Hades

She was a damn drug. Addicting in every sense of the word.

This girl, this beautiful, breathless mess in front of me was past just driving me insane. She was becoming a full-blown obsession at this point, and I didn't hate the thought of that.

From the way she smelled, to the way she tasted on my tongue, especially when I sucked her clit until she screamed like a woman in heat. The way she came, hard and wet all over my face, legs shaking, moaning my name like a prayer.

Everything about her made it harder to hold back, but I didn’t want to rush it.

What was the point of devouring something so sweet in a single bite when you could draw out the taste, savor it, ruin it slowly? I wanted to fuck her until the only thing she remembered was my name, the weight of my body, the ache I left behind in her.

She was too pure for this. Too untouched by the world I belonged to. Which only made me want to see her fall until she couldn’t come unless it was me inside her, until the only man her body responded to was me.

She was panting, still dazed from her orgasm, staring at me like she wasn’t sure if she should run or stay rooted in place.

“W-What do you mean?” she whispered.

I ran a hand through my hair, letting a slow smirk curl across my lips.

“I did tell that little ex-boyfriend of yours,” I said, stepping closer, “that I’d make you get on your knees and beg for me.”

My eyes locked with hers.

“And I intend to keep my word.”

“So,” I continued, my voice a command now, “on your knees, princess. Beg me to fuck your mouth like a good girl.”

Her eyes widened, pure shock painted on her face. It was like no one had ever dared speak to her like that. Like no one had ever wanted her like that.

Good. She needed to learn I wasn’t a boy playing games. I was a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And I wanted her. I stepped in, leaned down, and slowly slipped my thumb against her lips, parting them.

“If you want me to pleasure you,” I said, watching her intently, “you need to learn a few things.”

I dragged my thumb over her tongue gently, watching the way her mouth wrapped around it, the sight alone making my cock throb.

“I’m not the kind of man who plays games. I don’t hesitate. Hesitation means weakness, and I know what I want.”

I let my eyes drop to her mouth. Her breath was warm against my skin. My voice dropped lower.

“And you should know this, I’m not soft. I'm rough.” I said. “Sure, I’ll give you aftercare. I’ll hold you when we’re done. But when I’m inside you, I’ll fuck you raw like I want to break you. I’ll make your body shake. I’ll make you scream. I’ll keep going until you’re sobbing from too much pleasure, begging me to stop, only to give you more.”

Her eyes were wide, and her breathing ragged. I pulled back slightly, watching her reaction.

“This is your choice, if you want to know what real pleasure feels like, if you want me, you’ll accept my terms. Otherwise, I will walk away.”

She didn’t answer. For a moment, I thought I’d scared her off. I began to move away, I wasn’t the type to force a woman into anything, let alone making love.

Still, the result was a bit disappointing. I had so many plans for her. What a shame.

Just then, she leaned forward and licked my finger. Then her lips closed around it. Her eyes looked up at me with those wide, doe eyes gleaming with something that sent a jolt straight through my spine.

Fuck.

A sharp, involuntary shudder ran through me, and my cock hardened instantly. She sucked softly on my finger, still looking up at me like she wanted to be ruined.

I smiled and gently pulled my thumb from her mouth. She looked up at me, eyes dazed.

I cupped her chin and leaned in, brushing my mouth over hers in a kiss that was just soft enough to make her lean forward. Then I bit down on her bottom lip, tugging it gently before pulling away, her breath catching in her throat.

“Good girl,” I murmured, eyes locked on hers.

Her face flushed instantly, pink crawling from her cheeks down to her throat.

I stepped back slightly, letting my gaze trail down the length of her body.

“But,” I said with a crooked grin, “you’ll have to suck on something bigger, princess.”

She looked down, her lips parting. Her tongue darted out to wet them, and then she whispered, “Yes…sir.”

My brow lifted in surprise, and so did hers. Her face flushed a deeper shade of red, like the word had slipped out involuntarily.

She didn’t even know she had that kink, but I did. It had been obvious from the moment I saw her.

That was part of why I was so drawn to her. Sweet little thing with fire in her eyes.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

She stood from the counter, walking slowly toward me, until she was right in front of me. At this angle, her head was level with my chest. She looked up, eyes flickering with excitement, and then, without a word, she sank to her knees.

Right in front of my cock.

Her fingers reached up to touch the front of my pants. She looked at the bulge straining beneath the fabric, then up at me.

“Please,” she whispered.

I raised a brow. “Please what?”

She swallowed, then said, “Please, Hades, let me suck you off.”

My grin widened. God, she was close, but not quite there.

I leaned down slightly, cupping her chin again. “You’re still not saying it right, princess.”

Her eyes fluttered.

“Say the right words.”

She blinked, lips parting. “Please, sir… let me suck you off?”

I chuckled, amused, tilting her chin higher. “Not quite right.” My voice dipped. “You know the word I want, princess. You know you want to say it.”

She stiffened. Her fingers curled around my zipper.

“You want to say it, but it feels too dirty, doesn’t it? Too smutty. Not proper enough for you. But I want it.”

“So say it, Violet.”

She widened her eyes at the sound of her name. Her eyes dropped back to my zipper, trembling fingers tugging at it.

“Please, daddy, let me suck you off.”

A shiver ripped through me.

I licked my bottom lip slowly, my hand slipping into her hair, fingers curling at the nape of her neck.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now open wide and suck.”