Pet
Ihurry through thedoor, and to the quiet house beyond. The top stair creaks beneath my foot. I pause, cringe, and pad softly to the door at the end of the hall. When I open it, Ares is still asleep, and I let out a silent sigh of relief, disrobe, and carefully climb into bed. He doesn’t stir, but a beat later, realization crawls over my skin. He’s not breathing as heavily as he normally would in sleep.
I squeeze my eyelids tightly closed. I’m just about to roll over and face the wall when he moves like a thunderstorm, full of rage and lightning. His body pins me to the mattress, and his hand wraps around my throat. He squeezes, not hard enough to do real damage, but just enough to let me know my Sir is in control, and I’m a naughty little Pet for wandering.
“Where have you been, little one?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I took a walk around the grounds.”
“Around the grounds? Really?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And the reason you smell like pot would be?”
“I-I ran into Hermes, sir.”
“Last night you were trying to kill one another. Now you’re enjoying smoke sessions together?”
“Please, Sir. I didn’t touch it.”
He grabs my finger and thrusts it in his mouth, sucking hard. “You’re a fucking liar, Pet. I can smell it on you, taste it on your breath. I bet if I turned on the light right now your eyes would be bloodshot, and you’d be high as a fucking kite.”
“No, Sir.”
“You’re still fucking lying. Did he touch you while you were bonging on, little one?”
“No.”
“Bullshit.” He slides a hand between us and cups my pussy, delving two fingers deep inside. I cry out with the pain, the abruptness, and forcefulness of it. “You’re wet.”
“Yes, Sir. Only for you. I swear.”
“Why were you talking to my brother?”
I swallow hard. My throat bobs against his hand. I try to shake my head, but his grip prevents me from moving at all.
“Why?”
“I-I can’t breathe.”
“You can breathe just fine, Pet. In through your nose, deep and slow, just the way I taught you.” His fingers work inside me, fucking me hard and fast, mercilessly, so I can’t draw breath the way he instructs. I can’t do anything but feel, need, and finally come. As a violent orgasm slams into me, Ares tightens his hold on my neck. I gasp for breath. My whole body shudders and darkness, warm and inviting, beckons at the edges of my vision. I’m weightless. Strung out on sensation, pleasure, and starved of oxygen.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, little one.” Ares sneers. He releases me, and I gasp, sucking in air too fast. It burns like Hermes’ smoke. Tears stream from my eyes and wet the pillow. Great sobs rack my body. Ares hovers above me, his face in shadow, moonlight bounces off his hair, making it shine like a ghostly halo.
Ares. My captor. My savior. My angel of death.
Sometimes I wish he had made good on his promise to kill me, because I die every time he touches me, every time he punishes me.
“I didn’t say you could come, Pet. I didn’t say you could leave my bed, and I definitely didn’t permit you to find my brother and get high with him as if the two of you were college fuck buddies. Now get your ass up out of my bed and bend at the fucking waist like all naughty girls should.”
“Yes, Sir.” I sniff back my tears and scramble off the bed. I stand in the middle of the room, my legs spread, my body bent the way he ordered.
Ares stands behind me. His palm comes down on my ass. I register the sound before the pain, but I hold completely still. My pussy clenches, anticipating his touch, but it doesn’t come.
Ares walks away. I know better than to turn and try to see what he’s doing, so I wait like a good little whore, with my gaze on the floor in front of me. When he returns, several bundles of rope are dropped at my feet. I clench my inner muscles in excitement and his hand slaps my sex. I gasps, squeezing my eyes shut and stamping my heels on the ground because it’s the only thing I can do to ease the pain. It’s the only thing I can do that won’t earn me another spanking.
Cold liquid pours down the seam of my ass and a smooth metal plug pushes against my opening. “Time to get crowned, Princess.”