“Yes, Sir,” I mutter but I don’t know if it’s audible. I don’t know anything anymore. All I know is the pleasure in my body, and the torment in my heart. Ares set me free, and I hate him. With everything I am, I hate him.
I wish he could see me now. His perfect little pet, fucking not just one new Master but two. I hope he’s miserable. He never should have let me go. He should have taken me away from this life, from his brother, and from the auction where he’d intended to sell me. I hate that he let me go.
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Atticus says. And I realize that I just said that out loud. “He was a fool to let you go, little ballerina, but his stupidity is our reward.”
Tears prick my eyes and spill over my lashes as Atticus comes in my ear, his brutal thrusts pulling another orgasm from me. My new Mistress licks my pussy, tonguing the place where her husband and I are joined, and as I come all over the polished floors of their office for a third time, I vow to forget my Sir like he’s no doubt forgotten me.
CHAPTER NINE
Pet
The comedown has alwaysbeen the worst part. I can’t control my emotions. I’m a shivery, quivering mess. I don’t fall into that dark and beautiful abyss that I always found with Ares. I don’t find my oblivion. Only more heartache, more feelings, and I hate them all.
And when Atticus pulls out of me and lifts me from his lap, I crumple to the floor, kneeling in the mess we made. I cry, and Violet strokes my body as Atticus brushes my hair out of my face.
“I know this must be hard for you, so I’ll give you a minute to recover, but then I want you over my knee.”
I nod, but I can’t meet his gaze.
“Violet, clean up your Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stare at them in confusion as Violet slides the condom off her husband, ties the end, and discards it in the trash. Then she wanders over to the en suite and pulls a washcloth from the countertop. Soaking it under the faucet, she returns and cleans his cock. Violet wanders to the basin and comes back with a new cloth. I bring my knees into my chest, suddenly self-conscious as she runs the warm fabric between my legs. Ares bathed me like this once. Having someone else do it now feels wrong.
Atticus leans forward and takes my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to his. “When was your last spanking?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
“At a guess, little ballerina.”
“Three . . . three weeks. I think. I can’t remember exactly. Every day without him . . . with his beatings . . . has run into another.”
“Thank you for being honest with me, Camille. I’m going to hit you five times for every orgasm you took without permission. I like to use my hand. It will hurt a lot. But if it gets to be too much, use your safe word. You remember it, don’t you?”
I nod.