosiery belt, and now I understood why. His fingers traced along their edge and then up until he dragged his thumbnail across the crotch of my panties.
My legs were shaking and I was breathless. I held tightly to his upper arm, afraid that if I let go I’d melt to the ground in a boneless heap.
Hades had raised his other hand and had pulled my halter aside. His body shielded me mostly from view, but as the night air drifted across my exposed skin I felt my nipples harden to adamantine and I groaned.
“You have beautiful breasts—just tempting me to taste and touch. Just look at how hard your nipples are! See that man by the cedar?” Hades asked, his voice even and matter-of-fact. My eyes flew towards one of the French doors. A man was standing in the shadow, his eyes locked on us.
“He’s looking at you—looking at those beautiful breasts—not entirely certain of what he’s seeing. But he’s hard. From looking at you . His voice dipped and he lowered his mouth to the juncture of my shoulder and my throat where he gently lapped at the skin.
“He wishes he could be touching you, tasting you,” Hades whispered, “but he’ll have to settle for the fantasy, because no one will ever touch you the way I do.”
As he spoke he tugged on my bare nipple and I felt another gush of wetness spread between my legs.
“Hades… we can’t,” I began, only to be cut off.
“We can, and we will,” he growled softly. “I am going to make you come. Right here, right now, with everyone around. I’m going to raise this skirt and thrust my fingers inside your wet pussy until you’re shuddering and whimpering for more.”
He had pulled aside the fabric of my panties and had been stroking gently across my slippery skin, but as he finished speaking he thrust two fingers inside and I bucked against his hand.
I tossed my curls aside and
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