Aphrodite

Temptation

The truth is I know I how to play poker. I played with Adam's friends from time to time during his poker nights. I wanted to have some fun of my own beating hades at his own game.
"Let's make things interesting" he pulls me off the couch and guides us to the kitchen hand in hand. "Strip poker isn't interesting enough"? I let out a breathily laugh. I'm nervous at the thought of his seeing me naked. It's silly, he saw me naked, crying in the shower full of emotion after he beat my ex boyfriend but unlike earlier there was no chance of it leading anywhere, he was gentle and soothing not like when we spanked me in his office or made me dirty dance on the stage with strangers watching me. There is no turning back if we take it to far tonight. I watch Hades glide around the kitchen with ease grabbing a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses from the cupboard. "It is kitten" his voice serious pouring the dark liquor into the glasses. "But I want more".

I twist a lose strand of hair between my fingers, "more"? Grabbing both glasses he shoots his back reaching towards me to hand me the glass, before I can grab it he has a handful of hair tipping my head back. "Open" I've been in this situation before, only this time I'm not afraid only turned on. Doing as I'm told I tip my head a bit farther opening my mouth. "I'll always want more with you Anna".  He pours the shot down my throat watching me with such intensity I think I might choke. The whiskey burns going down my throat at a slow pace, I swallow much more dramatically with the position I'm in. He releases my hair letting out a growl "what am I going to do with you". He says it as a statement watching me wipe the drops of liquid off of my releasing my hair.

I look at him through my eyelashes "you ready to play or are you going to keep staring at me"? I pour two more shots sliding his glass in front of him. "If I didn't know better I'd think your trying to get me drunk kitten". Smirking back at him I simply say "it's not very often your boss asks you to play strip poker with him, might as well have some fun". Tapping my glass on the counter before I toss it into my mouth before making my way back to the living room to clear off the table leaving hades standing at the counter staring at the shot as if it holds the answer to a question he didn't ask. He returns to the living room with a black box setting it on the table Laying out a deck of cards and poker chips. I try my best to let me explain the game to me pretending I don't know.

I let him win the first three hands, now down to my bra and jeans, even though he thought it was cheating by taking my socks off. "You aren't playing fair". The way he pouts makes me laugh, "how so? I lost so I stripped". He crosses his arms across his chest. "Just because you are only wearing three articles of clothing doesn't make me a cheater, I never have and I never will". I attempt to keep a straight face but fail, smiling at his reaction. "I'll make you a deal, if you beat me before I strip you down to one article of clothing, I'll take everything off and you win". I think for moment, debating on weather on not to tell him I know how to play. "Deal".

I won, I thought about dragging it out but I couldn't. The pure shock on his face when I won the next round I would have payed money to see. I walk to the kitchen grabbing two shots and brining them into the kitchen and I can tell his mind is racing, trying to figure out what just happened. "A deals a deal" handing him the shot. He glares at me before tossing the liquor into his mouth, never breaking eye contact. He lets out a sigh before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the couch, making his way down to the waistband of his sweats. My breath becomes heavy once his hands reach the band of his boxers slowly sliding them down his legs. His full body bare in front of me, my eyes drift down his perfectly sculpted torso and then to his impressive length. I clear my throat making my eyes back up to his face where he is clearly amused by my staring.

"Like what you see? Don't bother lying I can see it on your face kitten". Blood rushes to my face leaving my cheeks stained pink. "Maybe I do" the shyness in my voice is heavy. As much as I like looking at him I do feel kind of like I cheated. "But you should put your clothes back on". His face turns concerned in an instant "are you uncomfortable"? God no, I wish he'd take me right here and now. "No.... I uhm, I feel bad" I start to stutter. "I didn't cheat but I wasn't totally honest either, I've been playing poker for years. I knew I could beat you when we made the bet". I keep my head down while playing with the hem of my shirt. When he doesn't respond I'm afraid he might be mad, I slowly look up at him through my eyelashes but to my surprise he's standing with his hand rubbing his chin and a devious smirk.