“My birds. The police took me back to that house, to my cage, and they were gone. What did you do?”
“It doesn’t matter.” he says, releasing me and grabbing a fresh towel from the rack.
“It matters to me.”
He shakes out the towel and turns, ready to leave. “I told you to leave it.”
“What did you do?”
He whirls around, his face red and his eyes as cold as they’ve ever been. “I killed them!”
A sob escapes me.I knew. Of course, I knew. I knew the second their cage was overturned on the ground, the door wide open. I guess I hadn’t asked all this time because I didn’t want to hear the answer, though I already knew all along.
I sink to my knees, clutching the towel to my chest as my body racks with sobs. I hate him. I love him. I’ll never be free of him. “How did you do it?”
He laughs without humor. “I reached in, and I wrung their little necks.”
“At once? Tell me you did it together?”
“No, Pet.” Ares shakes his head. His eyes are still churning with anger, but there is something else in them too. Something more.Torment. “I broke the girl first, then I killed the male while he was still singing.”
“Why? You could have set them free, like me.”
“Because that worked out so well for you. Look at where you are,” he snaps.
I reel back as if he dealt a physical blow, and say through my teeth, “I hate you!”
“Yes, but you also love me, and that is your downfall.”
“I don’t know why I ever agreed to come back with you.”
“You never had a choice, little one.” His hand wraps around my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze, and I hate that I close my eyes and wish that he would. “I will go to the ends of the Earth to find you, Pet. You’ll never be free of me, and if I die, this”—he cups my pussy with his free hand and brutally shoves two fingers inside me—“this will still belong to me.”
He fucks me hard, cruelly, and my orgasm slams into me so hard I can no longer stay upright. It doesn’t matter though, because Ares has me. He’ll always have me.He’s right. I will never be free of him.
“Who owns you, Pet?”
“You . . . you, Sir.”
“That’s right. Me. Now, kneel, and show your Sir how much you love him.”
I go down on my knees, my limbs still shaking from the bone-melting orgasm he just pulled from me.
I sit back and wait for my next instructions. He opens his fly, and pulls his cock free. He’s hard, and the tip is glistening with pre-cum.
“Suck it, Pet.”
I just came not thirty seconds ago, and already, I need to come again. I squirm on my heels and take him in my hands. I press a soft kiss to the tip, and he thrusts his hips forward. He’s not here to play games. I open my mouth, wet my lips, and take him inside. He fists his hand in my hair, but he doesn’t drive his cock to the back of my throat with bruising force the way he usually would.No. That would be too easy. Ares wants me to work for it. To show him my love.
With one hand, I cup his balls and squeeze. The other hand wraps around the base of his proud cock. I slide it back and forth in a gentle twisting motion in time with my sucking.
Sir inhales, slow and deep and husky. He closes his eyes and tilts his head up toward the ceiling. I slide my finger along his perineum, seeking out the puckered flesh. I’m curious to see his reaction. I push against it, and he groans, so I add a little more force. My finger slips inside, and Ares’ hand tightens in my hair. “A little deeper, Pet. Farther in, you’ll find the prostate.”
I push in farther, to my second knuckle. There’s no lubrication on my fingers, and the drag and slide of my skin against his sensitive flesh has to be causing him pain. I study his face and find the same emotions I’ve felt when he plays with me—lust, need, and the desire for more hurt.
My Sir likes pain.
Not just extracting it, but he enjoys this. Was he a sub at some point? Is that what he did with Israel? Was he the bottom?