Chapter Five
The senator didn’t offer any explanations as he led me, and I didn’t ask.
Shame and embarrassment burned my cheeks. I could feel every eye in the lounge on me as we passed, but I didn’t dare meet them. Not even when I glimpsed Demeter glowering at me, her eyes scorching trails across my back, down to where the large hand was moulding my buttocks. I was so getting fired for this.
Then he took me through the back door, into a small square foyer that housed a single elevator, the entrance to the underworld. It was a dark, unfurnished place with naked stone walls. Four life size sculptures etched from polished black marble stood sentry in each corner. They were impressive figures, taken straight out of the pages of Frank Miller’s 300 and poised with swords raised and Hoplite shields bared. Behind their plumed Corinthian helmets, garnets had been set in the place of eyes and blazed in defiance. At the base of each, a plaque was set upon a plinth, stamped with one of four legends in gold print–Penthos, Curae, Nosoi and Geras.
The elevator door slid open as we approached, the bright interior throwing long shadows across the floor. I blinked, the light blinding. The Senator held me close and guided me through. Yet the closeness was almost as disabling as the brightness. Awareness shivered up my skin and just the sound of his breathing had me coming out in goosebumps.
If the foyer was small, then the elevator was practically claustrophobic. A tiny space barely large enough for one, with walls lined by plush red velvet. The only distinguishing feature was a brass control plate etched with the name Charon etched across the top and a row of buttons to reach the five floors above.
Under these was a scanner plate.
This was my first time going into the Underworld. It was the private area of the Olympus Club that only members and their personal attendants were permitted to enter. Unlike its namesake, which had been believed to be on the edge and beneath the world of ancient Greece, Olympus’s Underworld took up the floors directly above the club.
Senator Sharp removed a gold coin from his pocket and pressed it to the scanner.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked when the car began to rise, my heart pounding in my breast.
“Somewhere private. I have a proposition for you, Kora.” He didn’t look at me, but I could feel him watching me all the same. It made me feel hot, made my sex slick and tits heavy.
“Yes? What’s that? Sir.” I licked my lips, my mouth dry.
“Patience,” He dismissed, the hand on my back brushing up and down the curve of my spine through my silks. “All good things to those who wait.”
Up and down, up and down, getting lower and lower until his hand brushed under the folds of my uniform. I felt my legs start to tremble. Tingles shivered out from where skin touched skin, spiralling straight up to my poor, neglected clit.
I clamp my legs together, trapping his hand between them even as I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for some friction to quell the need raging down there.
“Open,”
I had never enjoyed being bossed around, but the quiet authority in his tone made it feel so right, even as my body screamed in protest. I obeyed, splaying my thighs as far as they would comfortably go. Then his fingers took over, his hand cupping my greedy sex.
“Already so wet?” His tongue slid around the shell of my ear as one of his digits slid through my creamy folds to circle my clit. “Want more?”
“Please…” My tone was breathy, desperate and pleading. I couldn’t stop myself from fisting his top and clinging to him for dear life as my legs almost gave way, the spike of pleasure from the contact going from my core to my fingertips.
“Please?” the senator parroted, pressing down on my little bundle of nerves before drawing the finger back.
I bit back my protest, along with half a dozen sarcastic retorts. “Please… Sir-ohh!” As he pushed his thick finger into me, my mouth fell open in a low moan and his mouth crushed against mine.
It was not a soft kiss. It was hungry and violent. His mouth claimed mine, the silky softness of his tongue mirroring the strokes of his finger, delving inside me with an expertise that had my core tightening. It was too much. I couldn’t stand it. Despite myself, my hips rolled, my blood pumping fast and hot as the world spun around us and–
He pulled away as the elevator chimed, his finger slipping out of my heat and leaving me feeling woefully empty. Breathing hard, I leaned up on my tiptoes to follow, but the Senator just stepped around me, through the opening doors into…
Oh my god! It’s Hades’s Palace…
I’d thought it was just a joke. A gag to play on the F.N.G.s, (The Fucking New Gods), but there it was.
The word was, it was a premium extra exclusive add on that was available to only one member of the Olympus Club. None of the staff; maidens or even the attendants, knew which member it was, so most of them thought it was a myth, like most of the other stories they’d heard about The Underworld.
I couldn’t believe it. Hade’s Palace, the secret, exclusive penthouse/ fuck pad was real!
Stepping out of the elevator, I seemed to move from the light into the nightscape of New York City. Though no lights were on inside, the radiance of the city, and the full moon above, glowed through the tall windows and balcony’s French doors, giving it an almost starlit twilight.
It was too dark for me to make out much furniture, but I could tell what there was, was carved from polished black stone, as were the floor tiles and architecture. Everything was stone, except for the four-poster bed. A king-size, of course, fitted with raven silk sheets and piled high with what could only have been the biggest, softest pillows I have ever seen.
I wasn’t sure where to look, so instead I focused on the one familiar fixture of the room.
Senator Sharpe stood staring out across the city with his arms behind his back, like an emperor looking out across his domain. Or a god.
I approached him cautiously, suddenly so very aware of how large he was as his impressive build was framed alongside the spear of the Empire State Building.
“Do you ever take the time to just look at it?” he asked, still not looking at me.
“Umm… No,”
“You should. It is a beautiful city by moonlight,” he sighed. “I love this view. It almost makes the mercenary rates the management charge for this little place worth it.”
“Well, I never have time to just stop and look.”
“Shame.”
“I have commitments, loans- student loans!” I quickly clarify, for some reason overcome by a need to explain, to make him understand. “And my mother’s medical treatments-”
“I know. Second stage lung and throat cancer. Two different strains of cancer forming simultaneously is a very unfortunate coincidence.” He pivoted to face me, and I felt my breath catch at the raw intensity in his eyes. “And costly.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even ask how he knew about my mom. Given the secretive nature of the Olympus Club, my contract included not just numerous nondisclosure agreements, but a legal agreement, stating my consent to an unspecified number of background checks a year. Of course, the details of such checks were supposed to be confidential, but it wasn’t hard for me to imagine some of the more influential members being given brief peeks.
“What would you say if I told you your mother could be receiving a consultation from the best oncologist in the country? All expenses and treatment fully covered and free of charge.”
“I'd tell you to stay on your meds. Goodnight.” I wheel away, tears burning in the corner of my eyes as the world spun. How dare he. No one uses my mother like that, no one!
“I can make it happen.” He says after me. “This time tomorrow, she can be on a private jet. A consultation with Dr Leo Getts scheduled for first thing the day after tomorrow.”
I didn’t look back, not until I was in front of the elevator, my finger poised over the call button.
I wanted to, but I just couldn’t bring myself to push.
He was shitting me. He had to be. It was just too good to be true. That sort of treatment, hell, just an hour’s consultation would cost an arm and a leg, never mind the expense of crossing the country, and lodging, private nursing staff…
But what if he was on the level?
A single tear slid down my check as I turned back to face the senator, only to find him towering over me. I hadn’t even heard him coming after me.
I bite back my surprised gasp. “Wh-what would I have to do?”
“Be my attendant.” His arms cage me as he flattens both hands on the elevator, bracing himself as he bends forward, closing the gap so we were nose to nose, his eyes dark and hot.
“You’re joking?”
He had to be. While attendants continued to receive the basic salary, the additional costs of their exclusivity and services were covered by their ‘Masters’. The price, and terms, were negotiated between the two parties, and could sometimes even go so far as positions in real world jobs. But what he was offering went beyond generous.
“Never.”
He more growled than said the word, and our closeness was so intoxicating I could practically feel it vibrating through me. “You’re the only maiden I can trust. They haven’t had their claws in you yet, and they never will, if I claim you tonight. I need you, Kora.”
His proximity and the raw intensity in his tone made it impossible for me to look him in the eye. “But you can’t… I mean, maidens need a minimum of two years’ service before they can be considered for an attendant. I’ve only been here a month…”
I was shaking. Need and desperation had my blood running hot and thick through my veins.
He chuckled. “Yes, I know. Recommended by the Honourable Justice Lovejoy, the father of a university friend who you dormed with for a few months until you moved in with a local boyfriend. You remained friends with her but broke up with him after you found him in bed with his boyfriend.”
The remark grounded me slightly, giving me a much-needed surge of anger that helped get a momentary grip of myself and wheel away from him to face the comforting cool steel front of the elevator. “You’ve done your homework. Do they have my bra size in their background checks, too?”
“Anything’s obtainable, Kora, even you.” He whispered in my ear, before curving over me to sweep his tongue around the shell, his hands enfolding my waist. “And you never wear a bra.”
Wound up tight in a knot of tension, I practically jumped out of my skin when, as if to prove his point, he cupped my right breast through my robe.
I won’t lie, I’ve always had very nice tits, well rounded and perhaps a bit more generously proportioned than most woman with my build, but with absolutely no sag, and topped by dusky nipples that my lovers seemed to just love sucking.
For all my bountiful offering however, his hand completely covered my cleavage and I couldn’t help my whimper when he plumped my breast.
“W-what if I refuse?” Almost beyond speech, I was panting with the words. Touching… He’s touching my… he shouldn’t… I must – oh God…
“You won’t.” He purred, rolling one of my tender nipples between his thumb and finger, their roughness exciting my skin through my robe.
“N-n-noo-oh!”
His musky scent was everywhere, all around me, fogging my brain and invading my thoughts. Damn, he smelt so good.
“No, you want what I’m offering.” He took my left hand in his and guided it down to the crotch of his trousers. My core tightened and throbbed at the feeling of his renewed hard-on straining against the fabric. “It’s all yours for the taking. All you have to do is say yes…”
Then he spun me around to face him and took my mouth before I could form a word.
It was all aggression and heat. Not so much a kiss as a claiming. I whimpered as his tongue found mine, stroking me with lush coaxing licks that had me melting against him as my damn needy pussy purred with delight. In the next instant, his arms were around me, his hands curling around my waist, grabbing my butt and crushing me against the wall of hard virile male, making me feel how hard he was.
I needed to be strong. This was my chance. I had to stop, had to pull away or slap him or knee him, or, or just, something…
Anything…
Anything but grab his hair and return the kiss, my spine curling up so he could feel my cleavage push against him, one leg sliding up his, coiling round his-
Oh God. No, no! I had to push him away. Push him away now before it was too late.
But I couldn’t. It was all too much for me. He was too much for me.
My pussy was hot, my breasts heavy and tender with nipples that just ached for attention, and all I could think about was that this was Senator Richard Sharp. The Senator Richard Sharp. The man I had been crushing on since I saw his first ever televised political debate, and he was kissing me.
No, he wasn’t kissing me. His mouth was basically fucking mine, and I loved it.
Somewhere in a distant, still coherent corner of my mind, I could feel him guiding me backward. I didn’t resist. Rather, I practically climbed up on him, my legs coiling around his waist, hips gyrating against the bulge of his dick as he took me deeper into the room, until he had me pinned against one of the massive fourposter beams.
My whole body shivered deliciously at the feeling of being cornered by this big alpha male, overwhelmed by the feeling of his massive cock sliding along my slit through our mesh of clothes. It was the most divine torture. The barrier teased me by preventing any real depth, while the mix of textures rubbing over my tender tissues drove me wild. God, he felt so good. So big. So-it wasn’t enough.
I needed more of him.
“Mmm… say it, Kora.” The senator growled, pulling back just enough to break the kiss, before he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“I shouldn’t.” He sucked hard on my pulse spot, making me gasp as desire shot through me. “I mustn’t… please!”
“Please what?” he growled again, setting me down on legs that shook like jelly as he nipped trails of fire.
I whimpered, shaking my head, my body hot and thrumming like a taught violin string.
Oh, God… Oh God! This can’t be happening. This can’t be-
“Say it!” His hands encircled my wrists, raising them up above my head before pressing them to the timber post.
“Yes!” I couldn’t stop the flood. His words, the way he held me, pinned me to his bed and devoured my very being. It was too much. "Yes. I want more. You can have me however you want. I'm all yours. Just give me more."