Chapter 12

12

An hour later, Hades was back sitting at the edge of the bed, holding out a glass of water with a straw in it. He’d already taken Persephone to the restroom and then reattached her collar to the headboard. He’d been prepared for her to make another run for it but she merely followed his instructions with her head bowed.

She was more subdued than she’d been during his last visit. He didn’t know why he was disappointed not to see the fire in her eyes. It made his cock rock hard every time she talked back with that smart mouth of hers. And even more determined to get her to submit.

She sucked greedily at the straw.

“Not too fast or you’ll get cramps.”

She glared up at him. Ah, there it was. He didn’t bother hiding his grin. He never imagined how much he’d like having her helpless, completely dependent on him.

Normally women were nothing more than a form of stress relief. Useful for a night’s indulgence, but rarely brought back for a repeat performance. If they were, it was only because they were convenient and knew the score. He didn’t need the hassle or a possible pressure point his enemies might use against him. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his father had.

But Persephone was something altogether different. And he still wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“Careful,” he murmured as she choked on the water. His stomach tightened as she coughed and gasped in a gulp of air, finally regaining her breath.

His entire body had been coiled, ready to turn her around and pound her on the back. What the fuck? He should enjoy the sight of her sputtering, her eyes watering.

Instead, relieved, he wiped her mouth carefully and helped her sit up to drink the rest. She stiffened but let him handle her. The feel of her warm, lithe body in his arms turned his erection painful. He had to take a moment to compose himself under the guise of setting the water glass aside.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He had her right where he wanted her. But instead of crushing her and teaching her the merciless lesson he’d intended, he was coddling her.

Taking care of her.

It had been a problem from the beginning. Dating and courting her hadn’t been as painful as it should have been. He’d taken himself in hand every night, and gotten off imagining Persephone looking up at him, eyes wide and innocent and so very trusting.

Even now, he wanted to unbuckle the collar, check for marks, and soothe her sore skin. And somewhere along the line, he decided to train her to obey, being careful to ensure she’d bend and not break.

Because even though she was his enemy, he didn’t want her totally broken.

Oh yes, the gods were laughing. And Hades was the butt of no one’s joke. He was meant to be ruthless in all things. Especially revenge. So he would turn his heart and flesh to stone, harden himself to her pleas and wide eyes, and take the pound of flesh she owed by virtue of her birthright.

Behind him, Persephone sighed.

Don’t ask. You’re not supposed to give a damn.

“What?” he bit out.

“I’m just wondering. Do I have a tattoo on my face that says ‘victim’?”

His brow wrinkled and he turned around to look at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re not the first person to take advantage of me. Oh no. There’s a pattern here. I came to the city to escape it. But look what a great job I’m doing.” She scoffed humorlessly. “The Donahues, then the guy who?—”

“You won’t ever have to deal with them again,” he said before thinking.

“Oh right. You did something to the Donahues, didn’t you? Threatened them. Or whatever. Still.” She rocked her head back and forth, as far as the collar would let her. She wasn’t looking at him. Her derision was reserved for herself. “It’s always the same. I thought it was just my mother, but I’m sensing a pattern. And the common denominator is me.”

Hades forced his fists to unclench and his forearms to relax. She’d been hurt before. Why did it make him so angry? It shouldn’t affect him one way or the other.

“It started with my mother, and now you?—”

“What about your mother?” he interrupted.

“—you all think you can control me. And I let you. I’m so weak. I don’t want to be weak anymore.” The last part came on a whisper, as if she was speaking to herself.

“What did your mother do?” Hades forced himself to remain calm. He didn’t know much about Demeter other than that she’d grown up in foster care and had no family to speak of, then she married Karl Titan at 22 and had Persephone a year later, her only child.

Persephone scoffed, eyes to the ceiling. “What didn’t she do? She locked me in the basement, held me against my will. Kept me on the farm like it was a prison. She wouldn’t let me leave even for school or to socialize. Then there were the times she’d get physical, slapping or punching me if I ever stepped out of line, not to mention all the verbal abuse.”

Persephone shook her head. “Gods, I don’t even think I’ve ever said it all out loud. But I was as trapped as...well, as trapped as I am now.”Her mouth twisted in a mocking semblance of a smile. “She did it all to protect me, of course. That’s what she’d tell you, if you were ever on speaking terms.”

“She hurt you?” A storm brewed in his chest. The thought of Demeter slapping or beating his Persephone… Because she was his. His jaw clenched and his vision narrowed the way it did when he had an enemy in his sights. No one else had the right to put their hands on what was his.

Persephone looked at him a long moment. “I survived it, Hades.” She said it so matter of factly. “I’ll survive this, too.”

He was doing it again. Forgetting she was the enemy. “Of course you’ll survive. You’ll live a long miserable life, I’ll make sure of it.” No one would hurt her. No one but him.

She sighed. “Did it ever occur to you that I’m just like your sister? An innocent, caught by circumstance.”

“You’re nothing like my sister,” he bit out again. “She died, and all the good in me died with her.”

It felt good to finally tell her the truth. And it was a good reminder of why she was here and the mission he’d devoted himself to since he discovered Chiara’s broken and bloodied body. His jaw hardened.

“That’s not true.” Persephone strained forward. “There is good in you. I told Hecate so because I believe?—”

“That’s enough.” Time to teach her her place.

He unlatched her chain from the headboard and held it firmly. She made no protest when he led her out of the room.

He ought to make her crawl. He’d intended to humiliate her in every possible way. But it just didn’t…feel right at the moment.

He still wanted it. Badly. To see her on her knees before him—his cock went steel just at the thought. But there was something about her willing submission, that moment when she finally gave in, the feisty spark still firing in her eyes—gods, he was quickly becoming addicted to it.

In fact, he hoped to see it in just a few moments.

She allowed him to lead her to the table, a heavy wooden piece long enough to seat twenty where they could eat with a view of the city glittering before them.

A table set for one.

A cushion lay beside his chair. He felt the moment she saw it and recognized what it meant.

“No.” She tugged away. “Uh uh.”

Hades waited, holding her leash firmly, pleasure unfurling in his stomach. It was wrong to be enjoying her training this much but after all these years of self-control, it was the one impulse he couldn’t seem to deny himself.

“This is the price,” he reminded her. Food already sat on the table, plates covered by silver steam covers. The food smelled delicious and he could only imagine how it tormented her. Her stomach growled, an undeniable argument. She had to eat.

He watched the internal fight play out on her face.

And then finally, beautifully, she went to her knees.

Triumph sang through his chest. “Good girl,” he murmured as she settled on the cushion.

She bristled. “I’m not your pet.”

“Aren’t you?” The chain clinked as he drew her forward. She waited, chin by his knee, as he removed the steam covers, releasing mouthwatering smells in a rush of steam. If he thought about how close her mouth was to his cock, he wasn’t going to make it through the meal.

Instead, he tried to concentrate on a small forkful of omelet and lifting it to her mouth. She glared daggers at him. But then she opened her mouth and ate.

“See,” he said after a few minutes feeding her. “This can be nice.”

“This is fucked up,” she muttered after swallowing the last of the omelet.

He patted her mouth with a napkin. “The Persephone I knew wouldn’t cuss like that.”

She gave a saccharine smile. “Then you shouldn’t have killed her.”

His cock twitched painfully in his pants.

“Are you done? Full?”

A quiver entered her voice. “Yes.” She watched him carefully, like prey would a circling predator. It ought to have disturbed him, how much he liked the image.

Enough waiting.

He rose and pushed the food plates to the floor before drawing her up. He set her on the table and splayed a hand on her chest, pressing her down. “Lie back. I want to look at you.”

With a whimper, she tensed, but let him push her to her back. He propped her legs open and reseated himself. He had a full view of her private parts...everything. She was delectable. Her scent intoxicating. His breath puffed over her folds and he saw her shiver. She tried to close her legs, but his shoulders nudged them open.

Her beautiful virgin pussy. Wet and glistening for him. He licked his lips, his erection painful now. More than anything, he wanted to stand up, rip off his buckle and plunge into her wet depths. The thought of how tight she would be tormented him. He could barely sleep last night and he’d had to take himself in hand twice more before finally entering her room again this morning.

He traced her plump labia with his forefinger. “Tell me, do you touch yourself often?”

She looked stubbornly at the ceiling but her cheeks flamed pink and as he began to probe inside, even more heated juice spilled onto his fingers.

“So ready for me,” he murmured.

She cursed him under her breath.

His fingers bit into her thighs. “Excuse me? What was that?”

“You heard me.” He also heard how her voice quavered.

“I don’t think you understand the nature of your situation. This.” He covered her pussy with his palm and didn’t miss the way she squirmed against him. So responsive. It drove him insane. “This is mine.”

“So is this,” he shoved two fingers in her mouth. Her eyes widened. “You eat when I tell you, speak when I tell you, kneel when I tell you. And you don’t talk back. If you need to learn the lesson, I’m happy to teach you.” He removed his fingers, wiping them on her midriff before burying his face in her cunt.

She squealed and her legs went tense around his head before relaxing and flopping open a moment later.

The sounds that came from her throat were fucking indecent. And the way she tasted. Ambrosia. The gods wished they could have feasted on her.

But she was his.

All his. Only his. Forever his.

And he was going to take her and make her his wife in every way possible so she never forgot it.

He thrust his chair back and stood up. “Stay here. Don’t move.”

His condoms were in the bathroom. She’d gotten a birth control shot before the wedding, but he wasn’t taking any chances. The fact that he could even think straight enough to remember was a godsdamned miracle. But he’d sworn never to bring a child into this fucked up world and not even Persephone’s magic pussy was enough to make him forget that most basic tenant of his life.

He stormed out of the room, only barely keeping himself from all out running. Finally, he’d sink his cock inside her. Maybe it would finally quiet the insanity she created in him. Yes, once he had her, her siren pull would ease. He’d be able to think clearly again. He could go back to the original plan.

He grabbed a condom from the box in his bathroom, on second thought grabbed two more, then turned to head back toward the dining room.

He’d imagined it a thousand times, what it would feel like to finally sink balls deep into her delectable pussy. And now he was only moments away from?—

But Persephone was scrambling toward the front door, chain in hand, all but tripping over her own feet in her haste to get there before he got back.

Hades was across the room in four strides.

She screamed when he locked his arms around her from behind. So tight he probably knocked the breath out of her, but he didn’t care.

She thought she could run from him? She thought she could escape?

She flailed and slammed her elbow back. Fuck. He couldn’t help the “oof” that escaped his mouth. It hurt. But he didn’t let her go. He would never fucking let her go. And soon she’d realize it because it was a lesson he wouldn’t let her ever forget.

But then she just went insane in his arms.

“Help! Help!” She kicked out and connected with the white column that held the statue she’d admired when he first brought her to the penthouse, a million years ago. The statue hit the ground and shattered. But she didn’t stop flailing, kicking and scrambling and thrashing.

“Fuck,” Hades cursed. Persephone kept screaming as he carried her to the bedroom.

“Be quiet,” he ordered, holding her down with his weight. “Persephone. Be still!”

She froze at his barked command. He lay a hand on her heaving midriff, calming the storm. “Are you hurt?”

She looked at him like he was the crazy one.

“Lie still and let me make sure you didn’t get glass in your feet.” He released her and examined her bare legs. He wanted to shout at her, what the hell were you thinking? But he knew what she was thinking. She was trying to get away from him.

And now a shard of glass had embedded itself in her calf. Who knew what the state of her feet were. A sick feeling twisted through his stomach. He hadn’t protected her. Scowling, he pulled it out. “I need to clean this. Will you stay on the bed?”

When she stared at him, he sighed. Without a word, he shackled her leg to the bedpost. It was a much longer chain, but still secured fast.

She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if she’d just listened to him. He went to the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit. She jerked a little when he cleaned the tiny wound, but lay quiet and blinking as he bandaged it. He held his breath as he looked at her feet, but there wasn’t any more glass. He breathed out a relieved breath.

“You need to stop fighting me. You could have really hurt yourself.”

Her jaw hardened and he realized that the words had come out with more bite then he’d intended. Well, she could get over it. Things would only go one way in this marriage. His way.

Her next words only proved she didn’t understand though. “If I stop, will you leave me alone?”

“No.” He closed the kit with a decisive click. He met her gaze and underneath the stubbornness, he saw her. The her she never had learned how to hide. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Precious. “I told you, Persephone,” he finally said more softly. “I’ll take care of you.”

Persephone’s brow furrowed like she didn’t know what to make of him. But he could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t resisting him, even when she said, “I can’t do this.” She jerked her foot, testing the shackle’s hold.

“You can,” he murmured. He knew how strong she was. But he needed to show her there could be strength in submission, too.

“You fight me, but you don’t want me to leave you alone.” He leaned closer and she closed her eyes, like she was letting his deep voice wash over her. “Let go, Persephone. Just let go, and let yourself be mine.”

He slid a hand up her thigh and her breath shuddered out of her. Her leg was tense under his touch, but she didn’t move.

“Let me show you,” he murmured. “Let me give you a taste of what it’ll be like. I can be a kind master.”

Emotion rippled through her at the word master, her body inadvertently responding to him. Instead of disgust she felt desire. Even with eyes closed, her face betrayed her.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.” He kept stroking her leg. “Imagine what it would be like. To not fight. To not have to be strong. To let me keep you.” His voice deepened, relaxing, hypnotic. “I can keep you safe. No one will touch you.”

She stirred a little at that. “No one but you.”

“But you like it when I touch you. We’ve established that. What makes you think you wouldn’t like the rest of my rule over you?”

A little sigh. Her body stretched before him, flushed and perfect, made by the gods to be claimed and plundered by him. She was open and compliant as he touched her, clay in his hands. Even though he’d hardened himself, he felt the strangest stirring.

What if—? What if it could be like this? Days with her on his arm, by his side, and nights with her yielding to him?

He wouldn’t just be the most powerful man in the world. He’d feel like it, too. Everything he’d built, everything he’d done, all the shit and grit and sin he’d waded through for years… what if it could all be for her? Innocence put on a pedestal and guarded like the precious thing she was. His wife, his trophy and reward.

He just had to mold her…

Slowly, he shifted and seated himself on the bed where she could still reach him, even with the chain. “Come lie over my lap.”

She blinked at him, brow furrowed. Uncertainty warred with curiosity.

“Now, angel,” he said, still gentle. “Or it’ll be worse for you.”

She moved, crawling over the bed to him, and he hid a smile. He’d read the signs right. She wanted to fight, but her instincts told her to submit.

He’d show her she wasn’t fighting him as much as herself.

His cock hardened as she draped her lithe body over his legs. Later. He’d relieve himself later. Right now, he needed to focus on her.

“What...what are you doing?” Her voice was small and uncertain.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson,” he said in a soothing voice, rubbing her pert bottom. She shifted and he squeezed harder, a silent order to be still. She obeyed right away, letting her light weight collapse on his hard thighs. His cock rose in his pants, brushing her belly. Every breath she took, he felt.

Gods, this might kill him.

He focused on massaging her ass and the backs of her thighs, working out knots. Preparing her for punishment.

“That feels good,” she mumbled.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and I’ll make you feel good. There’s no need to fight. You won’t win.”

She gave a little huff, but kept still. He rubbed the place between her legs and she jerked, her shoulders tense.

“Easy,” he soothed like she was a wild horse. “Let me make you feel good.”

He felt the moment she decided to surrender as she finally relaxed into his touch. She’d pushed the boundaries as far as she could and now, tired of fighting, she could submit. He withdrew his fingers and she gave a gusty sigh.

“I’m gonna spank you now,” he told her firmly, “and you’re going to take it. You know why you’re being punished?” He paused, but she remained silent. “You ran from me. You can’t do that, Persephone. You’ll only end up hurt. I can’t protect you if you don’t obey.”

“I’m never going to obey you.” A defiant whisper. The last of her resistance.

“You will. I’ll teach you.” He squeezed her right cheek hard enough to press a white patch on her bottom, outlined in red. He smacked her left cheek lightly, enjoying the ripple through her firm flesh.

His palm clapped down harder, one cheek and then the other. She wriggled and he gritted his teeth against the torment of stimulation to his leaking cock. He was in charge. He would not lose control and rut her like he wanted to, so badly. Not until she earned it.

He weighted her legs down with one of his, holding her with a large hand in the small of her back. After a token struggle, she gave up, her body growing loose and languid, accepting of each swat on her bare ass.

As far as spankings went, this was a light one, enough to sting but not enough to bruise. Hades didn’t miss the hitch of her breath or the slight shift of her hips as he spanked close to her pussy. He used his leg to split her thighs apart, and saw with satisfaction that her folds were glistening.

“You’re doing so well,” he purred. “Submitting. Taking your punishment. Such a good girl.”

She didn’t answer, but he didn’t need her to. The slick serum leaking between her legs, dampening his slacks told him how she really felt. But hadn’t he known all along? There was an undercurrent to the undeniable attraction they had for each other. He dominated and she obeyed. They’d cleaved together in the easy dance, her yielding power, him taking it, since the first moment they’d met.

If she wasn’t the enemy, Hades would say she was his missing half. Only she could make him whole.

But she was the enemy, and he knew better than to succumb to her charms. He’d mold her and master her until she knew her place—at his feet—and his inexorable rule over her. The small voice that told him it would be better if she freely came to him to submit… He shook his head against the thought. That was weakness and had no place in his reasoning.

Persephone whimpered and he palmed her right ass cheek. Her pale skin was flushed, warm to the touch. He’d spanked her with increasing intensity and she’d accepted it.

Part one of the punishment was over. Time for part two.

His hand slipped between her legs, finding the slick furrows on either side of her clit and stroking. She writhed and he weighted her down, his fingers never pausing in their rhythm.

“Stop fighting,” he said. “Just enjoy it.”

“I shouldn’t…” Her words were slurred like she was drunk. Drunk on endorphins. Drunk on him.

“Do you want me to stop?”

An endless pause before she answered in a clearer voice, “No.”

Hades allowed himself a satisfied smirk.

He eased his grip on her, giving her freedom to wriggle away if she wanted. She stayed still and he rewarded her, strumming her like an instrument, her gasps and moans a music of his making. He played her to perfection until she stiffened and gasped and came, soaking his hand and his crisp white shirt cuffs.

“Good,” he praised her. “So very good.”

But he wasn’t done. Once wasn’t nearly enough to get his point across. And he couldn’t keep his hands off her flesh even if it was.

He rubbed her pink bottom and shifted his leg off hers. She didn’t move though, and didn’t protest when he spanked her again, round after round interspersed with rubbing her needy flesh until she came and came and came.

The third time she forgot herself and moaned loudly and wildly as her orgasm hit, which only drove Hades to demand more of her. By the fifth, she was exhausted and mewling her release but it was all the sweeter, watching her sweat-dampened face, all confusion and fight faded to sweet, sweet surrender.

Her legs splayed open freely and she pressed her bottom against his hand even when he wasn’t pleasuring her. In this moment she was his and his completely. And he’d never felt more like a king.

It wasn’t until after, when he stood over her limp and sated body, that he realized his mistake. That every gasp and inadvertent squeeze of her cunt on his fingers was a link in a chain, locking him to her as securely as he’d tied her to his bed.

He waited a long time, watching her sleep, too hard to think straight, too tangled up in her to leave.