The Beauty and the Omega

Chapter 7: Mistress

Brooke wordlessly followed the skeleton butler through the corridors of the castle, trying to remember the path to her new guest room. Unfortunately, all the hallways looked the same with dark stone bricks along the walls and ceiling, opulent paintings adorning the walls, and luxurious rugs underneath her feet. Each turn was illuminated with a row of blazing torches affixed to the walls, lighting their path through the windy castle and up numerous staircases.

Her feet were growing quite tired from all the walking in heels, so as soon as the door opened, she rushed in and kicked her shoes off quickly.

“Thank you!” she called out after the skeleton, who shut the door behind him.

Enjoying the plush rug beneath her feet, she took a moment to observe the luxurious bedroom that now belonged to her. It was a round room, so she figured she must be in one of the corner towers, and the ceiling stretched high above her head. Perhaps she was on the top floor?

The massive four-poster bed with dark curtains was bigger than any she’d seen in her life, and the fluffy, purple duvet felt soft and cool against her fingertips. A crystal chandelier sparkled high above, and a small seating area of sofas upholstered with purple velvet fabric sat around a fireplace. A massive vanity table made of dark wood sat against the far wall with a purple ottoman.

“Ooh, this is perfect!” Brooke exclaimed, rushing over to sit down in front of it. Rifling through the drawers, she found plenty of ancient powders, charcoal, and wax that she could use as makeup. “I could do a tutorial on ancient skincare rituals!”

However, a sad realization washed over her: she had to give that all up when she died.

“Well, at least death is luxurious,” she sighed, glancing one last time around the room.

However, when she walked into the large, en-suite bathroom, all her melancholy was forgotten at the sight she encountered. Marble tile stretched from floor to ceiling as a massive soaking tub sat beneath a wide, arched window.

“I guess souls can get dirty, too!” she giggled, stripping off her dress and drawing a bath. She messed around in the cabinets for different soaps and created a bubble bath concoction that smelled like roses and citrus.

Sinking into the tub, she thought back through the events of the day, but her mind kept wandering back to one person in particular: Leonidas.

Would she be able to see him again if she was trapped in this castle?

She probably felt reliant on him since he was her ferryman, guiding her from place to place. But now that he was absent, she felt uneasy. Would he be able to keep his promise to protect her? Did he even want to? He didn’t even like her that much, although she couldn’t help but remember the way his arms wrapped around her to catch her from falling, and how his slivery gaze saw deep into her soul…

A knock at the door made her yelp with fright, spilling water and soap over the sides of the tub onto the floor.

“Mistress Bailey?” called a voice. “Lord Hades requests the honor of your presence for dinner this evening. Do you need any assistance getting ready?”

“I’ve got it!” she called back. She wasn’t sure if the voice was another skeleton servant, but she certainly didn’t want their bony fingers touching her.

“Gross!” she muttered, shivering at the thought.

She spent the day getting settled in, even testing her theory of whether souls could sleep or not. After a long cat nap, she was pleased that she could still experience sleep, and it seemed as though other normal, human activities like eating food and using the bathroom were still very much a part of her existence.

It didn’t make sense to her, but she decided not to dwell on it too much.

She opened one of the giant armoires to reveal a number of dresses that looked very much like togas. Finding one in a shade of green that she liked, she wrapped it artfully around herself, using a golden sash to cinch her waist. After finding a drawer full of jewelry, she eagerly accessorized herself with layers of gold necklaces and bracelets. She spent a couple of hours in front of the mirror, playing around with the different types of makeup that were now at her disposal.

Once it was time for dinner, Brooke made her way down through the many corridors of the castle toward the foyer, but she wasn’t sure where the dining room was.

“Um, excuse me?” she asked timidly, approaching a group of skeletons dusting nearby. “Where’s the dining room?”

“Follow me, Mistress Bailey,” said one of the skeletons in a feminine voice. The skeleton, who was wearing nothing but a frilly apron, curtsied before leading Brooke down one of the halls.

As they entered through a set of open double-doors, Brooke gasped at the display awaiting her. Although the room itself was decorated in the same style as the hallways, the long table in the middle of the room was piled high with every sort of food dish she could possibly imagine.

“Ah, if it isn’t the one and only Brooke Bailey!” called a voice.

Brooke turned her head to glance at the figure approaching her from across the room.

Hades.

“Welcome,” he said, stepping in front of her and taking her hand. With his dark eyes trained onto hers, he lifted her hand up to his lips to plant a delicate kiss on the back of her fingers. His lips seemed to linger there for a moment longer than necessary.

“Who all is joining us?” Brooke asked, withdrawing her hand and glancing around the room.

“It will be just the two of us this evening,” he replied, leading her over to a chair near the end of the table.

“This seems like a lot of food for two people,” she pointed out, taking a seat in the chair he pulled back. “Isn’t this considered one of the seven deadly sins? Gluttony?”

“Well, the best thing about being the God of the Underworld is that you’re exempt from the rules,” he winked, taking a seat at the head of the table.

Brooke nodded in understanding as Hades piled his plate high with food. She selected a few vegetables for her own plate and began to pick at them.

“I must say, Brooke…may I call you Brooke?” Hades began. “You are such a lovely creature. It seems that humankind grows more beautiful with each passing generation.”

“Oh, uh, thank you,” she smiled awkwardly. “By the way, I thought you had a wife? Wasn’t her name Penelope or something? Why won’t she be joining us?”

“Persephone,” Hades corrected her. “She’s only in residence during the autumn and winter months. However, the spring and summer months can get quite lonely around here.”

Brooke simply nodded in understanding as she pushed a carrot around on her plate. She could tell where this conversation was going, but she didn’t want to make any assumptions and kept her thoughts to herself.

“What would you say if I offered you the opportunity?” he asked.

“What opportunity?”

“The opportunity to be my mistress, of course,” Hades replied, as if it was a completely normal topic of conversation.

“Oh, I’m not sure I’m that kind of girl…” she replied hesitantly.

“You could continue your life of luxury here in the Underworld,” he replied, placing his hand on her knee under the table. “Besides, it’s not every day that a lost soul gets the protection and hospitality of a god, you know.”

“I’m sure it’s considered a great honor to be your mistress,” she said diplomatically. “But why are you so interested in me?”

“I happen to find you to be one of the most beautiful individuals I have ever laid eyes upon,” he replied. “Were you not a model in your human life?”

“I was–”

“Then I’m sure you’re accustomed to being the object of everyone’s affection, yes?” he asked, interrupting her.

Brooke glanced back up at Hades from her plate. He wasn’t wrong, so she mulled over his offer. Here was the opportunity for her to live out the life of luxury she had built for herself back on Earth, and it seemed to fall right into her lap! Besides, wouldn’t she need to get in Hades’ good graces if she wanted to continue on to the Elysian Fields one day?

Her eyes studied his face as they moved down to his toned, muscular chest peeking out from his toga.

He’s not a bad-looking guy, she thought. She’d never had a sugar daddy-type of relationship before, but if this was what it would take to survive in the Underworld, she needed to get on board.

“Sure, I’ll do it,” she shrugged, giving Hades a weak smile.

Why the hell not? she thought. What do I have to lose?

“That makes me very pleased to hear that, Brooke,” Hades replied, his voice low and husky. His hand began to slide up her leg, pushing the fabric of her toga aside to graze her skin.

Brooke felt her breath hitch in her throat as his hand grew dangerously close to her womanhood. There wasn’t any underwear in her armoire, so she wasn’t wearing anything that would stop him from touching her there.

This is for your kick-ass bedroom upstairs, she reminded herself, trying not to recoil or flinch away. This is for your eternal soul. Might as well enjoy the ride.

“Have you ever seen a god’s c**k before, Brooke?” he asked, stopping just short on her upper thigh.

“No, I can’t say that I have,” she answered.

“Come over here and find out,” he challenged.

Hades pushed back his chair from the table, spreading his legs apart in a relaxed, seated position.

His intention was clear.

Brooke stood up from her seat and slowly walked over to stand between his knees, looking down into his dark gaze. Kneeling down between his legs, Brooke slowly rolled the fabric of his toga up over his knees and pushed it up to bunch at his waist. However, the massive, erect c**k that sprung free in her face made her gasp.

“I take it you’ve never seen ten inches?” he smirked down at her.

She shook her head slowly.

“Go ahead. Taste it.”

Although Brooke was unsure about his advances all day, the sight of his erection made her curiosity outweigh her hesitation.

Unashamedly, she couldn’t wait to take it for a ride.

With one last, deep breath, she leaned down to wrap her mouth around the tip of his c**k, using her hand to grip the base of his shaft. He let out a deep moan as she slid as far down as she could until she could feel his tip touch the back of her throat. Nearly gagging, she quickly withdrew him from her mouth and took a deep breath.

“Too big?” he chuckled.

She ignored his question and began again, this time much quicker and not as deep. Using her hand, she stroked him quickly as she worked faster and faster along his length.

Hades let out another deep moan as she moved, and he felt her fingers entwine themselves into her hair. He moved her deeper against him, even though she resisted it by pushing back against his hand.

“f**k!” he exclaimed.

Suddenly, a warm, sour liquid filled her mouth, making her sit back quickly away from him. Hades chuckled once again as she grabbed a napkin from the table and spit it out.

She’d never swallowed that much in her entire life.

Gross, she thought.

“This was fun,” Hades laughed, moving his toga back to cover himself. “I look forward to doing this again.”

Brooke watched him with wide eyes as he stood up and walked out of the dining room. She couldn’t even speak as she attempted to get the last of his seed out of her mouth, wiping her tongue wildly with the napkin.

“That’s it?” she cried, although her voice rang out in an empty room. “All that work, and I don’t even get off?”

In a huff of anger, Brooke stormed back through the meandering corridors back to her room. She slammed the door shut behind her, clicked the lock, and threw herself on the bed face down.

“ARGH!” she cried out in frustration.

It didn’t seem at all fair that she just got to see a c**k that even porn stars only dreamt of, just to be left frustrated and unsatisfied.

Have it your way, Hades. Time to take matters into my own hands, she thought angrily.

Rolling onto her back, she moved the fabric of her toga aside and spread her legs apart. The ambient air temperature tickled her folds as she moved her fingers down. She began rubbing against herself in circles, chasing her own release that she so desperately needed.

But rather than imagine Hades on top of her, her thoughts focused on a pair of silver eyes shining out from pale features and curly, dark brown hair.

“LEO!” she cried, quickly falling over the edge.