Chapter Thirty Three
The clink of glass against the silver tray was almost soothing as I moved through the Underworld feasting room, serving drinks to Bast, Nate, and Tristan. Shadows danced along the walls, thrown by the discreetly placed candles, adding to the dark and decadent atmosphere. The evening had unfolded with an unexpected decorum; business speakers had addressed the club members with talks of markets and mergers. Yet there was an edge to their eloquence, a sharpness that betrayed their elite status, and it wasn”t lost on me. These weren’t your average public speakers, and I got the feeling the club was the only place they gave their speeches to.
”Scotch, neat,” I said, placing the tumbler in front of Bast. His eyes flicked up to mine and he nodded briefly.
I felt a flicker of disappointment as I served Tristan and Nate their drinks. With all the build up I’d felt towards tonight, it seemed like all I was expected to do was serve them their drinks. I should have been relieved, but a tiny part of me had been hoping for something more… challenging.
”Thanks, Paige,” Tristan murmured, his voice low and smooth as velvet. His gaze lingered a little too long on the low cut front of my dress as I bent down a little to set his drink on the pristine white tablecloth in front of him. A shiver ran down my spine as he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, and I couldn’t help remember the induction night when he’d dropped to his knees and made me come with that tongue. The mischievous spark in his eyes made me think he was remembering it too and I blushed as I straightened up, my hand reaching up to make sure the black lace mask was still in place.
He looked pale tonight, and slightly gaunt, with dark circles under his eyes, and I realised he must have been much sicker than he”d let on. I hoped he wasn”t pushing himself too hard by being here, but I was glad to see him again. I didn”t want to admit it, but I”d missed him a lot.
Movement to Tristan’s left had me backing away into the shadows, as Bast stood up to address the room, and I realised the man who’d been speaking had taken his seat again.
“I want to thank all of the speakers for giving up their time this evening,” said Bast clearly, his voice ringing out across the hall. “And to welcome them back to the Deadmen’s Club for this event. I’m sure you’ll all agree having their up to date insights on the markets will be invaluable to our own progression.”” He turned towards where the four speakers were sitting, and nodded. “As a gesture of our thanks, we invite you to stay for the festivities and to feel free to partake in the activities we have planned for this evening.”
My eyes flicked back from the businessmen to Bast, wondering what activities he was talking about. At a signal from him, servers entered the room carrying plates of food of richly roasted meats, fine cheeses, and delicate pastries. The smell alone was intoxicating. The servers were followed by a stream of attractive young women. None of them wore masks like me, but all wore red satin dresses exactly the same style as my black one. Unease filled me, as the women wandered through the tables, slipping in next to the students and the businessmen.
Attention still on him, Bast held his hands wide. “The Second Trial has begun. Now we feast!”
A cheer went up from the men, and the noise of general chatter rose up from the crowd below us.
“Paige, come here,” snapped Nate. I glanced at Bast and at a nod from him, moved across the platform to his right where Nate was sitting. Nate shoved his chair back, then reached out to grab my wrist.
“You need to eat too,” he said, pulling me down onto his lap. I stiffened in surprise, but he pushed his chair closer to the table, one arm snaking around my waist, holding me there.
”Can”t have you wasting away,” Nate muttered against my ear. He speared a morsel of food with his fork and held it to my lips.
”Open up,” he insisted, the corner of his mouth quivering upwards.
I parted my lips, letting him feed me. The flavours exploded on my tongue—rich and decadent. His thumb brushed my lower lip, wiping away a stray crumb, and a jolt of heat shot through me.
”Good girl,” he murmured, approval lacing his voice.
I ate every bite that Nate fed me, and only when I was full did he start eating himself, keeping me pinned tightly to his lap. I felt his hand slide down, fingers tracing the bare skin of my thigh under the satin dress. Heat pooled between my legs instantly, still aching from Bast’s torture earlier in the evening, and my breath caught. He didn’t react, just continued to eat, his fingers making small circles as they inched up my thigh.
I leaned back against Nate’s broad chest, opening my legs wider under the table as his fingers brushed over my bare lips. I had been shocked to find my costume for tonight had not contained underwear, and for a moment I had considered leaving my own on. They would have ruined the look of the dress though, and a brief moment of daring had me leaving them off. The whole reason I’d agreed to stay as their Persephone was to push my boundaries, to shake off the good little girl image that had been forced upon me my whole life. Now I was glad I’d gone through with it.
I wriggled against him, needing more, and I felt his hard cock pressing into my ass underneath. It sent a bolt of heat through me, and as Nate suddenly pushed a finger deep into my pussy, I moaned, surprise making me forget where we were. Students and businessmen looked up from the nearest table, their eyes fixed on my face, and though I knew they couldn’t see what Nate was doing under the table, I blushed, and grabbed at his hand.
“Oh no, Persephone, that’s not how this works, remember? We own you,” Nate reminded me, starting to slide his finger in and out of my pussy.
“Nate, Nate they”re watching!” I hissed in his ear.
“Mmm, yes they are,” he said, increasing his speed. I squirmed against him, but he held me tight as he fucked me with his finger. It was slow and drawn out, and utterly torturous. The men nearby didn’t take their eyes off me, and I felt like they could see everything. I felt dirty and cheap, and so fucking turned on. Shame filled me again, my mother’s face filling my mind, her lips sneering as she called me a dirty little whore, and I panicked. What the hell was I doing?
”Nate, stop it,” I pleaded, attempting to squirm away from his touch. Yet he only tightened his grip around my waist, holding me firmly in place.
”Quiet, Paige,” he ordered softly in my ear, his tone stern yet seductive. He moved his thumb up to my clit and rubbed slow circles around it. My breath hitched and heat flooded through me.
”Nate...” I whimpered, clutching onto his arm tightly as my body responded to his touch.
”That”s it, baby,” he said. “Look at them all, watching you. You’re so fucking beautiful, and your little pussy is so tight around my finger.”
A gasp slipped past my lips as Nate introduced another finger inside of me, stretching and filling me up. His thumb never stopped its torturous circles against my clit.
”Like it when they watch you?” He whispered into my ear, his voice rough.
I shook my head furiously but my body betrayed me as I pressed back against him, craving more. He chuckled and added another finger, pumping them faster. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, and tightened my grip on the wooden armrest of his chair.
I was so caught up in the increasing pleasure that I didn”t notice Bast had got up and was standing right in front of us. His gaze was intense, his black eyes boring into mine. Even though he didn”t touch me, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me under his gaze. There was a long pause before Bast finally broke the silence.
”Nate,” he said, his voice commanding and cold as ice. Nate abruptly stopped his movements making me whimper in protest before I could stop myself. A smirk played on Bast”s lips at the sound.
”Get up.” Bast ordered. I blinked in confusion but Nate immediately shifted beneath me and gently set me on my feet next to him. His fingers still inside me, he slowly pulled them out, making me gasp.
Bast turned away, nodding at the servers who scurried forward to clear the tables. I leaned against Nate’s chair, my face red with embarrassment, my legs shaky from being so close to coming. They returned to carry away the tables from the platform, leaving only the thrones. The rest of the room was being cleared, and a hush fell as Bast spoke again.
“Persephone, I have a gift for you.”
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. Bast moved towards me, holding something behind his back which he produced with a flourish to a smatter of cheers. I looked down in confusion. It was a black velvet cushion. I reached out slowly and took it from him, looking up at his face.
Bast smiled and a chill ran through me. “This is for you, for when you serve us.” Another few jeers from the crowd. Bast turned and took his seat in his throne, then looked up at me.
“Well, Persephone? It”s time to serve your masters. Get on your knees.”
I stared at him, my mouth falling open. “What?”
“You heard me. Kneel. Now,” he commanded.
I swallowed hard as he reached down and I heard the zip of his trousers. He pulled out his cock half hard already, and began to fist it slowly, his dark eyes fixed on mine. “I’m not a patient man, Persephone.”
I couldn”t believe what I was doing as I walked slowly towards him, dropping the cushion between his parted legs and standing between them.
“Bast!” I hissed at him. “I”m not wearing any underwear!”
“I know. Now kneel in front of Hades.”
I sucked in my breath. Fuck. He watched me, those eyes flat and cold, and I knew I’d regret it more if I didn’t do as I was told. I’d agreed to this, I reminded myself. Resting my hands on his knees, I lowered myself down onto the cushion. There was a collective intake of breath from the watching crowd. I could feel their eyes on me, could feel the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. I trembled slightly, not sure if it was from fear or excitement.
”I want you to do your duty and service me,” Bast told me, his voice deep and commanding. His words thrilled me, yet at the same time made my stomach churn with nervousness. I looked up at him, his face a mask of desire and control. ”I want you to show them exactly how much you enjoy being ours.”
The room fell silent as Bast leaned back into his seat, waiting, his fist still sliding up and down slowly over his cock. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. This was insane, this was humiliating and yet... I also couldn”t deny the dampness between my thighs, the way my body had responded to Nate”s touch earlier on and now, the thought of obeying Bast”s command.
Slowly, I let my hands rise to grasp the base of his cock. It felt hot against my fingers, pulsating with need. A soft groan left Bast”s lips as he let go, and I couldn”t help but feel a sense of power coursing through me.
I lowered my head closer to his lap and tentatively flicked out my tongue to taste him. Salty and smooth.
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, pushing past any remaining hesitation or embarrassment that may have lingered. Immediately, he let out a low groan, his hand tangling into my hair at the back of my head. The approval in his voice spurred me on, making me take him deeper each time.
He was big, stretching my jaw uncomfortably but the discomfort was quickly replaced with an unexpected sense of power. The way Bast reacted to every lick and suck made me realise how much control I had over him in that moment; it was intoxicating. The crowd watched in rapt attention as their leader was serviced, a display of dominance and control.
”Eyes on me,” Bast ordered, his voice strained with arousal. I lifted my gaze to meet his intense stare. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and a hint of pride. Seeing him like that sent a thrill down my spine making me wetter.
”Persephone...” he murmured, gripping my hair tighter as he pushed himself further into my mouth.
It was debasing, it was degrading...and yet, I found myself deriving a perverse pleasure from it. The way his hot flesh twitched against my tongue, how his thighs flexed under my hands - every sensual detail only stoked the flames of my arousal. Heat pooled between my legs as I worked him with renewed vigour, spurred on by his moans and gasps.
I sucked him harder, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him deep into my throat once more. His groan echoed around the room, causing murmurs of appreciation among the watchers. My body reacted to each sound, every praise acting like fuel to my fire.
I glanced up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were ablaze with dark desire, watching me with an intensity that had my heart pounding. The room had fallen silent, the only sound, my shallow breathing and the wet sounds of my mouth on him.
”Good girl,” he rasped out, his fingers tightening in my hair. I moaned around him, the compliment doing strange things to me. “Arch your back,” he ordered, his voice rough, as he reached past me. The murmurs from the crowd increased as he pulled at my dress, causing the silky fabric to ride up, baring my pussy and ass for the whole room to see. I hesitated, suddenly ashamed again, but his grip tightened in my hair.
“I want them to see you, to see everything they can’t have. To want you so fucking badly, and know that you’re ours. Look behind you.”
I slid my mouth off him, not wanting to look, but unable to resist. The hall behind me had devolved from a business dinner to complete debauchery. Moans came from the women in red dresses. Some were on their knees like me, others already riding the cocks of their partners. But what made the heat rush between my own legs were the men watching me, their eyes fixed on my pussy as they rubbed at their cocks.
The air was thick with lust and tension, the intense gazes of everyone in the room making everything more erotic than it already was. My own arousal flooded through me like a wave as I turned back to Bast. I looked up at him, shadows dancing over his chiselled features, looking every bit the god he modelled himself after.
“Such a good little whore,” he said, eyes glittering. “Now put that mouth at my disposal.”
I didn’t need any more urging, sliding my lips down over his shaft. Feeling bold, I sucked harder, taking him deeper into my mouth. My free hand trailed up to cup his balls, squeezing them gently. Bast’s hand in my hair tightened, pulling me closer as he thrust into my mouth hungrily. I gagged once, twice, but didn”t stop. Couldn’t stop.
Time lost all meaning as I focused solely on serving Bast, on making him unravel under my touch. To the audience around us, we were a spectacle - a display of power and control. But for me, it was more intimate than that. It was... raw. And I loved it.
“Fuck, Persephone,” he leaned down as far as he could. “What a fucking dirty mouth you have. I’m going to fill it with my cum and you’re going to drink every drop.”
I moaned around him, and his hand tightened in my hair, yanking painfully. “Beg me, little slut. Beg me for my cum.”
I pulled my mouth away, gasping for breath. “Please Bast. I want your cum.”
He pushed my head back down, this time forcing my head down harder, making me gag as he slid deeper into my throat. “Dirty fucking whore, needing my cum.”
His voice was strained, primal, each word punctuated with a thrust of his hips. My thighs squeezed together instinctively, my arousal burning more fiercely than ever. I wanted to touch myself, to bring myself off as I worked him over. But all I could do was focus on pleasing Bast.
His breathing became harsher, his grip in my hair tightening. No longer was it just about control - now it was just need.
”Persephone,” he breathed out my name as a warning.
I doubled my efforts, taking him as deep as I could go each time I descended upon him. His hands tightened painfully in my hair and he thrust brutally into my mouth.
With a low growl, he climaxed - his hot release flooding my mouth before I had a chance to pull back. I swallowed every drop, not daring to waste any. His taste was intoxicating - addicting even.
As he released my hair, I pulled back slowly, licking my lips clean.
The room erupted into cheers and applause, causing heat to creep up my neck and flood my face. A part of me wanted to run away and hide in shame but another part... another part felt empowered.
Despite the situation, despite being on display for everyone else”s entertainment - in that moment... I felt control like I”d never felt before. It was an intoxicating feeling - a rush that made me feel alive in ways I”d never experienced before.
“Well done,” Bast said, tucking himself away and zipping up his trousers. ”Now, it”s Nate”s turn.”