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  She pressed her lips together. He'd obviously caught her ogling his body. “Yeah. But let's have that drink first."

  "Whatever you'd like.” He walked toward her with the cold beverage and handed it to her. There was a second one in his left hand for himself.

  "So, they drink Gin in the underworld, huh?"

  He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “This domain is not as terrifying or unusual as people imagine it. At least it won't be tonight.” He deliberately moved closer to her.

  Knowing that intimate touching was not only permitted but expected by the employees of the bordello, Lisa lifted her free hand and placed it in the middle of his chest. She began to move it over the bulky pectorals there and slid it down to his abdomen before moving her palm up again. “Who are you? You know my name, so how about yours?"

  "If you're inclined to use my Roman name, which I prefer, I'm Pluto. If you'd rather use my Grecian pseudonym, I'm Hades."

  "Okay. You're not going to tell. I can respect that. But can you at least tell me who rigged this evening for me?"

  He slowly shook his head, took her drink from her hand and placed it on a nearby rock with his own. “All you have to know is that I'm here exclusively for you. And it'll be my greatest pleasure to do whatever you ask."

  She stared up into those black eyes and let him pull her body close to his. His hands wandered over her back and down to her butt where they caressed her. She'd chosen to wear a black leather jacket, a white shirt and black leather pants which kept her warm in the autumn night air of New York City. But now the warm clothing seemed far, far too hot. She slipped out of her jacket and tossed it onto the end of the round bed. His hands still cupped her rear, but now slid up to her back.

  "What would you like, Lisa? You have only to name it."

  Okay, he wants to stay in the role and give no clue to his identity though he certainly knows who I am. For now, she'd have to live with that. She smiled up at him and reached for the red, loin cloth at the same time. “Take this off."

  He nodded, backed away about two feet and untied the knot on the side of his left hip. The sparse garment floated to the floor.

  "Oh, my God!” Lisa gasped. She gazed at the most beautifully shaped penis she'd ever seen. And it, too, was red. It nestled into a thick thatch of dark curls that cried out to be stroked. The appendage wasn't just bigger. It was perfectly proportioned with large, red testicles to match. And, as if he was enjoying her perusal, he was already half erect. She put out her hand and let her fingers slide over his cock. He dropped his head back slightly and moaned. What had been half an erection expanded fully before her eyes. “You're huge."

  "I'll give you the credit for getting me that way. I like the way you touch me, Lisa."

  "May I touch you some more?” She affected a coy smile and continued running her fingers over his erection.

  He rocked his hips from one side to the other. “I can't think of anything I'd like better."

  She gently cupped his penis in her palms and slid one hand between his thighs, testing the thickness of his balls. He momentarily closed his eyes and gasped as she did so.

  "Help me get undressed, Pluto. I want to know all the sinful little pleasures of your world.” The instant she spoke the words, Lisa saw his heated, black gaze roam over her body. He grasped her forearms and gently pulled her to him.

  "Before this night is over, I'll do my best to make you want to stay in my domain forever."

  Lisa didn't stop to ponder the comment. She let him pull her into his embrace and readied herself for what promised to be the most exciting night of her life.

  Chapter Three

  Slowly unbuttoning the dress shirt she wore, Pluto ran his fingers down the centre of her body and lingered over the lacy black bra she wore. When Lisa pulled the blouse out of her leather pants, shrugged out of it and tossed it aside, he gently cupped the lace-covered orbs before him and moaned in appreciation. “You've got a body that could rival Minerva's."

  Lisa leaned against his palms and arched her back. “Who's Minerva?"

  "Don't you know your mythology, Lisa? Minerva is the Roman name for Athena. She's the goddess of war."

  She laughed. “Do you often talk about one woman while caressing another? That's bad form, Pluto."

  "You're quite right. I'll offer my apologies the best way I know how."

  Lisa wasn't prepared for his sudden removal of her bra and his mouth lowering to cover her left breast all in the same instant. She closed her eyes and held his head against her chest as his mouth circled the aureole and his lips plucked at her nipple. “I-I need to get undressed,” she gasped.

  "I'll do it for you."

  Lisa stood still, panting slightly while he knelt before her, undid her pants and pulled them down her hips. He only paused a moment to look over the black panties she wore. His lusty smile made her glad she'd chosen her most expensive underwear.

  When he finally took his eyes of the area of her crotch and pulled her pants to her ankles, she stepped out of them. She had nothing on now but her panties and a pair of tall black leather boots.

  Pluto slid his fingers under the minuscule side straps of the panties and slowly worked them down her legs, but he kept his gaze on the thick thatch of light-coloured curls between her thighs. “You're a natural blonde."

  She placed the palms of her hands on his shoulders so she could lift each foot to have her boots removed. After they were gone, she expected him to stand up and lead her toward the bed where they could lie down and begin to arouse each other further. But he stayed in a kneeling position in front of her, looking up at her nude body. He prodded her into lifting one leg and putting it over his shoulder. Then he scooted into a position where his face was right between her thighs. She only had time to take a quick breath when his tongue flicked out against her clit.

  Lisa inhaled sharply when he continued. She grasped the back of his head and held on when he slid one finger, then another inside of her and felt the warm moisture lubricate her inner thighs.

  Lisa was as aroused as she'd ever been when he finally stood, took her hand and led her up onto the dais where the velvet-covered bed was situated.

  He paused when they stood at the edge of the circular bed with its luscious red covering and turned to her. “If anything doesn't please you, all you have to is tell me and I'll stop, Lisa. Otherwise, I'll assume you're enjoying yourself."

  She ran her hands over his chest, down his abdomen and grasped his cock with both of them. “Can I do the same?"

  "Absolutely,” he quickly returned, then gently pushed her backward, onto the bed.

  She looked up at him, held out her arms but was puzzled when he stood there looking down at her with a hungry expression on his face.

  "What's wrong?"

  He slowly smiled. “Nothing.” He positioned himself so that he was standing between her knees. Her back was on the bed, but her feet were still on the floor. “I think we'll try something special."

  She licked her lips and simply stared, waiting for him to explain.

  "This is called the grounded maiden."

  She had no idea what that was supposed to mean. But he quickly spread her knees and pulled her body closer to the edge of the bed by placing his hands about her waist. This put the lower half of her body off the bed while her back and head still rested on the soft mattress.

  Pluto knelt between her widely spread thighs and gently blew warm air against her clit.

  Lisa moaned, then chewed on her bottom lip when he circled her swollen labia with his tongue. After several sensational minutes of this, she put her hands on her breasts and kneaded them, playing with her own nipples and readying herself for a serious orgasm. But he didn't stay where he was. The huge man rose over her, stroked himself several times then gently pressed the tip of his cock against her ready opening. One of his hands reached for something on the floor. For a moment, she saw him rummaging for something out of sight, and wondered what he was doing. When the hand appe
ared with a packaged condom in it, she mentally shook herself hard. At least one of us is thinking. She'd almost forgotten everything in her zeal to have this huge, beautiful man inside her. Thankfully, he wasn't about to do anything unsafe.

  He handed the condom to her. “Unwrap it and put it on me,” he gruffly whispered.

  She quickly did as he asked. But as soon as the condom was positioned correctly, she barely had time to move her hands from his penis when he slid his under her butt and lifted her high into the air.

  She cried out when he stood at the same time and expertly entered her. The ruler of the so-called underworld was now standing, leaning slightly over her, and embedding himself very deeply into her. Her shoulders and head were still on the bed, but she flung her arms out to either side when he carefully began to thrust, then withdraw. Her legs were pinned to his sides and over the inner part of his arms as his hands cupped her buttocks, keeping her body high in the air.

  Over and over he thrust and Lisa could only lie back and enjoy it. The way her body was lifted up and backward, she couldn't tilt her pelvis or help him in any way. So she grasped the bedspread, hanging on while he thrust and withdrew. She saw beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but his smile was brilliant.

  The thick pelt of fur between his legs gently tickled her clitoris. After several minutes, that tickling became the only thing in her universe. Deep, deep inside, Lisa felt her body readying itself for a long orgasm. She closed her eyes, licked her lips, and concentrated on nothing else but his movement and the way it felt. She opened her eyes and almost cried out in anger when he suddenly pulled all the way out and let her body slide back onto the bed.

  "Don't stop now,” she complained.

  "Turn over."

  She quickly did as he asked.

  "This position is called the back gate into heaven."

  When his hand slid between her legs and his fingers began to caress the over sensitised flesh there, she buried her face deep into the softness of the velvet cover beneath her and moaned low and long. She neither helped or hindered when he positioned her so he could enter her pussy from behind. But this new position allowed her to place the fingers of one hand on her clit and massage it. She could also touch him as he entered her and pulled out over and over.

  Now even closer to a climax, Lisa began to writhe against him. She could feel his huge testicles against the back of her thighs and felt herself clenching, the way she always did before a strong orgasm hit her. But she was denied again.

  When he pulled out of her and stretched out on the bed next to her, Lisa was as near strangling a man as she'd ever been. “Why the hell did you stop?” she angrily demanded.

  He smiled. “Climb on me,” he instructed.

  She did so, determined that in that position he wouldn't get her off his body with a grenade. Lisa straddled his thighs, prepared to take him inside her again when he placed his hands around her waist and stopped her.

  "No, not like that. Sit sideways. With both legs on one side of my body."

  She tilted her head, but proceeded to do as he told her. “Like this?"

  "That's right. Now, take me inside you."

  More in a squatting position than a seated one, Lisa wasn't sure the position would work until she tried it. And as she lifted up, positioned his cock and let herself slide down his shaft, she swore he wasn't moving out of her this time. “Ohhhh, this is good!” She began to move straight up and down while the fingers of one hand reached between her thighs to stroke herself and him at the same time.

  "This position is called the goddess at the pump."

  Lisa dropped her head back, took her lower lip between her teeth and moved up and down in that squatted position for all she was worth. This time, there was nothing stopping the orgasm that rolled through her and into the very muscle of her thighs and abdomen.

  He placed one hand at her lower back to stroke it while the other gripped the knee closest to him. “That's right, Lisa. Enjoy. Give it everything you have,” he encouraged.

  When the orgasm finally faded, she slumped forward and tried to catch her breath. Covered in fine sweat, she sat there with her head hanging and her hair falling down either side of her face. Her legs were still in the squatted position. Lisa couldn't have moved if her life depended on it. That was how drained she momentarily was.

  She felt him sit up as his hands gently manoeuvred her off his body and onto the bed. She lay against the soft depth of the velvet, loving the way he stroked her body and how he licked her nipples.

  "One more position, Lisa.” He placed her on her back and moved over her.

  "Wh-what is this one?” she asked in a panting voice.

  "This is called me loving you.” He moved over her, pied her thighs apart and placed his body between them. Then he pushed into her very, very slowly.

  She moaned loud and long, and she could see from his expression that the sound of it excited him as nothing ever had. She felt his caress on her mane, splayed as it was like a blonde fan around the crown of her head and shoulders.

  He gasped, then uttered, “Your hair looks like a bright halo. To me, you won't be Lisa Portelli any longer. You'll be my angel of the night."

  She put her hands on his shoulders. His dark hair fell forward and against the sides of her head making a curtain for both their faces. “Take me,” she pleaded. “I want to feel you empty into me and throbbing afterward."

  "That, would be my greatest pleasure, Angel."

  She smiled up at him as he stroked into her once, then backed out. He repeated the motion again and again with such stamina that her body had time to recover from the first massive orgasm and was readying for another. Lisa spread her knees even wider.

  "Put your hand between us and touch yourself."

  She did as he requested and touched him at the same time. His hands slid beneath her back and she saw his intense gaze fix on her eyes.

  "I want us watching each other when we climax. Don't close your eyes. Look right into mine,” he instructed.

  Even if she'd wanted to do otherwise, there was no way she could look away. It was as if he had cast some kind of mesmerising spell. And when he moaned once, then again and again, and each successive moan became louder and longer, she knew he was very near exploding. And the sound of his pleasure was overwhelming. Her fingers quickened their stroking and she felt a deep fire begin within the back part of her vaginal wall. It raced forward, compelling her to lift her hips up and buck against him.

  His release came hard and lasted longer than she could have ever expected. Her voice and his combined in a cacophony of passion. Their gazes were locked. As he stared down into her eyes Lisa felt she could get lost in his dark orbs. And when his orgasm passed, he lowered his body closer to hers and she stroked his back and shoulders. He placed his cheek next to hers. Their chests moved in tandem, dragging in air to cool their heated lungs and their sweat-covered bodies.

  "Pluto?"

  "Mmmm?” he murmured against her soft ear.

  "I think you just rocked my world,” she whispered.

  He laughed and lifted slightly up. “You say that as if it's never happened before."

  "It hasn't. Not like this."

  For a moment he stared down at her. He pushed a stray strand of hair off her forehead, then considered all the features of her perfect, cameo-like face. “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

  She placed her hands on either side of his face, lifted her head and kissed him very softly.

  He responded by matching her whisper of a kiss until it went on and on, deeper and deeper. When it finally ended, he pulled her into his embrace, pressed her head against his chest and closed his eyes. “Sleep, Angel. I'll hold you."

  In her entire life, Lisa had never felt so comfortable while lying in a man's embrace. Of course, she'd never lain next to one so big, virile or gentle. No man had ever caressed her after his orgasm the way he was caressing her now. This man who pretended to be the Ruler of the Underwor
ld held her as if she was something precious to him. And the fondling little movements depicted him as the kind of man who not only kept close contact after sex for her sake, but seemed to delight in it for his own. He gently lifted her hair, pushed it off her face, sweetly kissed her forehead and ran his fingers along the tops of hers. It was as if he was studying every aspect of her body, memorising her. And Lisa had never had a man who kept whispering things to her so she could fall asleep peacefully.

  "That's it, baby. Dream sweetly. I'll be here when you wake up. Rest against me, Angel. The world is far away. It can't touch us here. We'll make our own reality."

  She smiled and cuddled against him as closely as she could. His words were a whispered balm as she drifted into a deep sleep.

  * * * *

  When Lisa awoke, she realised she was snuggled against a large, masculine body. Forgetting where she was, she opened her eyes to find a red man with horns, pointed ears, long black hair and onyx black eyes staring at her. She shot into a sitting position, looked around and remembered where she'd fallen asleep.

  "Are you all right?” he quickly asked.

  She took a deep breath and let her eyes get used to the dimmed light, coloured fog and rock formations around her. “Yeah, yeah ... I forgot where I was for a minute."

  He arched a brow. “Forgot? I thought I'd done enough to never let you forget the experience."

  She laughed, put a hand on his chest and nodded. “You certainly did. This is just not the kind of place a woman wakes up in and gets used to. You know?"

  He returned her smile and pushed a fall of long, blonde hair off her shoulder. “Would you like something to drink, and your clothing? You left your bag near the entrance. I can get it for you if you'd like. You slept for over two hours and I thought you might like to freshen up."

  She pulled the velvet bedspread around her body and up under her arms, more to hold off a sudden chill in the room than to shield her body. The man had seen every single inch of her and modesty was a forgotten issue. “Sure. I'd at least like to brush my hair and a drink sounds great."

  "Stay put, then. I'll be right back.” He leaned forward to kiss her, then stood up to fetch her bag.