10. Eurydice

10

EURYDICE

It’s very hard to focus on what Charon is saying when I can see Orpheus scrubbing the floor out of the corner of my eye. Up to this point, I’ve never participated in kink; I’ve only observed and read about it. But Charon is right in that I’ve spent a number of months in the club watching different scenes play out…and I’ve spent just as many months getting myself off to the fantasy of participating. Before this morning, I would have said I leaned more submissive.

There’s no denying the pure bolt of power that went through me when I told Orpheus to crawl like a good dog. There’s an element of wanting to humiliate him, but the surrender in his dark eyes went to my head faster than any alcohol I’ve ever drunk.

I need time to think about what that means, about the implications, but at this point I’m just feeling my way. I glance at Charon under my lashes. He hasn’t looked at Orpheus once, but there’s a tension in his shoulders that isn’t normally present when it’s just us.

And there’s the way he put his hand around Orpheus’s throat. I saw how Charon flushed, just a little. That wasn’t all for me. We’re in this mess up to our eyeballs, but it’s strangely comforting that we’re in it together.

Orpheus finishes the kitchen and takes the time to clean out the bucket—not an easy feat on his knees with the high counters—before returning it back to the closet it came from.

Charon glances at him and opens his mouth, but I know what comes next. Every scene has a different flow, a unique cadence. But one thing that is consistent is that a…submissive…needs to be taken care of. A good job should be rewarded. A good dog should be praised. I snap my fingers. “Come.” I point to the spot right next to my chair. “Sit here.”

Orpheus doesn’t hesitate. The tile floors have to be killing his knees, but he doesn’t complain as he crawls to me and kneels carefully at my side. He bows his head and a bolt of something sizzling and complicated goes through me.

I hesitate, but he didn’t complain and he showed every evidence of doing exactly as I ordered to the best of his ability. It’s the most natural thing in the world to place my hand on his head and guide it to my thigh. “Good boy.”

His breath shudders out on my bare skin, and I fight down a shiver. It was satisfying to see him follow my command, but this…the heavy press of his head, his inhales and exhales ghosting over my thigh, his long hair soft beneath my fingers as I pet him.

Heat blossoms inside me. Desire. I won’t do anything about it. Not now, maybe not ever. As much as I didn’t want to see him go, I don’t know if I’ll survive letting him close enough to share my bed again. I don’t intend to keep him, and if we have sex…I’ll want to.

I look up to find Charon watching us. I don’t know what I expect, maybe jealousy or anger, despite his words last night.

Instead, he’s watching me with so much heat in his blue eyes, I have to fight not to shift in my seat. The desire surges higher, hotter. I lick my lips, and my voice comes out a little ragged when I finally manage to speak. “Charon?”

“I like you like this.” He braces his elbows on the table. “You’re steady on your feet.”

That’s exactly what it feels like. Even now, so many months later, there are plenty of times when I feel like the ground is moving beneath me. Not this morning, not since Orpheus knelt before me.

Not last night either, when I had my hand wrapped around Charon’s cock.

I can’t help it any longer. I press my thighs together, as if that will do anything to alleviate the ache that’s begun in my core. Orpheus goes tense, which is the moment I realize he relaxed completely while I stroked his head.

Charon sees. Of course he sees.

He leans forward, gaze intent. “Does he deserve the reward of your body?” The question has a formal feel to it, which makes me realize the scene isn’t over yet. Maybe it’s only just beginning.

“No.” The answer comes out too harshly, but it’s too soon. I’m not ready.

“You’re all achy and wet, aren’t you, baby? He might not have earned access, but that doesn’t mean you need to go without.” Nothing changes in Charon’s expression. “You want me to take care of it?” He doesn’t even try to make the question subtle. He’s so tense, I half expect him to leap over the table and grab me.

I want him to.

But…I glance down at Orpheus. Is it wrong that I want to fuck Charon when he’s right here? It must be. How can I go from offering him comfort to wanting to twist the knife as if a switch flipped inside me? I don’t know. I don’t understand it, but I’m feeling my way at this point.

I give his head one last stroke. “You…” I drag in a breath. “You may watch if you’d like. No touching. Don’t move.” I can’t believe I’m saying the words. Surely I’m not going to fuck my current…whatever Charon is to me right now…in front of my ex-boyfriend? Surely that’s breaking some kind of rules.

How many nights did I spend haunting Orpheus’s social media in the weeks following that night when everything changed? He certainly wasted no time being photographed with models and socialites and all manner of beautiful people. Surely he didn’t go home alone most of those nights.

I tormented myself with visions of him fucking them, even though I knew it was technically none of my business because we were over. I’m petty enough to want him to feel even a sliver of that now. I might have done that before hurt to myself, but he’s choosing to do it to himself now. A twisted kind of full circle.

A shudder works its way through Orpheus. He turns his face and presses a kiss to my thigh. It’s a light touch, almost seeming accidental, but it shoots a trail of need straight to my pussy. He might have been a selfish lover in any number of ways, but he loved eating me out, and somewhere there’s a series of small paintings of my pussy that he’s promised never to share with anyone.

One promise he’s actually kept.

He sits back carefully and presses his hands to his thighs. “I’ll watch.”

Oh gods, this is actually happening.

I sit quietly, my hand still buried in Orpheus’s hair, as I watch Charon clear the table. He doesn’t rush. I always knew he had a bit of a sadistic streak, but watching it play out in real time fucks with my head in the most delicious way possible. Because I know what’s coming. I still ache from receiving it last night.

Just when I think I can stand it no longer, he takes the seat at the head of the table. Charon taps the wood in front of him, a clear, if silent, command. I don’t rush to obey, but I waste no time nudging Orpheus aside and pushing to my feet. I don’t look back to ensure my ex is watching me—I know he is.

I carefully perch on the table in front of Charon and spread my thighs. I didn’t bother with panties this morning, mostly because I don’t have anything clean to wear. It didn’t occur to me that I might need to leave clothes here. Something I’ll have to take into consideration for the future.

But then, I really like wearing Charon’s clothes.

When he doesn’t react, I set my feet on the arms of his chair, which spreads my thighs wider yet, and tug the hem of his shirt up to bare my pussy.

“Impatient,” he murmurs.

He’s teasing me, but I’m so turned on that I’m practically shaking. I bite my bottom lip and glance at Orpheus, who watches us with a rapt expression on his face. I’ve never seen him look like that before. I thought he was just going through the motions of submission in order to pay his penance, but that’s obviously not the case.

This is doing something for him, the same way it’s doing something for me. I might laugh if I had the space for breath. All that time together, all those shared orgasms, and somehow we never got to the core of need that we exposed in a few short minutes of arguing in Charon’s kitchen.

“You asked if I wanted help with that. If you’re not going to do it, then I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.” I start to reach between my thighs, but Charon catches my wrist.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He guides my hand back to the table on the outside of my hip. “You rushed me last night. You owe me, baby. Let me take my time.”

“Are you trying to make me beg?” I’ll do it. I won’t even hesitate. I need him too badly to play more games right now, even if part of me enjoys the games immensely.

“Another time.” He presses his fingers to the insides of my knees and urges my thighs wider yet. I’m so exposed that I can feel my pussy gaping. It makes me want to cover myself and give him more of a show, all at the same time. The feeling only gets stronger when Charon trails his fingers up my inner thighs. It’s a light touch, meant to tease, and I get so wet that I’m afraid I’m leaving a puddle on the table.

Charon scoots his chair back, just a little, and bends down to cover my pussy with his mouth. It happens so fast that I don’t even stop to think. My gaze flies to Orpheus. He’s watching Charon eat me out as if he’s been wandering for months in the desert and happened upon an oasis…only to find it’s surrounded by an insurmountable fence.

Charon drags his tongue up my center, finding my clit and giving it the same back-and-forth motion that I love so much. Suddenly, I’m not thinking about Orpheus at all. I dig my fingers into Charon’s hair and moan as he feasts on me.

Because he is feasting. I may be on the verge of coming, but he goes after my pussy like it’s his favorite delicacy and he might never get a chance to taste it again. Even as I tell myself to hold still, I can’t help digging my heels into the arms of his chair and lifting my hips to meet his tongue.

“Charon.” Oh fuck, I’m going to come. It’s happening too fast. I want this to be drawn out. A deep dark part of me wanted him to tease me until I really did beg. It’s too late for that now. I orgasm so hard that I cry out, moaning his name as I grind myself against his mouth.

He doesn’t stop.

He slows down a little, moving his attention to my folds and giving my clit a little time to recover. It feels a different kind of good. I feel drugged on my slowly easing orgasm, and I look again to my ex.

There are two spots of color high on his carved cheeks, and his dark eyes have gone heavy-lidded with pleasure. There’s no anger on his face, and if there’s jealousy, I can’t quite divine its source. Acting on some impulse I refuse to put a name to, I catch the hem of my shirt and drag it slowly up my body. He watches it rise with his heart in his eyes. When I tug it over my head, baring my breasts to his gaze, he licks his lips and actually groans aloud. “Fuck, you look even better than I remember.”

Charon lifts his head enough to look at me. Whatever he sees in my face makes him give a little growl that vibrates against my pussy. He nips my inner thigh and presses two fingers into me. The penetration bows my back and draws another cry from my lips. “More!”

“Not yet.” He strokes me almost idly, his patience in this moment a direct counterpoint to the frenzy of last night. Both are unbearably sexy. That feeling only gets stronger when he withdraws his fingers and holds them down by his hip. “Come, Orpheus.”

“What are you doing?” I whisper. But I don’t stop him; instead, I watch, my clit throbbing as Orpheus crawls around the corner of the table and takes Charon’s fingers into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

Charon doesn’t move. He doesn’t force himself into Orpheus’s mouth, and he doesn’t take his hand back. As the seconds tick on, there’s no doubt in my mind that my taste has left his skin. I bite my bottom lip as I watch Orpheus lick and suck at his fingers.

“Orpheus.” I can’t quite manage the same command in my voice that Charon seems to draw forth naturally, but Orpheus immediately releases his fingers and sits back on his heels. His cock is so hard that I can see the clear outline against the front of his jeans. He makes no move to touch himself though. He merely waits for my command.

It takes two tries to get the words out with both of them watching me. “If Charon fucks me, will you suck his cock clean?” Before this moment, I wouldn’t have necessarily said that was something I’d seek out. Now, I need it.

I know that Charon has had boyfriends, and Orpheus has shared his bed with people of every variety. That doesn’t mean what just happened will translate into either of them wanting more. “Do you want that?”

Charon sits back and palms his cock through his slacks. “I want what you want, baby.” It’s a cop-out, but I don’t call him on it. I know him well enough to know that if he didn’t want something, he would have no problem saying as much.

Orpheus licks his lips as if he can still taste me there. “I want you however you allow me to have you. If that’s on his fingers? So be it. If it’s on his cock?” He clears his throat and the blush in his cheeks brightens. “You gave me a safe word, Eurydice. I’ll use it if I need to use it.”

Charon strokes his hand on my thigh and covers my pussy with his palm. It’s a light, possessive gesture. “Do you want that, baby? You want to watch him suck your come off my cock?”

Gods help me but I do. For so many reasons that I can’t begin to put into words, even to myself. I feel like I’m in the middle of a fever dream, like nothing really matters in this moment, because there can be no consequences. I know better, but I have spent so goddamn long putting everyone else first. Being the easy one, the nice one, the sweet one. I need this, and I don’t care if it’s selfish. They’re willing to give it to me, so I will take it. “Desperately.”

Charon takes me at my word. He rises and scoops me into his arms easily. “Call your dog, baby.”

I look over his shoulder as he carries me out of the room. Orpheus watches us with such heat in his gaze that I press my thighs together, hard. “Come, Orpheus.”

It’s not far to the living room, and Charon slows down so I can watch Orpheus crawl after us. I never thought something like this could be so hot. Charon walks to the couch and sets me carefully on it. I watch with my heart in my throat as he pulls his shirt off and his hands go to the front of his slacks.

“Let me.”

For a moment I think he might argue, but his hands fall to his sides, and he allows me to undo the front of his slacks. I hook my fingers into his underwear and tug it down just enough to free his hard cock. My body trembles at the memory of what it feels like to be split wide open by him. Soon. But not yet.

Orpheus reaches us as I wrap a fist round Charon’s cock. Without looking at him, I snap my fingers and point to the spot right next to us. And then I take Charon’s cock into my mouth. My jaw starts to ache almost instantly. I relish the sensation and wedge him deeper, working to relax my throat and breathe through my nose.

He lets me have my way for a moment, but when my gag reflex gets the best of me, Charon digs his fingers in my hair and pulls me off his cock. His face has plenty of emotion now. He looks at me like a man possessed, like I’ve gotten into his blood, and he never wants to get me out.

“Your dog’s famished, baby. Let’s stop wasting time and feed him.”