by Jen YatesNZ
With that thought a strange sound erupted out of her, somewhere between a moan and a giggle.
Dragging hot kisses across the valley between her breasts, he stopped long enough to ask, ‘Do you enjoy this, my Angular Jane?’
‘Mmnh—yes!’
His chuckle against her nipple set small vibrations sizzling through some direct pathway to her—cunny! Oh Lord! Not only new sensations and experiences, but a new language!
‘Moan for me,’ he demanded, and when somehow she still managed to withhold that embarrassing sound, he lifted his head away from her breast and her wet nipples were suddenly cold in the night air.
‘I think I’ll lie here and enjoy the vision of you, laid out naked for my pleasure,’ he murmured, ‘since you don’t seem to enjoy my ministrations.’
Before she realized what he was doing, he’d clasped her wrists together in one hand and pressed them to the pillow above her head.
‘Beautiful,’ the devil proclaimed, eyes a smoking hot grey. ‘Did you not enjoy my suckling?’
She managed to close her eyes yet nod her head. She’d die if he didn’t continue.
‘Then moan for me, Jane. Let your body take over and give me what I’m asking you for. Your body knows what it wants. Give me everything I demand from you, my beautiful Jezebel Jane. You won’t be sorry.’
His voice hot and raspy with demand, he dropped his mouth to her right breast while kneading her left nipple in wickedly agile fingers. Lost in the exquisite sensations, it was a minute before she realized he’d rolled partially over her. His right hand still held both of hers trapped above her head and his knee pressed between her legs, up against her—cunny, hard.
A moan escaped her then, and a cry of need, as he began applying a rhythmic pressure between her legs, pressing hard, then releasing.
‘Oh!’ she gasped. ‘Hades, please—’
‘Hades, please what?’ he demanded. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
‘I—No! I—’
‘What?’ he growled, trailing kisses and—God!—hot swipes of his tongue down into her navel, and further down—dear Lord, where would he stop?
‘What—do—you—want?’ he all but snarled into the soft thatch of hair covering her cunny.
‘Dammit!—I don’t know!’
‘Ah, Jane,’ he murmured, lifting his head so her eyes flew open to see him watching her writhe with heated satisfaction. ‘Do you trust me to give you what you want?’
‘Yes!’
His head went down again, his mouth now centered—right there—and he was suckling as he’d done at her breasts. Releasing her hands, he now gripped her hips.
The feeling of being in his control was indescribable. With a blinding flash she realized this was what she’d been fighting ever since she was a teenager; the absolute, soul deep desire to surrender herself to Hades Delacourte. That scarcely understood need had frightened her and she’d fought it with taunts and nicknames he’d freely traded with her.
And here she was—surrendered, and it was the most amazing—awesome—What was he doing? Kneeling between her legs now, he was gripping her knees and pushing them high and wide while he feasted as if she were the first meal he’d had in days.
‘Oh God, Hades! I’m—Oh God!’
‘Scream if you want to, my love,’ he commended, then dipped his tongue hard and deep inside where he’d made her so hot and wet, until she felt she might simply explode.
‘Ha—deees!’
With disbelief she heard herself cry out his name, long and loud, and she didn’t care because he’d drawn a response from her body she could never have imagined. Nor did he let up, teasing and tormenting a small nubbin of flesh almost inside her, building a torturous tension deep in her belly until it ignited and rolled through her in waves of intense ecstasy.
Then he replaced his mouth with his hand and brought his lips to hers, kissing deeply and sharing the taste of her first orgasm with her.
‘How was that?’ he asked, lifting his lips only a whisper away from hers.
‘Oh, my God! How can something that amazing be—sinful?’
And how could she say she was so glad it had been him who’d shared it with her? Nor could she tell him she’d probably never do it with anyone else.
He lifted his head a little higher and smiled down at her, a heart-stopping smile tearing at something deep within. This close his eyes were works of exquisite art; sunlit brilliants dancing on a lake in the first rays of dawn.
‘Labelling it sinful is probably parents trying to keep their daughters safe.—You realize we’ve just begun?’
‘Yes—for I don’t believe you’ve done—what I paid for yet!’
He quirked an eyebrow at her and when she allowed her own cheeky smile to light her eyes, his darkened and the dancing sparkles became tiny bolts of fire. The moment was alchemical as it dawned on her she excited him in the same way he excited her.
He was not the only one with power, and with that realization came another. Their lifelong habit of teasing and taunting had been a dress rehearsal for the real show. They’d been playing man-woman games for years—in an innocent fashion—on her part at least.
There was no doubt Hades Delacourte knew what he’d been about from an early age!
‘You’re demanding your money’s worth?’ he growled.
‘I am,—rent-boy. I definitely require what I’ve paid for!’
His eyes smoldered, then he threw back his head with a roar of laughter, and she grinned up at him. It had never occurred to her she’d find herself enjoying this night.
Cords stood out down his neck, muscles flexed across his chest, and candlelight glittered off the dark, silky hair arrowing down to his stomach. She wanted to stare, to touch. Raising a tentative thumb and finger to a flat male nipple, she rolled the small nubbin between them.
His laughter faded to a kind of growl, which she thought might mean he liked it—as she’d liked it when he’d done the same to her. But she released him—just in case.
‘May I—touch you too—like that?’
‘Any way you damned well like, sweetheart. Just keep in mind it usually involves consequences.’
‘Consequences?’
‘Mmm,’ he murmured, immediately rolling one of her nipples firmly between thumb and finger while bending his mouth to the other.
‘Not fair!’ she cried, trying to push him away. ‘It’s my turn to—’
‘Oh no, my Angular Jane. Tonight is about your pleasure. You’ve paid for the Master to give you one night of pleasure to include the removal of a certain—obstacle—to that pleasure. When the Master has delivered what has already been paid for, then we will discuss what further services you might like the Master to provide. If the price is right, that is.’
‘Pay? For further services! I will not!’
A wicked chuckle rumbled in his chest and he lifted his head to hover above her lips and locked his gaze with hers.
‘You’ll pay, my lovely Jane,’ he promised. ‘Though not with money. You’ll pay in ways you probably can’t imagine—and which you’ll enjoy,’ he growled, dropping hot searing kisses on her mouth, her breasts, her navel, ‘very, very much.’
Then he curled his body down between her legs and began kissing her there with intense devotion. Immediately, she was writhing and moaning and begging for more. He made her shameless!
‘Goddammit, woman! You make a man forget himself!’ he rasped, suddenly leaping off the bed and opening the drawer in the nightstand. Muttering something about ‘hoping the damn thing fitted’, he removed a small neat envelope, a blue bottle labelled Olive Oil in a fancy script, and a small linen towel.
With rapid movements he ripped the envelope open, pulled out whatever was in it and slipped it under the pillow by Jane’s head. The towel he placed next to the pillow, then he pulled the stopper from the bottle and set it within easy reach on the corner of the nightstand.
Dropping to her side, he laid a hand against her cheek and gaze
d at her with somber eyes.
‘Know what?’ he asked with a hint of vulnerability in his voice, as if he didn’t quite believe what he was going to admit.
‘What?’ she asked softly, her insides melting.
‘I’m—kind of—nervous! Almost as bad as I felt the first time I did this! I want it to be good for you, Jane, and I believe it rarely is for a woman, her first time.’
This man! Jane knew her heart was in her eyes. She couldn’t allow him to see that.
‘Hades? Will you just do it? You can worry about good later—when it’s done. Because the purpose of doing this was—so I could have—an affair with you. So, I’m hoping there’ll be plenty of times for you to show me—good. Unless, you’ve changed your mind about that?’
His look of disbelief altered, but was still evident.
‘You, Angular Jane, are unbelievable,’ he muttered, pulling her into his arms. ‘How the hell you’ve stayed a virgin this long I’m damned if I know! And you won’t be for much longer, I promise you. And later? You can bet every last pound in the Bank of England, there will be—later.’
Then his hands and mouth were everywhere and Jane barely had time to draw breath between one exquisite sensation and the next, before he was moving on and drawing from her every incoherent sound and pleading word he’d told her she’d utter.
On the verge of exploding for a third time and knowing what was coming, Jane was lost in a world of pure sensation beginning and ending with Hades’ mouth and hands, when he rose up between her legs and pinned her hands above her head.
‘I’m going to enter you now, my love,’ he rasped. ‘I’m going to do it naked because I want to feel you—and I want you to feel me as you take me into your body this first time. Then I’ll pull out and use a condom—’
‘Condom?’
Another new word, though she really didn’t want to focus on that right now.
‘The French like to call them ‘English Riding Coats’. We call them ‘French Letters’! They’re a cover for my cock to prevent—unwanted consequences.’
‘Oh!’
No other word would form on her lips or in her mind.
Hades Delacourte, grey eyes smoldering, gazed down at her as if she, and only she, filled his world. Her heart was like to burst in her chest, then his indescribable mouth and hands were taking her into that place of pure sensation only he’d ever shown her, and she forgot about her heart, or anything else, but Hades.
‘Hades!’ she cried. ‘Oh God, please, now!’
Growling his agreement, he entered her, slowly, far—too—slowly.
‘Hades—please!’ Gripping his taut, straining buttocks, she dragged him into her. ‘Please!’
With a single hard thrust he filled her. Lord, he felt huge—painful. She breathed deep and the discomfort gradually subsided.
‘Yes! Hades!’ she whispered and when she opened her eyes to look up at him his outline was blurred.
His thumbs pressed the tears from the corners of her eyes.
‘Are you all right? Shall I pull out?’
Another breath, the tears cleared and she saw the dark concern in eyes the luminous misty grey of moonstone.
‘I’m wonderful. And it feels easier the longer you stay there. Oh, Hades, finally. Finally!’ she whispered again. ‘Now—show me good!’
The smile, starting in his eyes and gradually forming a wicked curve on his lips, caused her hips to buck beneath him. The smile transposed to something else entirely.
Focused, burning, intent.
His hips rose and fell again, seating deeper with each thrust.
‘Feel me? Inside you?’
‘Yes! You fill me—so full. It’s wonderful.’
‘Ah, Jane!’
He thrust deeply a few more times, then pulled right out.
At her protest, he said huskily, ‘Darling—got to put on my riding coat—’
Wiping himself rapidly with the small towel, he drew the snug-fitting condom over his rigid cock, tying the strings at the base. Then he smeared the length of it with oil from the blue bottle.
Back between her legs he spread the outer petals of her vagina and applied his tongue to the sensitive inner lips and that nubbin of nerve endings comprising the center of her pleasure.
The moment her head went back and her mouth opened to call his name, he entered her again.
‘All right?’
‘Yes. Pain’s gone. Oh, Hades, please!’
‘Please what? What do you want me to do, Jane? Say it!’
This was not the time for his teasing! Holding himself deep within her and rigidly still, he awaited her response.
‘Take me! Fill me!’
‘Ask me to fuck you!’
The deep rough tones of his voice suggested he was under as much strain as she—and she was in no state to argue.
‘F—fuck me! Hades, please fuck me!’
Then the only sounds in the candlelit room were their combined rasping breaths and gasps. Her body convulsed around him, more deeply than before, triggered by his lunging thrusts.
One with Hades Delacourte!
His breathing quickened and the gasps grew harsher. Opening her eyes to watch him, she saw she was giving him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
Thrusting harder and faster, his body sank deep and went rigid and she felt his release in a series of violent spasms.
‘Jane! Fuck, woman!’
His ecstasy was enough to trigger an aftershock of her own and she gripped hard, pulling him deep and wrapping her legs about his thighs, desperate to extend this life-altering moment to eternity.
‘Ah, Jane,’ Hades growled, rolling to his back and pulling her with him to lie along his sweat-slicked body. ‘Mine at last!’
Long strands of her hair fell like a curtain about them as he drew her face down for a deep, claiming kiss.
‘Thank you,’ she murmured, suddenly needing to reassure him she had no expectations of him beyond this moment. ‘I believe I’ve been most expertly deflowered—and most exquisitely, my Lord.’
Content with the light, worldly tone of her voice, she let mischief dance in her eyes. His narrowed then took on a devilish gleam.
‘Addressing me as my Lord now, has nothing to do with my lordly status, woman, and everything to do with me now being your lord and master!’
Rolling her onto her back again, he aimed straight for her breast, suckling deep and hard, while his wicked fingers attacked her ribs until she was squirming and shrieking with laughter.
‘Stop!’
‘Never! Unless you admit I am your lord and master!’
‘You’re ‘my Lord’ for sure—but not—my master—stop!’ She rolled away from him to the edge of the bed and sat up. ‘No more, Hades, please! What—what’s the time?’
‘Time?’
He stilled, eyes momentarily blank. Then a strange expression Jane wanted to label ‘disbelief’ flickered across his face.
‘I confess, I’ve no idea,’ he answered slowly. ‘I wasn’t thinking about the time, Angular Jane.’
Was that annoyance she heard in his voice? Perhaps that was a good thing, for she couldn’t give him the least indication this had meant more to her than a sensual initiation into womanhood. He’d given her no reason to think he was offering fidelity, let alone anything more than that! Somehow she had to ensure he never discovered he’d get fidelity from her—and he already had the ‘more’ regardless he didn’t want it.
For years, she’d fooled the world into thinking she was a conventionally married woman. Surely she could fool Hades Delacourte into believing her satisfied with the role of mistress for a few days, weeks—or months, should she be lucky enough to hold his attention that long.
She lowered her eyes to where her hands were held tightly against his muscular, hair-covered thighs. A man’s body was so different to a woman’s. He’d come up onto his knees, followed her across the bed, and somehow she must keep her eyes averted from all that magnificent ma
sculinity, glistening with sweat from their recent exertions, more temptation than she’d ever faced.
Gazing at his thighs wasn’t much better. The merest shift in her line of sight brought his half-erect penis into view—with its sodden ‘riding coat’ still in place.
‘I—need to go,’ she managed to mutter.
‘Go? Woman, we’ve scarcely begun!’
More? God yes! Yet she didn’t dare let him see that need in her face. Striving to control the desire to reach out and glide her fingers over the glistening bulges of his chest—and lower—she forced her mind work!
Giving him a saucy smile, she said, ‘I’ve had what I paid for, my Lord, and grateful as I am, I do need to get home now.’
‘Does my sister know where you are?’
‘Of course not!’
‘Who set this up for you?’
‘Why do you want to know?’
‘So I can fucking well thank them,’ he growled, suddenly reaching for her shoulders and pulling her back down onto the pillows. ‘I finally have you where I’ve wanted you for weeks! I’d like to know who to thank for that!’
‘You don’t have to thank anyone,’ she said, struggling to keep truculence from her voice. ‘They—felt they were returning a favor. Now—may I leave this bed and get dressed so I can be home in my own bed before daybreak?’
His struggle with truculence was less determined—and more obvious—than hers.
‘So, this is it?’
‘For tonight.’
She’d so wanted that to come out sounding wickedly confident. Instead, the words had a husky quality both sexy and inviting, which brought the devilish gleam back to his eyes.
‘Very well, my Angular Jane. For now, I release you.’ Contrary to what he’d promised, he gripped her upper arm while he retrieved the small towel. ‘First, let me clean you up.’
To her infinite embarrassment, he spread her legs and began wielding the cloth with firm, caressing strokes while watching the reactions in her eyes.
‘You’d not prevent me if I were to take you again, I think,’ he murmured, his mouth tilting knowingly at one corner. ‘But probably best I accede to your demands—although, I don’t believe going home is what you truly want.’