Hades
Sixty-Six
Iwanted to make things official. Even with the craziness in our lives, Rory deserved a proper date and girlfriend proposal.
I wanted her to be happy and enjoy the little things, and I hoped this would make her happy.
She was hurting still, and I could see the pain behind her smile.
I would still work with Vesper to find out the truth and hope it didn’t fracture anything between me and Rory.
Vesper would assist me when she could, but I would have Zade help me the most. He lived on his computers, so he would be able to catch anything if it was said.
I was going to bug Rory’s phone and hope her stalker decided to do something, because I needed him to try something.
Rory sang to the radio while my hand rested on her thigh. She was trying to be okay. Regardless of if Cinder was gone or not, I would make sure Rory was safe. I wanted to find the person who hurt her.
I told West I was on my way back into town and had someone important I wanted him to meet. He was my Babs. I told him everything, and before he started traveling we were joined at the hip. He was my soulmate.
Until Rory, love at first sight was never something that I thought to be true. I had flings throughout college, however no one had ever made me feel the way she did. And that was fucking terrifying.
I pulled West in for a tight hug when we met him at the cafe. “Rory, this is my best friend, the other half of one singular brain cell, West Rivers.”
She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you. You look familiar.” West spent some time in Briarwood before he went out of state, so maybe she’d seen him in passing.
“I lived in Briarwood for a while before moving to Oregon. I worked at the hospital and in a few of the doctors' offices.”
“IT?” He nodded. “That must be it. They had IT guys working at my doctor’s office for a while. Small world. It’s nice to meet you.”
West told Rory about all of his adventures, and I saw a friendship between them spark.
It made me ecstatic. I loved West, and my feelings for Rory were growing more and more each and every day.
I thought I loved her, but it was too early into our relationship to tell her that.
She might leave me in a few weeks or get tired of me.
We stayed at the cafe for three hours laughing, talking, and enjoying each other's time together until West got a call and had to leave.
I ordered Rory and I a banana split. She eyed me with a big smile before she dove in, taking a big mouthful.
I wiped the chocolate and strawberry sauce that dripped down her chin and brought it to my lips.
“Sweet. Just like you.”
She busted out laughing. “That was terrible.”
I rolled my eyes taking a bite of the desert. “You love it.”
I kicked the door open to my house as I pushed Rory inside.
Driving home with her teasing me was unbearable, but when she took her shirt off, I knew tonight was going to be a long one.
One thing about me was I loved punishing bratty femmes.
Rory would regret being a tease by the time I was finished with her tonight.
She stripped out of her remaining clothes before falling to her knees in front of me.
Her punishment could wait until I had my orgasm, and then I’d have my fun.
Rory tugged my jeans down my legs, taking my thong with it.
She was desperate and needy for a taste, and I loved it.
I had never experienced this sort of passion before her.
The connection we had was real, and my heart was quickly becoming hers.
She wasted no time before she wrapped her lips around my clit. She moaned when she tasted me, and I swore it was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. I tangled my hands into her pink tresses as I threw my head back.
My orgasm rushed through me fast and hard, and I tugged her to her feet. “Little tease. Let’s see how long it takes you to beg.”
I rushed her to the bedroom, checking to make sure she was okay with this.
Our last few times having sex, I was never rough with her, but what could I say?
I liked the darker parts of sex, and Rory was a fucking brat who needed to be tamed.
Pushing her on the bed, I walked to my dresser and pulled out leather handcuffs, a blindfold, and a vibrator with three functions: thrusting, vibration, and clit stimulation.
Overstimulation was my favorite, and I wanted to see how long it would take my girl to beg before I stopped.
Rory arched her brow as she watched me intently. “Are you okay with a little more kink added to our sex?”
“Yeah. I haven’t done too much before Widow…” she trailed off. I was jealous of the woman who got to experiment with my girl before me, and Widow didn’t even cherish the woman Rory was. “I like rougher sex. I never partook in BDSM with strangers, but Widow and I talked about things.”
“Well, we will do a lot more than talk tonight. If you don’t like it, say red, and I’ll stop.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
I stripped her out of her clothes, leaving her naked. She was art in its purest form. I hated that she didn’t see herself like that, how I saw her. Rory was beauty and strength wrapped in a tattooed bow. I tied her ankles to the iron frame before cuffing her hands.
“Is this too tight?”
“No, it’s perfect. Can you pretty please just fuck me now? I’m wet and horny, and need you inside me. Please.” She was already begging and I’d barely even started.
“Oh, don’t worry. I have plans for you, baby.” I blindfolded her before going to my nightstand and grabbing my bottle of lube. I dripped some on the base of the vibrator and rubbed the remainder on her already slick pussy.
Spreading her lips, I slipped the toy inside, aligning the clit stimulator with her bundle of nerves.
I opened the app on my phone and set every setting on the lowest. Rory tensed for a moment, before moving into the toy, trying to get it to hit her in the perfect spot.
I stopped the vibrations, and she whimpered.
Fuck yes. Tonight was going to be amazing.
I lit a skin-safe wax candle and continued to play with her. Her breathing came out in uneven pants as the toy worked inside her. She tugged at the restraints, moving her hips to try and get more friction from the toy, but it wouldn’t work in her favor. This was my scene, my rules.
“Hades,” she half-whimpered and half-growled. It was hot.
I amped up the setting on the toy and added a thrusting motion that would drive her over the edge as I dripped hot wax on her left nipple.
“Oh, ow, fuck,” she panted. I added more wax to her right nipple before dripping it down her stomach. Rory arched into it, pleasure etching into her face. She was getting closer and closer to falling apart, and I couldn’t wait to witness it.
I added a few drips to her mound, her back arching as I did. “Come for me, gorgeous girl.” It didn't take long for her to tumble over the edge completely.
“Ooooh my God,” she whimpered, her back arching as her body shook with her release. “Hades!” Fuck. I’d never get tired of my name falling from her lips in worship. I blew out the candle and tossed it to the side. She was glorious, and I was ready to devour her completely.
I pinched her left nipple, breaking the hardened wax. “Pretty little slut,” I degraded. “You’re so fucking needy, baby. You want more?”
“Fuck,” she whimpered, arching her back and pushing her breast further into my hand. I think my pretty girl just realized she had a degradation kink.
“This is all you’re good for.” I pulled the vibrator out of her. “Make your mouth useful and clean me.” I straddled her, shuffling backwards so I could keep fucking her while I sat on her face.
Sixty-nining was more fun when she couldn’t grab me or move, so I controlled how much of me she could have.
Rory tasted like elixir. Sweet, musky, and a tinge of metal.
I loved her goddamn clit piercing so much.
I latched onto the jewelry and played with it between my teeth, tugging gently which caused her to groan.
She was no longer focused on my pussy. Now it was simply for my pleasure of having her until she couldn’t handle it anymore.
I grabbed the vibrator once more, sliding the base deep into her.
She jolted when the vibrations shook through her, and I put my mouth back on her needy clit.
This was my new favorite hobby. I would close my clinic, disregard all the work Zade was doing to help with my hacking skills, just to spend eternity between her thighs.
Said thighs began trembling as she came yet another time, and this release I lapped up everything she gave me. I scooted off her and pulled the blindfold from her eyes. She was crying, not tears of sadness, but of overstimulation.
“Do you have any more to give me, baby?” I taunted.
“Bring it on, baby.” I smirked. Yep. It was official. I loved this woman. Fuck moving slow.
“Scissor?” I arched a brow, curious if that was something she enjoyed.
“Yes, please!”
I undid the restraints on her ankles and positioned myself with her, making sure we were perfectly aligned and she was comfortable with her wrists still bound.
I draped her leg over my shoulder before I moved my hips forward.
Rory helped, moving her hips in rhythm with mine, creating a mind-numbing friction.
“Fuck,” I moaned, throwing my head back in ecstasy. Our pussies slid together perfectly, hitting every spot that pulled me closer to the edge. “Fuck, I love your pussy, baby. So perfect. So fucking perfect. And mine.”
She whimpered, unable to form coherent sentences.
I took her breath away. Rory came first, screaming as her orgasm hit.
I felt the rush of fluid as I continued to grind until I got my fill.
My thighs shook as my own orgasm followed shortly after Rory’s, and then I toppled on top of her, her thigh draping around my waist.
“You’re mine,” she whispered against my collarbone.
She was mine, but I was so undeniably hers, too.