8. Where The Empress Finds Herself Backed Against A Wall （And Peak Satisfaction Is Reached…）
WHERE THE EMPRESS FINDS HERSELF BACKED AGAINST A WALL (AND PEAK SATISFACTION IS REACHED…)
The bell rang, and Hera all but ran. When she nearly barreled over the shortest bear in her haste to the door, she stopped dead in her tracks.
What on earth was she doing?
“Mistress?”
The bear looked at her, a very obvious question in his eyes. Yeah, she did not know what the hell—forgive me, Hades—she was doing.
“Can you… Hmmm…” She knew she sounded strange. His raised eyebrows told her as much. The bell rang again. He did not move. She laid her palm over her eyes. She was mucking this up.
“Take the evening off. All of you.” When he gaped at her, she quietly added in a whisper, “Please?” He made himself scarce in the blink of an eye.
Hera steadied herself and opened the door.
Nemesis was holding a bridle of all things. Hera blinked. Nemesis raised an eyebrow.
“Am I to expect a horse?”
“Would you want me to bring a few? My Furies own an entire stable upstate.”
Hera knew her face betrayed her confusion.
Nemesis dropped the bridle.
“Legend has it the Goddess of Vengeance carries scales, a whip, and a bridle. I had to remind a few mortals and deities today why I carry any of those.”
Hera knew about the scales. The whip was understandable. But the bridle?
Nemesis smirked.
“To restrain the culprits, to curb their pride, to put them in their place. Literally.”
Images flooded Hera’s mind.
Restrained, spread, consumed… Punished…
She shivered. Vengeance noticed, and the sharp jaw hardened, muscles working under pale skin. Hera shivered harder.
“I wonder if you’d enjoy it.” Nemesis took a step into the living room. Hera took a step back.
“I wonder if you’d enjoy being laid down…
” Another step. “Your clothes removed slowly, piece by piece, till there is nothing to hide behind…” Another step.
“Your hands lifted up above your head…” Another step.
“Leather restraints holding them in place, till you grasp at them for purchase, not to free yourself, because you are spread, your legs, your cunt—”
“Nemesis…” Hera’s back hit a hard surface. How had she even gotten this close to the wall in the massive living room? Her breath was coming out in shallow bursts.
The leather snapped quietly against Nemesis’s high boots. Hera tried to think.
“Tell me, Your Majesty.” Nemesis took the final step, and they were face-to-face. “Tell me.”
Hera could not have uttered a word if her life depended on it. Maybe it did? Wouldn’t that be a beautiful death? At the mercy of those eyes? Those hands?
She shook her head. Cold fingers immobilized Hera’s chin, keeping her still. Keeping her steady.
“Tell me.”
It was no longer a request. Not a plea. It was a demand, and Hera whimpered. She wanted… She wanted. She wanted those damn fingers inside her, taking her apart, fucking her. She wanted those damn fingers breaking her damn bed, ruining her.
Damn it all!
“Nemesis!”
Was she screaming?
“Tell me to stop, Your Majesty. Tell me to stop, if you don’t want me to fuck you right here and right now.”
Hera gulped. Her silk underwear was soaked.
“Tell me not to make you come out of your mind and then not to carry you into the bedroom, tie you to the bedposts and do it again, hard, so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days without feeling me inside you.”
Hera opened her mouth, but as no words came, she simply reached for the chiseled face, only to be stopped by rough hands on her neck, pinning her to the wall, long fingers squeezing her throat just a little, letting her know who was in charge.
Hera wanted to rub her thighs together, but Nemesis’s leg situated itself between them, further immobilizing her.
Oh, gods and all mortals, was this lust? Was this madness?
“Use your words, Your Majesty. Use your words to stop me.” Hera blinked, and Nemesis squeezed harder. Then she leaned closer, her lips on Hera’s ear. Her breath hot for once, the heat scorching Hera’s skin. “Tell me to stop.”
Hera shook her head, the hand around her throat making her tremble.
“Don’t stop. Take me. Fuck me.”
Nemesis’s smile was feral. Hera felt it in her very core. Her muscles clenched, and she reached for the disheveled hair, fingers grasping and pulling, bringing the sinful mouth to hers.
The kiss was more war than love. Teeth bit, lips sucked. Hera moaned as she tasted blood and heard Nemesis growl. She wanted to howl herself.
Nemesis took no time at all in pressing the knee higher, eliciting something that surely could not have been a moan from Hera. She couldn’t have sounded like that. All hungry and broken and begging to be put together by these hands, by this mouth.
Hera wondered if Nemesis would kneel. If she would lift her skirts and take her then. She whimpered at the thought, the hand at her throat twitching with every sound she made.
But Nemesis did not kneel. The knee rose higher still, and Hera tilted her pelvis, throbbing against it once, twice. Then the knee disappeared, and Hera thought she would go insane.
“Your Majesty, it’s surely unbecoming of a Queen to rut against a leg. You deserve to be worshipped. To be fucked in earnest.”
And so, the fingers that had held her waist dove into the flimsy excuse for silk underwear she had been dripping through for the past half an hour. There was no preamble. No warning. She had been empty, and a second later she was full. Three fingers stretched her, took her, undid her.
She screamed. The hand at her throat tightened, and Hera could have sworn she became wetter still, now, surely dripping down Nemesis’s wrist, which moved with unerring rhythm, in and out of her, the sound obscene. The sound arousing. The sound one of total surrender. Total abandon.
It had a noticeable effect on Nemesis, who growled and thrust deeper, the sword clinking at her side, the proximity of the sharp blade making Hera think of wars and blood and power. Power that was fucking her into the wall, taking everything.
It was a display of total authority over her, and Hera reveled in it.
“You are taking me so well, Your Majesty.”
Hera closed her eyes, the voice moving along her skin like a caress.
“I can’t get enough of you. Of your cunt.” A hard thrust made Hera’s head thump against the wall. Just as she thought she’d come on the spot, the fingers retreated at the last second.
She whined, unbecoming, weak, desperate. Nemesis laughed. Hera could have slapped her.
When a hand ripped her bodice and lips latched to her breast, Hera wanted to grab her and never let go.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
She felt the smirk against her skin before she heard it in Nemesis’s words.
“Your cunt, your breasts. Gods, I’ve been tasting you for weeks.”
As if to remind herself, Nemesis lifted the fingers that had just been inside Hera to her lips and licked them. Hera gulped, then grabbed the insolent mouth and tasted herself.
It was Nemesis’s turn to whimper into the kiss.
“I think you are forgetting who’s in control here, Your Majesty.”
“That’s because I told you to fuck me, and you’re playing—”
The hand at her throat squeezed just a touch, and the other found her clit. Hera could not have finished the sentence for the life of her. What sentence?
Fast, tight circles wound her up, her skin burning up from the irreverent touch, from the mouth sucking marks on her neck, from the words still piercing her consciousness.
“I will play with you any way I want, Hera. Because you are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to take and break. Only mine.”
Under any other circumstances, Hera might’ve bristled at the words, but in the moment, with her cunt throbbing, her mouth swollen, her skin purpling with new marks, she did not care.
Had she ever felt this way? Had sex ever just been about being taken? About being used? About being pleasured?
Because underneath all the bravado of this Goddess, Hera knew one word from her, and everything would stop. Underneath all the power, all the control, Nemesis was here for Hera’s pleasure and that thought, that knowledge, undid her.
The fingers slid into her again, pressing confidently at her very root, where she throbbed and ached.
“You will come now. And then, I will take you to the bedroom and spread you open, tie you down and fuck you all over again. Till you scream.”
Hera came, her thighs clenching around the hand that refused to stop. And yet, the second they stopped, Nemesis’s fingers froze. Hera felt tears hot in her eyes.
Gods, where had this woman been her entire life? The one who knew instantly when to stop. Because nobody ever, ever fucking knew…
She felt gentle lips on her cheek and realized that the tears might’ve fallen after all. Hera clutched Nemesis’s shoulders and decided she’d die before confessing. A distraction was in order.
As Nemesis’s hands softened on her skin, holding and caressing instead of arousing, Hera lowered her mouth to a tender ear-shell.
“That was good, Revenge, but I was promised that bridle would be involved? Surely you wouldn’t overpromise and underdeliver?”
Nemesis laughed, throwing her head back, before turning into a wind-whirl of strength and movement.
Hera wondered why she had waited all these months. She had missed these hands, this mouth, the strong arms that all but wrenched her from the wall and dragged her to the bedroom.
The way there was a blur, and by the time she felt the backs of her knees hit the massive wooden bed-frame, Hera was ready to beg.
An orgasm had done nothing to quench her thirst, to sate her hunger.
She wanted more. An immortal lifetime of never having quite enough had starved her.
Of touch. Or care. Of… She did not think of love. She dared not.
She was grateful to her inner monologue for filtering through the words she found frightening. Nemesis, even without knowing it, was reading her too well. “You won’t have to beg, Your Majesty.”
She trailed little bites down Hera’s exposed throat. Hera tilted her head to give her better access. Not that Nemesis needed any. She simply took and took and took. Hera was not holding anything back, but she also knew that it wasn’t an option anyway.
She slid her hands down the muscled chest only to have herself flung on the bed, and her arms lifted and pinned above her.
“I am going to have my fill first, Hera. Tell me you understand?”
Hera nodded, but when Nemesis simply pushed her hands roughly into the mattress, she all but wailed.
“Yes, yes, oh my god, yes—”
“No, no god. Just me. And you will be screaming my name soon enough.”
Hera squirmed against the fingers holding hers, only to feel the leather in Nemesis’s grip.
Oh. Ooooh…
Within the blink of an eye, her wrists were bound to the headboard. She pulled, trying the restraints, trying herself, her own patience.
“Didn’t you want to feel this?” Nemesis’s voice was low, sly, and tempting. Hera bit her lip, then nodded. Her only answer was the smile spreading on the full, already swollen mouth.
Nemesis circled the bed, her belt and sword falling to the floor with muted thuds. Her boots followed. Hera gripped the leather. She wanted… She wanted. More than ever.
“I will give you everything you want. Everything. But first, I get to take what I need.”
Nemesis’s choice of words almost made Hera choke on nothing but air. Want. Need. She wasn’t certain they were correct, because she felt she’d combust if Nemesis didn’t touch her.
A languid hand lifted her skirt, the long flowing material that normally felt pleasant now abraded her skin. Nemesis took her time, her fingers pulling the skirt upward. One of her knees rested on the bed, and Hera craved her weight.
“Hurry…”
Her answer was a chuckle. An obscene-sounding chuckle.
“Impatient. So used to being catered to.”
Hera lifted an eyebrow.
“You are catering to me, Revenge. Get to it.”
The fingers suddenly clutched the skirt, the material giving in, rending at the seam. Hera felt the cold air of the room on her exposed legs.
The bodice had already been mangled and was therefore easily disposed of by strong hands.
Both knees on the bed, now, Nemesis just watched, fully dressed, those damn suspenders, those fucking gorgeous eyes. Hera wet her lips. Nemesis followed the motion of the tongue.
“You’re beautiful. Every day, you move through the world, the absolute Empress. You own every room. Every palace. Everyone bows to your presence, Your Majesty.”
Nemesis’s fingers caressed her chest, circling nipples. Hera almost lost her breath, the touch careful and gentle. But it was the voice, the words that slipped under her skin, into her bloodstream.
“And yet, everything pales compared to how you look now. Debauched. Fucked. Spread. At my fingertips. I’ve never seen anyone as gorgeous. At my total mercy, and yet, as powerful as you are. Your Majesty.”
The tenderness in the voice made Hera’s chest ache. Two words. Her title. Said in that voice. Hera felt her world narrowing. She closed her eyes before it became just this one person, just this one Goddess, just this one woman.
The fingers at her breasts pinched her nipples. Nemesis was suddenly between her spread legs, leaning over her, her mouth replacing the fingers, greedy yet restrained. Hera moaned, the pull of teeth and lips almost unbearable. Even more unbearable was the thought that it would stop.
Nemesis did not stop. Instead, Hera felt her hair caress her abdomen, the direction unmistakable. And then, she felt the hot breath at her already sensitive core.
Nemesis blew on the wet lips, and Hera squirmed, keeping her eyes closed. She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready yet…
“Look at me.”
The command was precise. Clear. Hera had no choice but to obey, despite knowing it would lead to her very doom. When she met Nemesis’s tumultuous blue eyes, she knew she was lost.
“Look at me as I take you, don’t close your eyes.”
The first touch of the skilled tongue almost made her break the command, but she bit her lip and kept watching herself be devoured. As Nemesis licked and kissed and sucked, Hera lost her thoughts, her breath, her ability to reason.
The second orgasm hit her, catching her unawares, and still Nemesis did not lift her head.
“You can take one more. One more. For me.”
The third time, Hera did scream. And it was Nemesis’s name. Her last thought before the crest took her was that maybe she wasn’t lost. Maybe she had just been found.