When he pulls out, I’m sticky, and longing for a bath, but I want sleep more. I want to close my eyes and wake to find this is all some terrible dream. My captivity, my cell, his ownership, and my love for him. I want it all to be a nightmare, chased away by the brightness of morning, but I’m not dreaming. I’m wide awake.
Ares rolls me over. My tender ass smarts with each movement against the scratchy comforter. He rises and walks naked into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. I watch the round globes of his ass, the heavily muscled back, the hard plains of his hips and torso, and the way his cock swings with each step he takes to the bed.
He straddles my thighs, and slides the warm washcloth between my legs. My pussy tightens with every stroke, and he teases my clit a little too long, until I’m panting again. He tosses the cloth on the floor, and leans over me, grabbing my wrists and binding them with one hand as he nips and sucks my nipples.
“As punishment for your behavior, you will not come tonight. Do you understand, Pet?”
I whimper and wiggle my hips beneath him. It earns me a sharp slap to the breast.
“That is not the correct response when I address you.”
“Sorry, Sir,” I snap with an angry sneer, because apparently, I never learn.
He slides off me, thrusting my knees up to my chest with one hand. He strikes me with the other, two hard slaps against my pussy. I can’t stifle my responding moan.
“If you continue to act like a needy whore, I will treat you like one.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper reverently, wishing desperately that he would put me out of my misery.
Instead he turns out the light, climbs under the covers, and pulls me close. Frustrated, angry, and chagrinned, I snuggle into his arms and succumb to his soft caresses.
“Go to sleep, Pet. Tomorrow I’m going to fuck you raw.”
My eyes spring open, and that’s how they stay. Because who could sleep after a promise like that?
CHAPTER TWENTY
Pet
Idon’t know how muchlater it is, but after some restless sleep, I’m wide awake and wanting. My dreams were filled with Ares—coming down my throat, pleasuring himself, stroking my clit.
I roll my head on the pillow and study his face. He’s so beautiful in sleep. His mouth is slack, his strong jaw relaxed for once, and long, black lashes fan the light creases of his undereye. Seeing him this peaceful, it’s hard to believe he’s capable of causing another human being such pain.
It’s that thought that has me sliding my hands down my body as I watch his glorious face. Careful not to wake him, I shift out of his embrace, and slip my fingers between my legs. I’m soaking wet, and my clit is so sensitive it hurts. I take a deep, quiet breath and slowly circle my aching flesh. An involuntary gasp escapes me, and I cover my mouth with my free hand, and still my body.Waiting. Ares’ breathing is deep, restful, so I continue stroking, lightly at first, and then faster. My insides tighten. My whole body is on fire, desperate with the need to come. The sensation begins in the soles of my feet, my toes, and settles low in my abdomen, spreading through my limbs. My orgasm is just out of reach. I rub harder, quicken my pace. My insides quicken too, and just as the first wave crests, Ares grabs my arm and yanks it away. My pussy clenches, lamenting the loss of pleasure. I whimper.
“No!” His voice booms in the darkness. It seems to shake the walls with the threat of barely contained violence.