**this chapter is basically all sex, skip if you want!**
"You're so fucking attractive." Hades says from the doorway, making me jump a bit.
"How long have you been watching me paint?" I ask, curiously.
"Maybe ten minutes now." he smiles.
"Creep."
"You love it." He retorts.
As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. I love the feeling of him around, potentially protecting me from anything or anyone that could hurt me. Not knowing when he's watching me gives me butterflies.
He walks up behind me, "what are you painting?"
"I only just started so it isn't very good yet, but it's going to be something I saw in one of my dreams. I can't really explain it. I'll have to show you when it's done."
"I can't wait to see what my girl creates."
"I don't belong to you, Hades. We've been though this before." I sigh.
"Yes you do, and I'm going to prove it to you. Follow me." He says, grabbing my hand.
I don't know what he sees in me. I was just sitting at my desk, my hair in a terrible knot on top of my head, wearing pajama shorts and a tank top.
He leads me down a long hallway with large silver and black double doors at the end.
He opens the door, and as soon as we enter he closes and locks it.
"Hades, what are we doing?" I question.
"We're in my bedroom." He states, "wait here."
I sit on his bed waiting for him to return. I take a look around his room, and quickly notice that everything is black and red. His bed frame is black, with gorgeous red silk sheets, and a velvet black blanket. The lights are dim. It's sort of what is expect the devils room to look like, I suppose.
He returns with one hand behind his back.
"What are we doing?" I ask again.
"I'm showing you that you're mine."
"Right." I scoff.
"Come here." He orders, and I immediately do as he asks.
"Get on your knees."
I feel myself drop to my knees, maybe he does have control over me. I swallow in anticipation.
"Now put your hands out," he pulls handcuffs from behind his back, "good girl."
I stare up at him, fear and excitement mixed into my gaze.
"You're mine. I'm going to show you what that means. Got it?" He asks, as he clicks the handcuffs onto me.
I nod.
"Use your words."
"Yes."
"Yes what?" he challenges.
"Yes master."
He smirks down at me, knowing I am completely his, whether I believe it or not.
He takes of his suit jacket, and begins to unbutton his shirt, defined chest peaking out. But he stops.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Stand." He demands, and looks me up and down.
He moves closer to me, and places his hands at my waist. He slowly guides my shorts down my legs. He can't take my tank top off, as he has my wrists cuffed.
He grabs a knife from the drawer of the nightstand, beside his bed. I become nervous quickly.
I feel the cold blade run slowly and gently up my arm, careful not to cut me. He cuts the straps of my top quickly, and it scares me a little. He makes a quick cut up the back as well, making the soft fabric fall from my body.
The room is quiet, all I can hear are my own soft breaths.
I'm left standing there in just a black bra and panties, leaving me exposed.
"How do you feel?" He asks from behind me.
"Nervous."
"Just nervous?" he pushes.
"Turned on." I admit.
"Of course you are," I can hear the smirk in his voice, "how could you not be?"
He takes the knife and runs it gently up my leg, making my breath hitch. He continues up my abdomen, then lifts the knife over my bound arms, and drags it across my chest, landing on my throat. Pressing in ever so gently.
"I could end your life right now," He states, "It would be so easy."
"I know, but you won't." I reply.
"Did I say you could talk? Maybe I should pull this knife." He remarks.
"Do it." I taunt.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he chuckles, "lay down on the bed."
"And if I don't?" I wonder.
"I will make you bleed."
I smirk at his words as I lay myself down on his soft bed.
"That's what I thought, sweetheart."
He gently runs his fingers between my thighs, over my panties. I nearly moan as he does. I didn't realize how turned on I was until he touched me.
He watches my face as he touches me, "you're so desperate for me."
"I'm not." I state boldly.
"You are. Now, stop trying to be a brat and defy me."
"What do you mean?" I ask, a fire in my eyes.
"That's it, darling. You leave me with no choice but to ruin you."
He brings the knife back to my throat. He starts gentle at first, then presses harder as he moves it down my chest, between my breasts. I can feel blood starting to rise to the tip of the blade.
He sets the knife down on his nightstand, and hovers his body over mine. He finally takes off his shirt and shoes, leaving him with just his pants on. I want to rip them off of him and beg for him to make me cum.
"Do you want me to take off your panties, love?"
"Please." I say, without thinking.
He takes them off of me slowly, making me get goosebumps.
He gets on his knees at the edge of the bed, and starts kissing my inner thighs, up until where I need him most.
"Why did you stop?" I ask, coming off as desperate.
"I like to see you struggle." He starts, "now tell me what you want."
"You know what I want." I'm practically begging him. He knows what he's doing to me.
"You won't get anything if you don't ask for it."
"I need your tongue on me." I plead.
"Where?"
"My pussy."
As soon as the words left my mouth, his tongue softly pressed against my most sensitive area. I moaned at the contact.
I didn't take long for him to get me close to climax.
His tongue was now moving so fast against my clit as his fingers moved rhythmically inside me. I pull his face closer into me as I release, moaning loudly. I think I heard him moan too when I pulled his hair.
"You taste so fucking good." he nearly growls.
I hum in response.
"I need you inside of me, please." I confess.
He stands up and takes his pants and underwear off in one movement, his dick springing out.
We had sex a week ago, but it was nothing like this.
He takes his hard cock into his hand and strokes it a few times before grabbing me by my hair and forcing me to my knees.
I take the tip into my mouth gently for a moment, before taking more.
After a minute of letting me explore his member with my mouth, he pulls my hair into a makeshift pony tail, and starts to thrust into my mouth, harder and harder each time.
When he's had enough of fucking my throat, He throws me on the bed, his large body hovering over me, and what looks like anger in his eyes.
He aligns his tip with my entrance, and pushes in slowly, giving me some time to adjust to his size. After a minute of him going very slowly, he picks up the pace a bit.
He leans down into my neck and starts to leave soft kisses, which get a bit rougher over time, and little bites as well, sure to leave marks.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He whispers in my ear.
"Let me be on top and I can have control over what I do to you." I respond.
"In your dreams." He smiles, "you couldn't dominate me if you tried, sweetheart."
"Get me out of these handcuffs and I'll prove you wrong."
"Not going to happen, now shut up and take my cock." He suddenly thrusts harder and faster, making me gasp.
He keeps that hard, fast pace just long enough for me to fun again.
He flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips up toward him, pounding me from behind.
He spanks my ass, but not too hard, unsure of whether I would like it or not.
I did, moaning as he did it again.
The harder he hit, the more I moaned in pleasure. Before I knew it, I was climaxing again.
"I did not know you would be so into being hurt by me. Maybe you are not as innocent as I though."
"Are you going to keep talking, or are you going to abuse me some more?"
"I want to hear you beg for me to hurt you."
"I don't beg." I lie.
He grabs the knife off of the table again, turning me so I face up at him, and immediately entering me slowly again.
"I'm going to hold this knife to you ever so slightly, and fuck you so slowly, you might cry from how much you want me."
I doubt what he says at first, but soon realize that he's right.
"Fuck me harder." I plead.
"Say please, love." He says.
"Please, master. I need you to pound me harder. I need to feel you deep inside me." I whine.
He groans as he starts to fuck me harder, knife digging into my throat enough to draw blood.
"Cum inside of me master, please. I need you."
He growls and moans as he drags to knife across me throat, and cums inside of me. I can't help but cum with him.
He nearly collapsed on top of me. I ask for him to take the cuffs off me, and they immediately unlock.
I touch my finger to my neck, and feel blood cover the tip.
I reach my hand over to his mouth, and gently touch his lip, asking for entrance.
He let's his mouth fall open slightly, and I push 2 of my fingers inside, letting him taste my blood. He lets out a slight moan, and pretends to cough to cover up how much he really liked it.
I point to my neck.
He is weary at first, but I nod, encouraging him.
He moves his tongue and lips over my wounds, sucking slightly. I wish this didn't feel so good.
He stops after he's cleared all the blood. I realize that my neck doesn't hurt anymore.
His mouth healed the wounds.
"You healed me." I softly smiled.
"I would never hurt you in a way I couldn't fix, Saraphine. I could never be so careless with you."
"You can call me Sara." I tell him.
