“Please, Sir, please. I’ll do whatever you want—”
“I know, and what I want is to take your ass. Now, you can give it to me and I’ll make it nice and easy, and very pleasurable for you, or you can refuse, and I can take it anyway.”
A sob escapes me, and I push back against him. My legs tremble on the bed.
“Good girl. Relax. Once I get inside, you’re going to come so hard you’ll wonder why you ever refused.” He splays his hand in the center of my back and roughly pushes me down on the bed. His breath is hot on my neck as he whispers, “Relax, little one. Give yourself over to me, and this will all go so much easier for you.”
I sob, but don’t say a word. He can’t have my submission, not entirely. I refuse to give him all of me. I gasp as the warm head of his cock drives slow, maddening circles against my sensitive flesh. His hand comes down hard on my cheek, and I wriggle, trying to ease the burn by rubbing myself against his groin. He doesn’t let me, of course. He pulls back and rubs the head of his penis against my ass. And then he pushes inside. I scream, my flesh on fire as, little by little, he shoves in deeper. He’s too big. It hurts too much. Everything inside me shouts for him to stop.
“Breathe, Pet,” he says in his low, graveled voice, now tight with pleasure.
I can’t breathe. The pain is too much. He edges in farther, and just when I think it’s impossible, when I think he will tear me apart, he adjusts his hips, driving forward, thrusting farther inside again.
I cry out.
“Let go. Trust me.” His voice catches, as if he were the one enduring this agonizing pain. “Let go.”
How can I let go? How can I feel anything other than shame, humiliation, and despair as he takes my most private of places, and tears me asunder? “It will only hurt for a little while.”
Ares’ hands come around my sides. One digs into my hip; the other finds my clit and strokes gently over the sensitized flesh. I jerk both into and away from his touch.
“Please, please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for anymore. For him to stop? For permission to come?I don’t know. My legs shake violently on the bed. My whole body is quaking with pleasure, with sensation. I love this. I hate this.I need this. “Please?”
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Pet.”
“Please, Sir, please. I need to.”
“No!” He growls. “You will not come until I say you can.”
A sob breaks free of my throat. My whole body is quaking with need. I don’t know how to stop it. It’s pleasure and pain, and then he grabs hold of the base of his cock and jerks it up and down inside me.
I come so hard I see stars. My legs threaten to give out. My pussy clenches, one wave of glorious muscle contraction after another, and I squirt all over the bed.
Behind me, Ares stills. “Did I say you could come, Pet?”
“I’m sorry, I-I can’t . . . oh, god,” I cry out as my body involuntarily comes again.
“You will learn.” He pulls out of my ass and picks up his belt off the ground. “Get on the floor.”
“No, please. No.”
“Get on the fucking floor, Pet, and don’t make me tell you again.”
“Yes, sir,” I cry as I slide off the bed with trembling legs. He clicks his fingers and points to the ground.
I crawl to his feet. “Kneel.”
I do. I keep my eyes on him and do as he commands. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefingers. It’s sticky with lube, with me, and I want to shy away from his touch, but I don’t. I sit still.
“Now, you disobeyed an order. Twice.”
“I didn’t mean to. I’m—”
“Shut up. You don’t speak unless I tell you to, you got it?”
I nod solemnly, but my chest is tight with anger, and I’m certain my eyes are filled with indignation and tears.
“You’re such a precious thing, aren’t you? So fragile, and yet so stubborn. I’m going to break you of that. Do you understand?”