Hades Black had wild interpretation for pleasure. For me pleasure was...... simple. To be touched. By him. To be caressed like a feather.
But for him, pleasure meant to make me crave for it. When I thought pleasure was easy to get, Hades Black made me believe otherwise. He made me crave it until I had strength of enduring it. And then he gave me what I desired when I felt exhausted.
But then he made me live the pleasure until I had enough of it. And when I thought we both had enough, I would hear his chuckles from far, telling me we were far away from being done.
"Hades......"
"Now you call me by my first name, hm?" He asked with me a chuckle and I panted in response. I was barely holding myself back. But I had no other option.
"Please." I pleaded, breathing heavily. I shook my h
