I lean over the back of the chair and stroke my hands up her thighs, wrenching them wider. A light stroke of her pussy finds her wet and needy. I press my lips to her temple as I stroke her. “They look up here, and do you know what they see?”
“No,” she gasps, lifting her hips to try to guide my touch. “Tell me.”
“They see their golden princess fallen.” I push two fingers into her. “Their dark goddess rising in her place.”
She whimpers and I can’t help myself. I catch her mouth. With Persephone’s taste on my tongue, I temporarily forget myself. Forget the audience. Forget everything but doing whatever it takes to cause her to make that sound again. I press the heel of my hand to her clit as I slowly fuck her with my fingers, driving her desire higher. Her movements get more frantic as she chases her pleasure, riding my hand even as I give her exactly what she needs to send her soaring.
I break the kiss to say, “Come for me, little siren.”
And she does. Gods, she does.
I send her wave cresting again twice more before I finally gentle my touch and ease my fingers out of her. “I’m going to bend you over this chair and fuck you now.”
Persephone gives a dazed smile, her hazel eyes full of love. “Yes, Sir.”
She’s a little wobbly as I help her up and guide her into the position I want, bent over the chair back. I nudge her feet wider and step back to get a good look at her.
Fuck.
The trust this woman places in me. It makes me want to be a better man, to ensure I never fail her. She shivers, and I close the distance between us, smoothing my hands over her ass and down her back. “Ready?”
“Oh my gods, just fuck me already.”
A chuckle moves through the room in a wave, multiple voices joining mine in response to her. I give her ass a light smack. “Impatient.”
“Yes. Very.” She wiggles a little. “Please, Hades. Don’t make me wait any longer. I need you.”
In the end, I don’t want to tease her any more than she wants to be teased. Another time, perhaps. The need is riding too high tonight. I free my cock and grip her hip as I guide my length into her. Persephone lets out a low moan that almost masks my sharp exhale.
I’ll never get tired of this, either. The way she clamps around me as if she never wants to let me go. How she pushes back against me, needing me as deep as possible. Her little whimpers and moans.
The rest of the room might think they’re getting access to this, too, but their only role here tonight is to amplify her pleasure.
I reach down and wrap her hair around my fist, tugging until she looks up into the darkness surrounding the dais. “They’re watching. Greedy for whatever bits of you we’ll allow. Tonight, they’ll be chasing their pleasure to the memory of me fucking you.”
“Good,” she moans. “Harder.”
I give a rough laugh and obey. Fucking her in harsh strokes even as I hold her in place. There’s no hiding from the fact that we’re on display, and from the way she clenches around me, she’s loving every moment of it.
And then she’s orgasming, her cries sharp and needy. It takes everything I have not to follow her over the edge, but tonight is about her. Not about me. I take a slow breath and ease out of her so I can tuck my cock back into my pants. Then I pull her up and toss her over my shoulder. Persephone’s squeal has me biting back a grin. I turn in a slow circle. “I hope you enjoyed the show. It’s over now.”
“We did!” Someone from the audience shouts. It sounds a bit like Hermes.
I shake my head and climb off the dais, Persephone’s laughter trailing behind us. She sounds so fucking happy, the sound a perfect match to the warmth in my chest. I stride to the throne and sink onto it.
This is our kingdom, our throne, ours.
Persephone’s still laughing a little as she arranges herself on my lap. “‘I hope you enjoyed the show. It’s over now.’ Really?”
“Succinct and to the point.”
“Mm-hmm.” She shifts to straddle me. “I was going to suggest a second throne down here.”
I grip her hips lightly, letting her guide this. “The person who created this one still lives in the lower city. I can commission a second if you’d like.”
“No.” She palms me through my pants. “I like sharing. It gives me access to you.” Persephone leans down until her lips brush my ear. “Did you hold off coming so I could fuck you on this throne, Hades?”
“Yes.”
She laughs again. Gods, I love her laugh. “Insatiable.”