CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Pet
The following day passesin a heady mix of races, too much sun, and the sweet scents of sex and expensive whiskey. I kneel at Ares’ feet, my head resting on his knee as I watch latex-clad humans play at being horses, running around a track with bridles in their mouths and real horsehair tails. It’s as disturbing as it is arousing, but I have no desire to join the pony club, and I’m relieved when the races are over and the winner gets to fuck their choice of the losing ponies. I try to look away, but Ares squeezes the nape of my neck and forces me to watch.
“Shall I lead you into the pen, Pet, and you can be their brood mare?”
“No, Sir. Please no.”
“Or maybe you’d like me to take you upstairs now and fuck you?” he whispers in my ear, his hand sliding around my front to tug on the clamps he’s attached to my breasts and clit again.
“Whatever Sir wishes.”
“Whatever I wish?”
“Of course.”
“And if I wish to see you fucked by that winning stallion over there?”
I don’t have to look to know whom he’s referring too. Israel is currently buried balls’ deep in a male slave, but his eyes bore into mine.
“You’re in love with him,” I accuse, feeling the sharp sting of betrayal and jealousy prick my eyes.
Ares laughs. “He’s a slave, Pet. Nothing more.”
Nothing more. Of course he doesn’t love Israel; he’s incapable of loving anyone, much less a slave. The tears I’ve been choking back spill, and a harsh sob escapes me. Several of the Masters turn their heads in our direction.
“Get up.”
“Sir, no. Please no.” I clutch at his leg, but he shakes me off. “Crawl, little one, into the house. Make a left at the living room. I want to see that ass crawl away from me. Maybe then you’ll think twice before opening that filthy little whore mouth.”
On shaking limbs, I do as he asks. My knees protest against the polished wood deck and then the marble floor inside. I’m shaking, I’m terrified, but I do as I’m instructed. Ares’ shoes tap on the floor behind me. The sound of terror and expensive leather send a chill down my spine.
The clamps he fitted to my clit and nipples a short time ago tug painfully with every movement. My small breasts swing, pulling on the chains that connect the three alligator clamps. It hurts, but in that good way that makes my whole body melty. I try to increase the sensation, drawing my thighs closer with every step.
“Spread your legs, little one.” Ares’ voice is cool and domineering behind me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
Despite my fear, despite crawling to what I’m certain will be a very long and very painful punishment, a smile plays on my lips. When I turn left past the living room I come to a set of marble stairs. I pause, because in my time in captivity, I’ve never had to navigate stairs whilst on my knees.
“Stand,” he barks the order, and I do as he commands. I stand with arms folded behind my back and my head held high.
“So fucking arrogant, even now. You’ve been debased in front of all those people, and you’re still behaving like a princess, as if you’re entitled.”